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liibrii · 3 years

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fem!Miya!reader x Suna Rintarou || mostly platonic || part of the Third Miya series

Synopsis: A glimpse into your friendship with Suna during your 1st year at Inarizaki High school.

Warnings: barely proofread, general stupidity, there's a serial killer joke, reader is a lil shit

wc: 1.6k

a/n: naming chapters is hard 😭 as always feedback is greatly appreciated and if you wanna be tagged in future chapters let me know!

Friendship with Suna is one of those where you can't quite remember how or when it started. One week he was just that lanky guy sitting at a desk to the right of you, the next week you walked home together and you told him your brothers' embarrassing childhood stories in exchange for chemistry homework. In a way it's an echo of all your childhood friendships forged on the beach with other kids you only knew for a week but during that week you'd take over the world for them if they asked. But the one week friendship with Suna became two weeks, three weeks, and after the fourth you stopped counting.

Suna Rintarou is a funny guy. Not funny as in telling jokes or spouting quips and smirks. He's funny in a way that even now you can't really tell who he is. He's quiet. But not shy in the slightest. He moved over from Aichi and you cringe at the memory of saying: “Oh so that's why ya talk funny. I thought yer just pretentious,“ when he told you. Your ears catch on fire by just thinking about it. So embarrassing. But he must have pretty low standards for his friends because at the time he didn't really seem bothered by your slip of the tongue. The next day he offered you a chuupet and that was enough to buy your undying loyalty.

Suna's a funny guy. You don't know how he became your friend, you don't know what he sees in you that makes him put up with you. But you're glad to have an inside man on the volleyball team.

Years of living together with the same person makes one develop the ability of sniffing out trouble before they even start to happen. In this case it's four empty pudding packages in the trash bin that make you decide to nope right out of there before Tsumu tries to blame you for their mysterious disappearance. Again.

You put on music and walk aimlessly through the streets, one of those walks where it doesn't matter if you get lost because you have no clue where you're headed anyway. Everyone needs a stroll like that from time to time. Often they lead to situations that would otherwise probably never happen. Like running into a serial killer, but luck is on your side today so the only person you run into is a familiar lanky figure stretching by the side of the road. “Sunarin! Didn't expect to meet ya here!“

He looks up and his blushed sweaty face wears the same expression as ever. In the last months you've learned Suna has two expressions, the deadpan one, and the deadpan one with furrowed brows. “O, Miya. Well, I live nearby.“ Oh right, you did pass the bus station where he exits just a song ago. “Taking a stroll, are you?“

“Samu and Tsumu are having a screamin' match right now so I decided to get myself out of there before they'd drag me into it.“

“Tragic. Where are you headed?“

Your destination is 'who cares' so you join Suna on a walk. It's good he already ran his evening route because you're not in the mood to reenact a wanna be healthy person's only free time activity.

Just a short walk between the apartment buildings by the side of the road you reach a path of cobble stones that leads further between trees.

“What? You didn't know there's a park here?“ Suna smirks and you're surprised his face muscles are even capable of stretching so far.

You shake your head, slightly embarrassed. “No, I really didn't. To be fair this neighbourhood used to be ruled by another clan so we never played around here,“ you quickly add as if children clan wars from years ago are a better excuse than simply being unfamiliar with this part of the town.

Suna doesn't comment but the corners of his mouth keep tugging up even after you walk through the park. Or maybe that's because you tripped over nothing while watching a cat cross your path.

“We have a cat back home,“ he tells you and shows you the picture of his little sister with a big fluffy orange cat on her lap.

