THEIR “FANGIRL” ACTUALLY LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! (oikawa, atsumu, and suna)
warning: gn!reader, crack, some pouty boyos!. a random idea i thought of~
[ part 2 (sugawara and iwaizumi) ]
“i swear if they don’t leave in 60 seconds, i’m going to serve a ball towards them.”
leaning against the bus with crossed arms, you watched the herd of squealing girls surrounding your boyfriend. iwaizumi is right by your side, glaring at the sight of his best friend being showered with affection and treats.
he scoffed, “yeah? well i’m waiting for 15 seconds.”
you popped your head into the bus, “mattsun! toss me a ball! a warning sign is needed for this.”
hanamaki leaned forward from his seat, “don’t you think hitting the girls with a volleyball is a tad bit excessive?” he asked.
you caught the ball matsukawa threw your way, “who said i was aiming for the girls?”
hanamaki laughed, “that’s our manager.” he remarked, before settling back into his seat.
“iwa, those 15 seconds up yet?” you asked, moving the ball from hand to hand.
“2 meat buns if i hit his back.” you voiced, adjusting your stance.
“5 if you get his head. it’ll help shrink his big ass ego.” iwaizumi offered.
you chuckled, “you’re on.”
then, in the blink of an eye, the ball hurled towards oikawa. a loud thud! when it met the back of his head. the crowd gasped loudly, taking a step back.
“what the actual hell, iwa?” oikawa called out, rubbing the painful spot as he turned around.
“it was me, shittykawa.”
oikawa felt chills run down his spine. there was only one thing he feared more than failure, and that’s you.
specifically, angry you.
he gulped nervously, before cracking a nervous chuckle, “haha…g-good shot, y/n-chan...have you been practicing?”
“…get in the bus.”
he sheepishly bid his fangirls goodbye, “sorry to cut this short, ladies. wish us luck on our game.”
high-pitched whines of protest began to erupt as oikawa trudged towards the bus with his head hanging low.
he peeked up once he neared closer to you, only to be met with your hellish gaze. he quickly ducked back down, choosing to walk past you without a word.
iwaizumi followed right after, kicking the setter’s butt as he stepped onto the bus, making him stagger with a whimper.
the three of you turned around and see a girl —most likely a first year— with pigtails and a maroon bow in her hair. she looked incredibly skittish, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as her legs shook in place.
“sorry, but we have to go now.” iwazumi told her, forcibly shoving oikawa to get inside the bus.
oikawa waved to the girl, “sorry, i can’t stay any lon—“
startled, you all froze and stared at her with wide eyes. you stood there, confused as to why she wanted to speak to you.
“uhh…yes?” you asked.
“i-i-i…i love you!!”
before you could even fully digest her confession, you felt her arms thrown around you in a clinging hug. she buried the side of her face in your chest, her grip tightening.
“hey! y/n’s mine!!” oikawa attempted to go at the first year, but iwaizumi kept him back; like a vexed chihuahua ￼being held by his owner.
“y/n-senpai, if you will, please be with me! oikawa-san doesn’t deserve you!” the girl wailed against you.
“you little brat! y/n-chan loves me! y/n, tell her!” he fought back, a deep pout hanging on lips.
“umm…i’m sorry but, i’m currently dating crappykawa.” you said.
“currently?!” oikawa screamed.
“so you have no problem with y/n calling you crappykawa, loserkawa?” hanamaki snickered. oikawa grew red and huffed.
“b-but…” tears began to well in the girl’s eyes. she sniffled and her sleeve quickly came up to wipe her nose.
“what’s your name?”
the girl cowered at your voice, letting out an anxious squeak! when she finally registered your words.
“hashimoto…s-sakura…” she murmured, quietly.
“may i call you sakura-chan?”
the thunderstruck expression she wore can only compete with the one adorning oikawa’s baffled face.
“you don’t even know her!” he gasped.
you ignored the pattering nonsense that left oikawa’s mouth and put your hands over sakura’s trembling fists.
“i can’t date you, but i’ll tell you what. if stupidkawa ever makes me angry, i’ll let you serve a volleyball at his head.”
you heard the roaring laughter bellow from hanamaki and matsukawa’s chests at your words. from the corner of your eye, you saw a sullen oikawa.
“so violent…” he mumbled, shivering in place.
“y-you’ll teach me how to serve?” sakura repeated, her mouth parted in awe.
you nodded, “but not right now; we’ve got a game to catch. so if you’ll excuse us…”
you patted the top of her head and stepped around a slack-jawed oikawa to enter the bus.
“move your ass, we don’t have time.” iwaizumi aggressively kneed him in the back to walk forward, before turning to sakura with a slightly softer attitude.
“we’ll catch you later, future mrs. l/n.”
“atsumu, have ya recently done anything notable?”
atsumu tapped his chin at kita’s odd question, “besides my killer serves this game, i can’t think of anythin’.”
“or at all.” osamu muttered as he took a sip of water. atsumu threw a spiteful glare his way.
“why do ya ask?” the blond questioned.
“a girl in the stands has been staring at ya from the very start of the game.” kita voiced his keen observation to the setter.
the two turned their heads towards the crowd, and surely enough, there was indeed a girl staring down at them.
suna, who just so happened to be passing by the pair, stopped in his tracks and squinted his eyes to catch what was so interesting.
“is she…is she holding a megaphone?” he noted.
atsumu hummed at suna’s comment, before sighing. “oh, i see what’s happening.”
“ya do?” kita asked him.
“of course! she’s gonna confess to me. trust me, it happens all the time.” he confidently replied with a smirk. his eyes suddenly darkened and his voice dropped an octave, “…as long as they don’ do it while i’m servin’.”
suna snorted through his nose at the ridiculous conclusion atsumu came to, before walking away just as easily as he had walked in.
“is y/n-san alright with that?” kita wondered.
you stood nearby and were able to hear their conversation. you spoke up without taking your eyes off the clipboard you were writing on. “i really don’t care.”
the inarizaki team members flopped onto the benches with heavy sighs.
“you guys played great,” you said, scribbling their points down in the first set. “one more set and you’ll have the win.”
lowering his water bottle, suna elbowed atsumu, who was wiping the sweat off his neck with a towel, and gestured towards the stands.
“’bout to happen~” atsumu mentioned.
“the confession?” aran asked. word spreads around quick, huh?
atsumu nodded, his eyes closed in arrogance. they watched just as the girl took a deep breath and raised the megaphone to her lips.
“can i have your attention?”
the booming voice made the crowd quiet down, a few murmurs and whispers being traded among them. aran and suna glanced at each other, a bit shocked.
“what did i say?” atsumu remarked.
“atsumu-kun!!” the girl shouts.
“here it comes…”
“i’m in love… with your s/o!!!”
“see? i told ya— WAIT WHAT?!?!”
the entire gymnasium turned to you at the surprising revelation. the pen you were holding falls from your fingers, the sound of it hitting the floor echoed off the silent walls.
“atsumu, close yer mouth before the flies get in.” kita nonchalantly told him, as suna filmed the setter’s more than entertaining reaction.
“well, y/n-san? what do you say?” the girl asked, the sharp static from her megaphone made you wince.
“uhhh…”, you met osamu’s eyes, he hands you a megaphone he took from one of the crowd members. you accepted it, whispering a small mention of gratitude to the grey-haired boy. you turned it on, the piercing noise making everyone cover their ears for a moment.
“…i’m not interested, sorry!!”
the crowd erupted in gasps, loud exchanges of whispers flooding the gym. the girl lowered her megaphone in defeat, she was about to walk away when she heard sounds of struggling.
“h-hey little girl! if ya try makin’ moves on y/n aga—“
“atsumu-kun, cut it out!”
“’m just protecting what’s mine!”
the bold girl spoke into the megaphone again, “y/n doesn’t belong to anyone! you might’ve won this round, miya atsumu—“
atsumu lowered the megaphone and incredulously whispered, “this round?!”
“—but y/n will reciprocate my feelings! one day! you just wait!!”
and with that, the girl marched off. her head held high and her face expressing nothing but determination. when the doors closed behind her, the team turned to you.
“…that was something, huh?” you laughed, nervously.
the referee blew the whistle, signaling the start of the second set. the team hurriedly jogged back to center court, a pouting atsumu plodding right behind them. you rolled your eyes and rubbed his back reassuringly when he walked by you.
“remind me to send you the video.” suna told you with a wink before sauntering away.
“ya better delete that, suna! ‘else i’m not settin’ to ya anymore!!”
“there’s a ‘‘sunarin’’ fan club?”
your boyfriend had intended to mention it as a throwaway comment, something to briefly make fun of. but it seemed like your interest had been piqued.
“uhh yeah…” suna answered, “why? you jealous?”
you scoffed, “i’m just curious as to how the school approved it.”
he shrugged his shoulder, “dunno. i don’t even think the school looks into most clubs, they’re mostly interested in the sports teams.”
you hummed, not thinking much of it. you handed suna the drink you got him from the vending machine, leaning back against his chest as you two laid sprawled out under a tree near the gym.
he took a sip and rested his chin on your shoulder. you closed your eyes in content, satisfied with how comfortable it was being engulfed in his warmth.
then, you heard the sound of unified footsteps, almost like a marching army. you looked up and saw rows of girls, all wearing matching t-shirts, with signs and gifts at hand.
“shit,” suna muttered.
“those girls—” he paused to let out a heavy sigh, “—that’s the fan club.”
you sat up, deeply engaged now. “no way, they have your name and face on the back of their t-shirts.” you observed, with a laugh.
suna groaned, dragging the hood of his jacket over his face in order to conceal himself from their prying eyes. when he had first heard about the fan club from the miya twins, he was mildly amused. he often passed by their club room, dropping in a few times; pretending he was lost or asking about someone, just to entertain the whole charade.
but the whole thing ended up backfiring, as the girls grew even more obsessed with him. they would show up at practice just to watch him, or stagger into his classroom in packs to bombard him with sweets and love letters.
“one of them is coming over!”
suna groaned, “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
he looked up at the girl with boring eyes, his hood falling off. her breath hitched and she averted her gaze.
deciding to speak to her instead of your boyfriend, who can often come off as cold and dry, you smiled warmly, “hi there, do you need anything?”
her head snapped up at your voice. the heat flooded her cheeks and she turned red. with trembling breaths, she began to stutter something out.
she suddenly bowed at an exaggeratedly deep angle, her face practically meeting her knees.
“i-ishida mei! from class 1-3, nice to meet you!!”
the pair of you were startled at her introduction. it went quiet for a moment, before you cleared your throat.
“nice to meet you…ishida-chan…” you slowly said, unsure of how to respond. you nudged suna in the torso, forcing him to say the same.
“delighted.” he answered, curtly.
upon hearing his voice, mei raised her head, a solemn look on her features. “suna rintarou, from class 2-1. we finally meet.”
suna quirked his eyebrows at the serious tone she had. you glanced between them, incredibly confused as to what was happening.
“can i help you, kid?”
“rin…” you scolded, lowly.
“look, if you’re gonna confess your love to me or something, just do it now. i’m trying to enjoy my lunch break.” he told her, bluntly.
but what shocked you both, was when she started laughing. her head thrown back as the menacing, almost belittling chuckles left her lips.
“confess? to you? don’t be ridiculous, silly volleyball player.” she mocked.
her eyes shifted to you, and you gulped nervously. she smiled and her features softened, “i’m here to proclaim my love for you, y/n-sama.”
with eyes as wide as saucers, you stared at her in complete disbelief. suna scoffed, letting go of you and standing up. the sight was nothing less than comedic. a 185.7 cm middle blocker, towering over a nearly 153 cm first year, the two glaring daggers at each other.
“i’m afraid “y/n-sama” is not available.” he stated.
“that can be easily fixed.”
he tilted his head, “are you threatening me?”
she snickered, “oh don’t flatter yourself, you’re eons behind the worth of indulging my wrath.”
she grew bored exchanging meaningless words with suna, so she looked back at you. crouching, she gently took a hold of your hand.