“So cute,“ you coo, “looks just like ya.“

“Oh yeah, lots of people say she looks just like me. I think I'm more handsome though.“

“No, I meant the cat.“

This time you're the one prepared to jump away form a well aimed kick but Suna only gives you a disappointed glare. “I thought you were the nice Miya.“

You sympathetically pat his shoulder. “Sorry. My sincere condolences. Shall I send some flowers for the funeral of yer last brain cell? Samu always wanted a cat but dad wouldn't let him.“

“Really? Why not?“

“Oh he made the mistake of asking just after the mango incident.“

“The-“

“Only Miyas are allowed to know about it,“ you say, snickering at Suna's furrowed brows. You know curiosity is going to eat at him for weeks to come. Maybe you should come up with a cover story, just in case. “Do ya miss yer friends? Ones from Aichi I mean?“

Suna thinks for a moment, maybe still trying to figure out what a mango incident could possibly be. “Sometimes,“ he says after a while and a poke to his side, “but I met a lot of new people at the dorms. Inarizaki isn't that bad either. There's you and Ginjima, and your brothers sometimes, and ehm,“ he mumbles as he tries to remember whom else he could call a friend.

“If Tsumu or Samu bring this topic up just let them know ya were my friend first,“ you pout. That's the problem with having had siblings in the same class for the entire grade and middle school; all your friends were also their friends. “It can't be easy,“ you say, half trying to make him feel better, and half just changing the topic that's starting to turn his ears red, “movin' over here I mean. Ya really left all ya knew behind for volleyball. That's pretty admirable. Ya just might be as crazy as Samu and Tsumu.“

“Please don't compare me to your brothers,“ says Suna.

“That bad, eh? So what's it like? Livin' in a dorm?“

“Oh. Well. We're four in a room-“

“Yikes. And I thought havin' two other people in your room is a lot.“

Suna laughs. Oh, so he can do that. It suits him, you decide after a moment. “Now take into account that two of those keep leaving dirty socks around.“

“Oh I know what that's like,“ you nod, all too familiar with dirty socks under table, under bed and other parts of bed you'd rather not think about.

“I doubt you'd get in trouble for punching them though.“

“Oh I would.“ You look him over. “Ya don't really look like a punchin' type to me. More a very petty guy. Soy sauce in mornin' tea kind of guy.“

“You're giving me ideas.“

“Thanks, that will be one kit-kat. Or none if ya put some in Samu's water bottle.“

“All in all dorm isn't that bad,“ Suna tells you once you both stop laughing over the prospect of putting soy sauce into Osamu's drink. “Wish I could sleep a bit longer in the morning but what can you do? And I miss mom's cooking. We cook ourselves and the food is good. Usually. It's just not the same, you know? Want a chuupet?“

“Ya brought a chuupet to an evenin' run?“

You still gladly take the fruit stick. It's a rare occasion in which it isn't in danger of being snatched away by one of your co-spawns. You don't comment but the next day a neatly wrapped bento box waits on Suna's table.

Suna doesn't quite remember when you became friends. One day you were a girl from his class that looked suspiciously similar to those loud Twins on the volleyball team (the moment he realised your last name is in fact Miya too he felt incredibly stupid for not noticing sooner), the next day you're hanging with him during breaks and sending him messages along the lines of 'I'll buy you as many chuupets as ya want if ya tell me what happened at practice yesterday, I need to let Tsumu know who's the boss' that usually arrive in the middle of the night. Even if they wake him up your name popping on his screen still makes him smile.

Really it takes impossibly long for Suna to realise he doesn't enjoy being in your presence only because being friends with you is as easy as getting the ball around a block or because you're the one Miya to voluntarily share your food with him.

The moment the cogs finally fell in their place and began to spin, making the little 'there might be something more' thought appear is one he'll remember for the rest of his life, and will quite probably haunt his nightmares too.

That's the thing about emotions (truly the revelations of that day are almost too much for his volleyball focused teenage brain), they take over neurones in charge of sending information around the brain, bribing the ones running toward mouth to run faster than the ones heading towards the comprehension centre, and then you find yourself in awkward situations such as saying your name out loud in the packed locker room followed by: “She's really funny and amazing. I like her a lot.“

But the situation being awkward is the least of Suna's problems as two pairs of almost identical brown eyes stare him down.

Oh, shit.