“y/n-sama, you’re nothing less than a dream. therefore, you deserve nothing less than a romantic love story. i can provide that and make you change your mind about this unfavorable boy.”
you blinked, “i’m really sorry—“
“you’re not, but go on.” suna cut in. mei shot him a dirty look for interrupting.
“i can’t be with you, ishida-chan…” you told her with a grimace.
she retracted her hand and nodded, “i see…”
“seems like you’ve got your answer, bye now.” suna addressed.
“suna rintarou, from class 2-1,” she turned to him, “you might feel victorious now, but you’ll be hearing more from me in due time.”
after bowing one last time to you, she twirled on her heels and marched away. now that her back was visible, you noticed the t-shirt she was wearing. It was the same as the one suna’s fangirls wore, but hers had a big red ‘X’ etched over his face.
suna scoffed, “nice shirt!” he called out, sarcastically.
“i’ll make one for y/n-sama!”
he rolled his eyes and muttered, “brat.”
thank you for reading! this was definitely not proofread, sorry for any mistakes >:(
thanks for calling darkmegs!!
softie suna who sits you on the bathroom counter and removes your makeup for you when you're too tired, always remembering to shower you with compliments while he's doing it.
softie suna who adores being in your presence, 100% believes the moments spent with you are the most important (even if you're each doing your own thing.)
softie suna who's “secretly” clingy, whether it's his hand on the small of your back or his pinky linked with yours, he loves physical touch with you.
softie suna who loves it when you do his makeup, always offering his lap as a seat so you can be “precise”
“Rin, why do I have to sit in your lap? I feel like I’m gonna fall.”
“Mm.. it’s so you can do my eyeliner better, precision, ya know?” he smiled, you both knew he was lying, but all you could utter back was a simple “sure.”
softie suna who can't help but to watch you instead of whatever stupid movie is currently playing in the background, he loves admiring every single feature of yours, and would spend countless nights reassuring you of your beauty if needed.
softie suna who lets you play with his hair whenever you want, allowing you to place small colorful hair clips all over, his only response being a small smile when you show him the final result.
softie suna who makes the stupidest excuses to see you, he once told you he needed to come over ASAP because he left his pencil at your house (he didn't, he just wanted to see you.)
softie suna who makes it a priority to see you smile, so he tries to remember the little things, like which side of the bed you like to sleep on, or which jokes of his are your favorite.
softie suna who has a camera roll full of photos of you, but refuses to let you see it because he knows you'll think they're hideous (he can't help it, he just thinks you're the prettiest when you're being yourself.)
softie suna who tells you all the details about his life, he knows he can confide in you and trusts you with his whole being, seeing your reactions to his stories are his favorite part.
softie suna who draws little hearts on your hip when you two are cuddling, wanting nothing more than to pull you close against his chest and tell you how much he loves you.
softie suna who is completely head over heels for you, unconditionally in love with you and everything you do — set on showing you how much he loves you each and everyday.
hi huge congrats on your milestone it’s so well deserved !! ty for putting time in to give us amazing content <3
If you still have spots open, can i request sumn smutty with Suna and “Your moans will wake everyone up and I’m oddly fine with that.” :’) ty and congrats again!!
── BBYATSUMU’S 1K EVENT ! EPISODE 
୨୧ 001. episode : “your moans will wake everyone up and I’m oddly fine with that” w/ suna rintaro
୨୧ 002. w/c: 1k | c/w: smut (mdni), slight exhibitionism, slight public sex, mentions of fingering + panty tugging, cursing, pet names [baby], slight belly bulge kink | hello anon! thank you so much for your kind words and support! I sincerely hope you enjoy this lil piece!
“Shh baby, don’t wanna be too loud, now do we?” Suna chuckled against your ear, followed by a low grunt as you clamped down around his aching cock.
Too dazed and drunk off pleasure to heed his minute warning, you merely shifted your hips, meeting his own in a quick, but deep, thrust.
“Like you care,” you whimpered through gritted teeth, fingers curling around the nape of his neck. Suna seemed to thrive off of almost getting caught, arousal pooling in his groin at the thought of just barely getting away with such intimate acts.
Suna had been like this all night; an innocent movie night with your friends quickly turned into something else when Suna wrapped a blanket around you both, fingers circling your panties, tugging on it harshly to elicit a reaction from you. All night, he’d been incredibly needy, two fingers crooked against your sopping pussy as soon as he received the okay from you.
Later, when everyone else had finally fallen asleep, Suna was relieved when you pulled him into his bedroom, kissing him hot and messily, encouraging him to keep touching you.
Carding your fingers through his brown locks, you watched as he gritted his teeth in a low hiss of pleasure, rolling his hips with intense accuracy that had you clenching around him.
You focused on his reactions to your touch; even though his throbbing cock was shoved deep inside you, Suna still moaned when your fingers tugged through his hair, when your lips painted deep purple marks against the pale column of his throat.
It was endearing, you thought.
Pulling his swollen cock almost entirely out of your tight walls, Suna hesitated, leaving just his leaking head inside you. He watched, enamored, as you continued clenching down around him, desperate for stimulation as he easily began to rub lazy, loose circles under the hood of your clit.
He leaned back over you, covering your body with his, and buried his face against your collarbone. Rutting his hips forward, Suna let out a loud groan as he pushed his cock as deep inside you as he could. His tongue laved over your collarbones, biting down gently enough to have your legs wrapping around his slender waist, pulling on his hair to tug him closer to you.
“You’re right,” Suna grinned against you, mouth hanging open as he traced hot kisses up your neck. He continued rocking his hips against you, two fingers circling your clit, spreading apart your folds so that he could sink inside of you deeper, faster. “I don’t care.”
A particularly deep thrust, combined with harsh fingers dancing over your clit, drawing aching shapes against you, had you arching your chest against Suna. The fat head of his cock continuously nudged against the sweet spot inside you, causing your eyes to roll to the ceiling.
“There it is, huh, baby?” Suna mischievously teased, a smirk tugging at his lips as he gazed down at you.
Suna continued rutting against that spot, grinding against you, digging his cock in and out of your tight walls. His motions against your clit were relentless, causing sweet tingles of pleasure to shoot across your thighs, stretched open to accommodate your tall boyfriend.