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accidental-rambler · 7 years

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Tag Games

Tagged by @modernbookfae. Thanks for the tag ;)

1. What’s your favorite quote of all time?

See, I suck at questions like this because I’m never able to choose JUST one! So here it goes:

1 ) “Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.” (Samuel Beckett, ‘Worstward Ho’)

2) “And that heart which was a wild garden was given to him who only loved trim lawns. And the imbecile carried the princess into slavery.” (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, ‘Wind, Sand and Stars’)

3) “It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.” (J.K. Rowling, ‘Half-Blood Prince’)

4) “We learned our lesson. There is no conscience.

buried by fear, we live in pits;

in terror we carve out our dark loves,

statues of ourselves - evil troglodytes.”

(K.K. Baczyński, ‘Generation’)

5) “Rozkoszy stawmy ołtarze;

Pijacką miejmy bezczelność,

A może znajdziemy w czarze

I nieśmiertelność.”

(Adam Asnyk, ‘Pijąc Falerno’)

2. What was the first book that made you get into reading?

Hmm, that’s a tough one. Mainly because I grew up in a house where we just, you know, love reading. So I was encouraged to do so from a fairly young age. But I think the first book that I connected with was Astrid Lindgren’s ‘The Six Children of Bullerby’ series. I wanted to live in that village. Be friends with these kinds. Go on adventures together. After that one, there was also “Anne of Green Gables” - my mom recommended me this book (I was like, 9) and the series gradually hooked me in. Even now I love getting back to Anne and her adventures and it’s like re-connecting with a very good friend :)

3. If you could live in one fantasy book setting where would you go?

Actually, The Court of Dreams and Velaris seems like a great place to live. Minus the burgeoning war, of course, but you know - details!

4. Have you ever named a pet after a fictional character?

I have not.

5. What was the last TV show you watched AND enjoyed?

Lucifer. It’s refreshing, it’s funny, it’s emotional. Well-written and dynamic. Not to mention, it doesn’t hurt to look at Tom Ellis (and then there’s his accent!) or the gorgeous Lesley-Ann Brandt ;)

6. Have you ever met an author or celebrity?

I haven’t :( Oh wait, I did meet the president one time when he visited my university!

7. Which countries would you like to explore if given the chance?

Australia. USA. Scotland. Thailand, China and Japan. New Zealand. Argentina. Russia. France. Italy (more than I have). Iceland. The whole Baltics region. Pakistan.

8. Do you believe in soul mates?

I don’t. Which is funny because in fiction, I do love the concept of mates/soul mates. However, in real life, I’m much more cynical. I believe some people fit together better than with others. With some people, you just ‘click’ and forge a connection really quickly - like you’ve known them all your life - while with others, you may know them for a really long time and not know them at all. I believe there are certain things that keep people together - whether it’s passion, friendship, compatibility or just joint mortgage. But just one person destined for you? No.

9. Would you rather live in the Throne of Glass world or ACOTAR world? Any specific reason why you chose one over the other?

ACOTAR. For one, because I just grew to care for characters of this series a lot while I can’t really get into ToG apart from Manon’s, Elide’s and Dorian’s stories. And secondly, because the magic in acotar world seems to have no bounds, unlike in ToG.

10. What is the book you are looking forward to reading this year? (Other than ACOWAR! *wink wink*)

Well...Providing that I do in fact survive ACOWAR, I am psyched to read (FINALLY) “Six of Crows”! Lots of people recommended this series to me and even from a few quotes and edits I’ve seen, I know Kaz Brekker will rule my trashy heart, haha!

11. What is one item on your bucket list you want to do?

Living and working abroad for some time, perhaps permanently. Oh, and parachuting!

These were awesome questions! So much fun ;)

Tagging (and hijacking these questions because they good and I AM STILL LAZY, SORRY) : @coolchaosqueen, @theassassinsbooks, @klarolinedrabbles, @hummingbirds-and-champagne, @radientwings, @purestheartslove and @hurricanesandheartbreak ;)

#tag games #personal #about me #long post #long post for ts #can you tell how much I love books #I'm so extra talking about them lol

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