“J-just kiss me already,” you huffed, pulling down on the nape of his neck to connect your bodies even more. Suna gave in to your request, unable to resist you. His lips molded over yours, his tongue dipping into your mouth and immediately moaning at the addicting taste of you.
You let out a loud moan for him, and Suna couldn’t help but let out another deep chuckle against the skin of your throat.
“Yeah? That feel good?” he groaned against you, and you could feel the smirk painted across his face, pressing wet kisses against the skin right behind your ear.
“Y-you know it does,” you panted, voice much more breathless than you would have liked for it to be. Suna latched onto this fact, fucking into you harder, faster, your legs almost falling from around his waist as he buried his thick cock deep inside of you.
The pleasure threatened to overwhelm him; Suna bit down on his bottom lip as his arm would around your waist. He pulled you even further into his embrace, grinding his hips in loose circles that he knew would have you creaming around his cock, crying out his name in pleasure.
“Ohh, I know it does. Can feel you clamping down on me,” Suna smirked at you, and you were entranced at the way his dark hair fell over his face, slightly wet with sweat. The coil of pleasure was becoming more and more intense, and you could hardly stave it off any longer.
“You like feeling me? Right here,” Suna panted, chest heaving with pleasure, as he pressed down lightly on your stomach. You moaned quite loudly at the sudden pressure, clamping down on his cock in a way that had his hips stuttering, a shaky breath ripped from his throat.
“S-shit, baby,” he found solace in your neck, burying his face as he worked his hips harder and faster. Two of his fingers continued circling your clit, and he could feel how close you were when he sunk his cock deep inside of you. “Can’t keep doin’ that - gonna make me cum.”
You whined loudly at his words, the room spinning as he pressed down on your clit. “Want you to cum for me, please,” you moaned, followed by a quick whine of his name as he grunted heavily above you.
“Your moans are gonna wake everyone up, and I’m oddly fine with that,” Suna ground out, clenching his jaw and closing his eyes as he thickly swallowed. Your sweet pussy kept milking him, sucking him in until his leaking, red tip was pressed flush inside you. You were so soft for him, and Suna couldn’t help but spread apart your wet folds, watching with rapture as you took his cock in over and over again.
He pounded into you faster, throwing his head back in pleasure as you clamped down on him. You were consuming him, Suna was sure, and all he could do was give in to you. The way you gushed around him, milking his cock, moaning his name so sweetly, was driving him insane.
“What do you say we wake everyone up, baby? Keep moaning my name just like that.”
split | suna rintarou
pairing: suna x reader
tags: fluff, friends to strangers to lovers
word count: 2.0k
in which you and suna both miss your flight back to tokyo and you find yourself confiding in an old friend as you wait for the morning to come
for @sxphilia - lol shay you read this already but here, ily <33
everything seemed to be going wrong today.
first, your alarm wasn’t set properly so you woke up an hour late. second, your taxi to the airport arrived late, which only led to you inevitably missing your flight back to tokyo. and to top it all off, the next flight was four hours from now. it certainly wasn’t a big deal, you’re expected back at work the day after you arrive anyway. but there’s been a lot on your mind recently, a debate you just wanted to solve, yet it only seemed like you could start working on it when you arrived back in tokyo. so at the moment, all the what ifs and scenarios just marinated in your head, waiting for some kind of decision to be made.
and your current situation did absolutely nothing to help.
you were leaving america to return home from tokyo. you were there for a prospective job, finally having the chance to follow the career you spent years dreaming about. but japan was your home, and america was so far. you lived in tokyo all your life, your friends, your family, everything was back in japan. you were at a crossroads, unsure of which path to choose.
your old life, or the career of your dreams.
and your vacation only made the choice worse.
the flight attendant nods apologetically again when he hands you your ticket. “thanks,” you nod.
“of course,” he replies, “have a nice day.”
“you too.” but as you walk off a familiar voice makes you freeze in your tracks.
“yes hi, i just missed my flight is there any flight i can take instead?”
you hear the flight attendant’s voice, “yes, of course. where are you going sir?”
“tokyo,” he replies, and your heart drops.
that’s not who you think it is, is it?
“i’ve got a flight at 6 pm tonight,” the flight attendant answers.
wait, that’s your flight.
“sounds good,” and you can hear a hint of disappointment in the familiar voice, turning around to face the desk again.
“alright sir,” the flight attendant nods. “let me just print out your ticket.”
the boy doesn’t turn around, yet his stature, his hair, it just looks so familiar, and before you know it, you’re stepping closer wanting to indulge and curiosity and see the boy.
“thanks,” he replies before his eyes find yours.
your eyes light up as you approach him, “oh my gosh, hi how are you?”
his mood instantly brightens as he moves towards you, “i’m doing pretty good, how’ve you been?”
“well other than the missed flight i’m doing okay,” you answer with a small laugh.
suna quirks a brow, “back to tokyo?”
“i think i’m on the same flight as you,” you nod, holding out your ticket as you both compare the seats.
“and we’re right next to each other too,” he points out. “now what are the odds of that?”
you can’t help but laugh at the rather odd circumstances. “well now that we’ve got four hours to kill,” you sigh. “are you hungry?”
“starving,” he smiles as the two of you make your way through the airport.
“so,” you start, the two of you walking side by side through the busy airport. “why are you here?”
“well i got scouted for a professional team here,” he starts, but i’m already on a team back in tokyo. i came to visit, practice with them and maybe see if i wanna switch.”
huh, what are the odds?
“what about you,” suna asks. “why are you here.”
“well,” you smile. “i got offered a job here, and it’s like the perfect career opportunity, but i’m just not sure if i wanna leave home.”
you don’t miss the way suna relaxes, “so we’re in the same boat then?”
“basically,” you sigh. “like it’s the perfect opportunity, but it’s just so...”
“far from home? far from the life you’ve already built?”
you smile, “exactly,” and there’s a hint of relief in your voice. “i’m just glad someone understands.”
“it’s a tough decision for sure,” he replies before he stops walking. “yn where are we even going?”
you turn back to him, “oh, not sure,” you answer rather blankly, “i was just kind of walking until we found somewhere.”
“because,” and his eyes travel up to the airport directions before looking back at you. “i think we’re going in the opposite direction.”
you blink, “oh shit,” pulling out your ticket and looking at the signs before you slowly nod. “yup, we are.”
suna laughs, “you’ve never really been the best with directions.”
“and you always have some kind of remark to remind me,” you answer walking past him in the opposite direction. “let's go.”
and suna follows behind you a faint smile on his lips as he recalls his high school days. you two were inseparable. after all, and you spent most of your time together. with you becoming manager of the volleyball team, and him being one of the star players, your bond seemed to strengthen as the days went by. but as university came, and you both went down different career paths, the distance just felt inevitable, like something neither of you could control. but this stroke of fate, chance reunion felt so satisfying, like no time had gone by between when you last spoke.
and suna felt like your return was nothing short of a reminder of his feelings back in high school.
he still regrets not reaching out as much as he did. sure, you conversed from time to time but as both of your schedules became busier, it was hard to keep the conversation going. your connection weakened with the distance. but as suna now sat in front of you, a plate of food sitting in front of you, he can’t help but smile at the nostalgia this all brought.
“why california?” you mumble as you meet his gaze.
he snaps out of his trance, “what?”
and you laugh, “why’d you want to play here?” you repeat. “you’re very good at what you do, and i’m certain other places are scouting you.”
“i mean you’re not wrong,” he mumbles.
“wait who else wants you to play with them?” you ask, eyes wide with nothing but curiosity.
“i got one in italy, one down in florida, a couple in japan of course, and then the one here.”
“wow,” you blink before a smile curls on your lips, “look at you being all popular.” and he only shakes his head in response. “then why here?”
suna shrugs, “no clue, honestly i just had a gut feeling to come visit and try the team.”
you laugh, “it’s probably because i’m here.”
yeah, it probably was.
but your face falls flat at the beat of silence, “kidding, i’m kidding,” you quickly add. “did you like the team at least?”
“i did yeah,” he nods, voice soft. “they were all so welcoming and kind. i fit in well actually.”
“i’m glad then,” you smile.
“but then that makes the decision to leave so much harder.”
and you can only sigh at his words.
“what about you?” he questions. “how was the job?”
“it was wonderful,” you answer, mood brightening instantly. “it’s the career of my dreams, i’ll get to be a travel reporter here, and visit all these new places for my job. my coworkers are all so sweet and kind, and they’ve treated me to lunch while i was here. it’s honestly so exciting it’s just,” your face falls, “i’m not sure if i wanna leave home.”
a small frown curls on suna’s lips almost in understanding. “i mean it’s just everyone here speaks a different language, there’s a different culture here, different weather. just,” you pause. “everything is so unfamiliar and foreign, but tokyo is just...”
“safe,” suna finishes. “it’s comfortable, a place you’re used to.”
a small exhale leaves your lips, “i’m just so glad you understand.”
“well if it makes you feel any better,” suna starts. “i’ll support you no matter what.”
you meet his gaze at his words, “for someone who doesn’t often speak you’re saying a lot today.”
“it’s been years since we last spoke,” suna sighs. “i guess time leaves me with a lot to say.”
you pause for a moment, “i’m sorry we fell off,” you mumble. “we used to be so close but then we just fell off.”
“it’s okay,” he nods. “different paths take people in different directions.” and there’s a moment of silence that follows, one that makes you stare at the now empty plate in front of you.
“i missed you.”
suna’s heart skips a beat at your words.
“i missed you so much,” you sighed, eyes meeting his.
“i missed you too,” he replies, “more than you’ll ever know.”
“and,” you add, with a small laugh. “the worst part was i never got to tell you how i felt.”
your eyes widen as your body tenses, becoming aware of the words that just left your mouth, “oh shit,” you mumble, a small smile on your face. “did i just say that?”
and all suna can do is nod.
you lean back in your chair as you curse under your breath, “well,” and you think for a moment before continuing,“i guess i had a small crush on you in high school, not a big deal ya know?” your voice is quick, words spilling from your lips before you have the chance to seal them again. “i mean you probably didn’t feel the same right?”
and now it’s your turn to stare.
“i liked you too.”
you stare at him in complete disbelief, “you’re fucking with me right now aren’t you.”
he shakes his head.
and you sigh, body relaxing, “wow,” you meet his gaze, “if only we knew.”
“if only we knew,” he repeats. “but,”
“it’s never too late.”
your heart skips a beat before you smile, “now what were the odds of this?”
“us meeting in california and confessing?” suna questions. “zero to none.”
and you laugh, and suna swears it’s something he wants to hear for the rest of his life. “and we both have the same decision in front of us.” there’s a silence that follows as your voice trails off, one full of hesitancy, waiting for the other to make the move that you’re too scared to make.
“i mean,” suna starts. “i’ll do it if you do it.”
you blink, “what?”
there’s a slight blush on his cheeks as he continues, “i mean, it won’t be so lonely if you’re here.”
“we could,” you turn up to him, “wait where’s your team located.”
“here in los angeles.”
“and my job’s here too,” you mumble. “so we can be near each other then.”
suna nods, “so we won’t be here alone.”
“and it’s like we’ll be taking a bit of home with us,” you nod.
that’s cute, suna thinks to himself, the idea that he was your home.
“but that’s just an idea,” suna hums leaning back in his chair. “if you want to stay in japan you can, and i’ll still support you nonetheless.”
“i’ll do it.”
his eyes widen, “you what?”
you had been swaying between the two options for so long now.
“i’ll move out to california.”
it was almost as if you were waiting for that final push.
suna blinks, “you will?”
that final factor that pushed you over the edge.
“but only if you do,” you mumble.
luckily for you, you weren’t the only one waiting for that final push too.
“i will,” suna affirms, reaching over hesitantly to grab your hand.
and suddenly everything about this decision, leaving home, moving somewhere new, it all felt right.
your fingers intertwined with his, “alright,” you smile. “then that’s settled.”
because he was going to be by your side.
“we’re moving to california?” he smiles.
and you only affirm, “we’re moving to california.”
you thought you’d find your answer back at home.
but it turns out it was sitting in front of you the entire time.
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happily ever after | suna rintarou
pairing; suna x fem!reader
warnings; periods, suggestive (and poor) pick up lines
genre; slice of life, domestic, fluff
"Thanks again, sweetie. I hope we didn't ruin your plans for the evening."
You smile fondly as Mrs. Suna bows her head apologetically, her styled, raven hair bouncing elegantly as her meticulously painted lips curl upward into a sheepish smile. She looks stunning like this; with her sleek, indigo dress and sharp eyeliner, emphasizing her already fox-like eyes.
Her husband is no different, his hair coiffed to perfection and dressed to the nines, the obsidian shine to his suit bringing out the viridescence of his narrow eyes.
Together, they're sure to turn a few heads— they look undeniably gorgeous.
(Must run in the family, you think— images of a certain raven-haired, bedroom-eyed middle blocker popping into your head.)
"It's just that we haven't been out in so long just the two of us, and I'd hate to leave Hina home by herself... It wouldn't be so bad if Rin were here, but with Nationals coming up he's been coming home later than usual. I'm not even sure what time he'll be back this evening..."
Waving a hand in dismissal, you assure Suna's mother that it's no skin off your back. It's not as if this is your first time looking after her daughter. Plus, it's not like she's any trouble. Granted, she's got thrice as much energy at her older brother— it's nothing you can't handle.
"Don't worry about it," you say, adopting a playful expression as you jerk your head towards the front door. "You go and have fun on your date. I'll take care of the rest."
Mrs. Suna visibly relaxes as you say this, her posture straightening as though a weight had just been taken off her shoulders.
"You're so reliable, (y/n)," she says, sighing almost wistfully before adding: "I wish Rin would take a leaf out of your book."
You huff out a laugh at that.
And so, after she and her husband had gathered the last of their belongings, you bid them farewell, waving them off from the doorstep until their car disappears down the lane and away from view.
After closing the door behind you, you then turn towards Suna's little sister, who waits for you in the hallway, her face already lighting up at what you're 100% sure she's about to propose next.
Your face mirrors hers, and both of you rush into the living room.
You're halfway into Toy Story (your third movie of the evening) when you feel a sudden pain in your lower abdomen. It shoots through you like a mild electric shock, the achy feeling that follows all too familiar and making you curse internally.
"Be right back," you say, apologising when Suna's little sister frets over you missing the movie. You tell her not to pause it and that you just need the bathroom, which you promptly make a beeline for the second you get up.
Then, you groan.
'Gotta love being a woman.
Good thing you'd actually seen the signs this time and had worn a panty-liner before coming over. Nonetheless, you decide to swap it out for a larger pad for good measure, only for your ears to perk up when you hear the front door open, then close, followed by Suna's lazy:
After neatly putting away any wrappers, you saunter into the hallway where Suna's in the middle of taking off his shoes. You decide to watch him for a while, leaning against the banister and laughing softly behind your hand as your boyfriend struggles to remove his laces, huffing under his breath. Your voice seems to carry over to where he's standing 'cause his eyes shoot up and widen slightly in surprise.
"Well, hello there," he drawls as he shrugs off his burgundy jacket. "Enjoying the view?"
You wave with a smile, skipping down the last few steps as you make your way over to him. "I was, actually," you chuckle, surprised when he pulls you in by the waist. "How was practice?"
"Tiring," he says, sighing blissfully when you cup both of his cheeks. He does look tired, you notice, thumbs running gingerly over the dark circles that underline his drowsy eyes.
"Coach made us play practice rounds nonstop. Think my arms might fall off from lifting them up so much." You huff out a laugh at the exaggeration, eyes creasing adoringly when Suna leans into your touch. He must have really been yearning to get home if he's acting this affectionate, eyes already closing as he lets himself melt under your care.
Indulging him a little further can't hurt, you think, standing on your tip toes before pressing your lips against his. The kiss was meant to be chaste, though Suna seems to have other plans as he pulls you flush against his chest. The action catches you off guard, but you soon respond by throwing your arms over his shoulders, enjoying the sound of him humming against your lips when your hand finds purchase in his soft hair. The sensuality of his movements make your mind fog, and had Suna not held you as close as he was now, you're sure your legs would've given in to his ministrations.
You do however, force yourself to push him away (albeit with much reluctancy) when you remember you're still in the middle of the hallway. Not to mention with Hina in the next room over.
Suna actually pouts as you pull away from him, his eyebrows pinched in a way that you can't help but coo at. "Don't give me that look. Your sister's in there watching Toy Story." Nodding your head in direction of the living room, Suna gives you his signature blazé stare, obviously unfazed by the details.
You squint suspiciously. "You'd just let her stand there and watch?"
"No. I'd tell her to go to her room so her big brother can take his beloved girlfriend to infinity and beyond: Rintarou style.."
Scoffing loudly, you playfully shove Suna for his inappropriate (and frankly, quite poor) Disney pick-up line. He catches your wrists before you can get away however, keeping you close as a wolfish smirk etches his features. "Come on, (y/n). You know I can make you buzz for light years, if you let me."
"Alright, that's enough." You're laughing shamelessly now at Suna's incessant flirting, shaking your head in disapproval as he cracks a grin of his own.
He then goes back to wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in and resting his chin atop your head to cage you. "What brings you here, anyway?" He asks quietly. "Miss me?"
You begin slowly swaying together as you nuzzle into your boyfriend's chest, catching a whiff of his body wash which suggests he'd already showered back at the gym. You sigh contentedly at the smell, eyes fluttering shut as you bask in his presence.
"Baby-sitting," you answer, your voice partially muffled as you press into his shirt. You feel his chest reverberate as he hums softly, hands smoothing over your back in a way that almost makes you want to purr. "Did your parents not tell you?"
Suna seems to mull this over briefly, a blanket of silence falling upon you before he answers, his voice carrying not a ounce of concern. "Must've slipped my mind."
You tut. Now you understand what his mum meant by wishing he'd take a leaf out of your book.
You're about to reprimand him for it when a shrill voice calls out from the living room.
"(Y/n)! Where are you? You're missing the best part!"
The small bubble of intimacy you and Suna had created shatters all too soon when his sister suddenly appears in the hallway, making a noise of disgust when she catches a glimpse of you and her brother. "Yuck! Get a room, you two!"
Laughing under your breath, it's with a heavy heart that you finally pull away from Suna, though you don't fully break contact as the latter decides to keep a loose hold on your hand, the other making a dismissive gesture towards his younger sibling.
"Shoo," he says. "(Y/n)'s spending time with me, now." You laugh as his little sister pulls a look of betrayal, her mouth gaping like a fish.
"What? No fair! (Y/n) is my babysitter for the night!"
Suna offhandedly scoffs at that, his eyes rolling all the while. "And she's my girlfriend for forever. What's your point?"
"Now, now. Be nice." You pat your boyfriend's arm when his sister puffs her cheeks out in that stubbornly fashion of hers, deciding to intervene before things can escalate. It's true that Suna's not one for starting conflict, but when it comes to winding up his little sister, this man truly knows no bounds. You've seen it happen before, and although he doesn't give a care in the world about the offhanded jabs he tosses, his little sister on the other hand can get a little... Rowdy.
"Why don't you join us?" You ask as you give Suna's hand a gentle tug. "You love Disney."
You don't miss the way he immediately reacts at your statement, shifting his bored eyes over to you with the word 'no' written all over his face (in lowercase). Regardless, you refuse to give up there, giving him your best puppy dog eyes that are bound to win him over one way or another.
"Fine," he sighs, proving your theory true.
You and Hina flash each other a knowing grin before the latter disappears into the living room, chirping about how she already knows which movie to pick next.
"Oh, here we go," he mumbles in disdain. You flash him a cheeky grin which he pretends not to see, allowing you to drag him down the hallway, a merry skip to your step.
When you walk through the lounge, Hina has already got the movie up, an anticipating look on her face as she watches you and Suna get comfortable on the couch. As always, Suna sits against the armrest and beckons you over so you can sit between his legs. When you do, he proceeds to loosely wraps his arms around your waist and uses your head as a chin rest.
"Ready when you are, Hina," you call, and you needn't tell the young girl twice. She hits play, and on comes the familiar title screen.
From then on out, everything's peaceful. From the familiar story you and Hina both love unfolding on the big TV screen, to the occasional, feather-light kisses Suna plants on your head.
Speaking of the latter— as much he stubbornly likes to turn his nose up at romance-fueled Disney movies such as this one, you're not totally oblivious to the way his fingers tap against your forearm when a particular musical number rouses his interests. At one point he even pretended to orchestrate a song when you and Hina began to dreamily sing along, lazily swaying his finger like he had been the conductor of the piece. You think his distaste towards Disneys stems from the desire to upkeep his suave image, but deep down you know he enjoys the quality time.
There's a reason he brings you to the theatres everytime a new one comes out.
You're brought back from your musings when a cramp suddenly twists in your lower abdomen, making you curl in on yourself uncomfortably. The action doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend, his hold on you loosening as he murmurs beside your ear:
"Period," you rasp, rubbing your hand across your stomach in a weak attempt to soothe the pain. Suna's own hand soon copies your movements, but when the pain persists— accentuated by a hiss you couldn't quite contain— Suna extends his leg so he can poke his little sister with the end of his foot. The latter turns around, confusion painting her features as Suna jerks his head towards the staircase.
"It's getting pretty late," he says. Then, "bedtime."
Hina's face drops. She shakes her head repeatedly, a look of disappointment apparent on her rounded face. You'd feel kind of bad for her but admittedly, the pain in your abdomen easily bypasses your guilt.
"You can finish it tomorrow. (Y/n)'s staying here tonight, anyway."
You quirk an eyebrow as Suna says this, the information new as far as you're concerned. "Am I?"
"You're not taking the bus alone at this hour," Suna replies simply. You suppose he's right. Weirdos tend to lurk on the bus at this time of night, and you're not sure you'd have the energy to fend them off at this point— not with the cramps twisting up your insides.
Meanwhile, Suna's little sister seems to still be debating whether or not she should obey her brother's orders, her rear still rooted to the floor. "But I'm not tired yet," she says, shuffling awkwardly under Suna's gaze.
"Tough," is all he says, shifting under you so you'd stand up. "(Y/n)'s not feeling well and it's past your bedtime."
You smile apologetically as you hold your hands out to Hina, ones that she half heartedly grabs as you pull her to her feet. "Sorry, Hina. I promise we'll watch the rest tomorrow. We can even bake a cake afterwards if you'd like." The mention of cake seems to please both siblings; the youngest grinning at the suggestion, while the eldest makes a quiet noise of content.
"Can we make cookies too? If you say yes then I'll go to bed." You puff out a laugh at Hina's bribery proposal, shaking your head at the cheeky smile on her face.
"She drives a hard bargain," sniggers Suna, arms crossed in a proud brotherly fashion. He lightly jerks his head at you, an expecting look on his face. "What's it gonna be, (y/n)?"
You roll your eyes at both siblings. They may carry themselves different; one's personality bright as day and the other cool as night, but one thing's for sure— their wit and sly persona is definitely something indicative of their Suna bloodline.
"Alright, you win. Tomorrow we'll make cake and cookies. And Rin-" you shoot your boyfriend a pointed stare. "No eating the cookie dough!"
The latter lackadaisically raises his hands in mock surrender, making Hina giggle cutely at your side. "I wouldn't dare."
Getting ready for bed is a chill affair; you brush your teeth, slip on some comfy clothes and head into Hina's bedroom, all while dealing with the achiness of your cursed period. Speaking of the young girl, you'd like to think your earlier agreement had gone smoothly, and yet when it came to putting the ravenette to bed, she still refused to do as she was told, standing at the foot of her bed, green eyes still bright with energy.
"Before bed, can me and (y/n) do the dance that's at the end of the movie?" She asks, rocking on the balls of her feet. "We didn't get to that part yet and we usually always dance to it..."
Upon her request, Suna flashes his sister a look of warning, one that you quickly fend off by brushing your hand against his. He must be fretting about your stomachache, but thankfully the first day is the most manageable.
"Sure," you smile. Then, all while ignoring the annoying ache in your stomach, you conjure your best curtsey, holding a hand out to her in a way that never fails to make her giggle. "Milady."
She squeaks when you then sweep her off her feet, twirling her around before setting her on top of both your feet. It allows for better movement for when you guide her across your makeshift dancefloor (aka her bedroom, which luckily was one of the most spacious rooms in the house), and in that moment, neither of you care about the lack of music accompanying your performance, too engrossed in your own little world. Nor do you both realise when Suna pulls out his phone to immortalise the moment in his camera roll.
"Cute." He smirks to himself after hitting the "stop" button, pocketing his phone as you and Hina's waltz eventually comes to a halt.
You let go of her petite form after lowering her into dip, enjoying her giggles as you finish the dance off by playfully tickling her neck. The action seems to distract her momentarily from the fact that she's about to be put to bed, but the second she clocks you and her big brother about to leave to room, she's quick to tug on your shirt, preventing you from leaving.
"I don't wanna go to bed yet. M' not tired.." Her bottom lip juts out as she says this, her eyes downcast while her hands tug restlessly at her own sleeves. Truth be told, you expected this to happen— Hina never liked to be left out when it came to you and Suna. She would always insist on how she was scared of missing out on something fun, and that she liked just hanging out with you two, even if you didn't do anything. To be fair, it was very cute of her. But when it came to her big brother, he saw it as more of a hindrance.
Typical big brother things, you suppose.
"You've spent enough time with (y/n) now. Go to bed." His tone leaves no room for mercy as he shooed away his little sister, making her look all the more hurt. You could already see the tears beginning to form in her eyes, something that made Suna groan at, and you coo at.
"Don't be upset, Hina.. I'll be here tomorrow morning, remember?" You squat down to meet her at eye level, booping her nose before any tears are shed. You hope that what you said would be enough to keep her satisfied, however when her pout persists, you decide it's time to come to yet another compromise.
"Alright. How about me and Rin read you a bedtime story?" You can practically feel Suna glare at the back of your head, his voice as firm as rock as he said;
"Oh, come on," you prompt, remaining at eye level with Hina but spinning around so you could tug at his sleeve. "Please?"
Suna's narrow eyes zero-in on you as you spare him that unfair, doe-eyed regard. Yours paired with his little sister's almost makes him grimace in disdain. Instead, he simply sighs as he feels his stony exterior slowly begin to crumble, what's left of his resolution dwindling into nothing.
Like magic, Hina's face immediately lights up, her eyes no longer glistening with the urge to cry, but with the excitement of both of her older siblings reading her a bedtime story. She quickly squabbles to get into her bed, leaving her covers open for you and Suna to climb under.
As you stand up, you all but smile when Suna shoots you a deadpan stare, linking your arm with his. "Come on, grumpy," you mock, laughing as Suna begrudgingly climbs into bed, next to his sister. Next is your turn, scooting in beside him and consequently caging him between both of you. He seems uncomfortable at first, sighing as Hina plops a book in his hands (another fairytale one— his favourite), but a kiss on the cheek from you surely has his shoulders relaxing.
"You have the nicest voice between the two of us, Rinrin. You start."
Hina doesn't seem against this, neither does Suna for that matter. He opens the book, holding it up so both of you can see. And as you cosy up to his side, resting your head against his shoulder, he reads out the first line:
"Once upon a time..."
You had not been lying when you said Suna had a nice voice. In fact, nice was in your eyes— or in this case, ears— a severe understatement. It was silvery smooth and his low lilt, paired with his skillful reading slowly but surely had you under a trance. You were drawn in as Suna recounted the story of a Prince travelling far and wide in order to rescue the imprisoned Princess. He had you at the introduction, cracking a sleepy smile whenever his little sister would gasp at some of the more riveting scenes. However, it was somewhere towards the middle of the story that your eyes had unwillingly fluttered shut, perceving nothing but the quiet drone that was Suna's voice, the sound fading into nothing but a pleasant background noise.
Naturally, this doesn't go unnoticed by said storyteller, who stops his reading in order to peer over at the two of you, unsurprised when he catches you both sleeping soundly on either side of him, heads pressed against his shoulders. Closing the storybook, he opts to leave it on his lap rather than risking waking you up.
Meanwhile, as he pulls the bedsheets over his sister, making sure she's comfily tucked in, he gently rests his hand on top of yours and props his head up against yours.
"Night, squirt," he murmurs to Hina, who instinctively snuggles up to him at the familiar term of endearment. Then, he directs his words to you, his voice barely audible and the hold on your hand as sweet as it was delicate.
And the three of you slept happily ever after.
Cigarettes After Sex
Genre: frat boy!suna au, enemies to fwb to lovers, toxic relationship, hurt to comfort, fuck boy shit.
Summary: Suna Rintarō’s reputation precedes him, it’s obvious when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. Determined to add your heart to his collection of broken trophies, he is willing to do anything and everything to make your heart his.
Warnings: minor character death, smut, cunnilingus, toxicity, drunk driving, drinking, smoking, mentions of weed.
Collab: @saintobio’s frat au collab
A/N: @iheart-shigaraki helped me out a bit with this just to make sure it's not total shit. Btw, Sincerely Not is a series written by Saint, you should check it out.
“It's leading me on, every time we touch. Leading me on, every time it hurts. Feeling so lonely, 'cause it's not enough. Missin' you only ever since we fell in love.”
If there were a trait that solidified the perception that Suna Rintarō was a terrible person, it would be the absolute power trip he felt when he took the heart of a sweet innocent girl. He ripped it out and tore it to pieces, watching as she fell to her knees, begging him to never leave her. The look of woe that adorned their wet eyes, brimming with salty tears, was enough to give him a better high than weed ever could. He truly loved the feeling of holding a girl's heart in his hand, all her feelings controlled by him. He knew he was awful, but he didn’t care.
“Aye, get yer head of the clouds. I’m talkin’ to ya.” Atsumu’s voice drew Rintarō’s attention back to his bothersome fraternity brother. “What’re you even lookin’ at?”
“Huh? Nothing. Mind your business.” Suna’s eyes never left the girl, causing Atsumu to follow the invisible line that his hard stare created. His eyes landed on a girl in the back of the lecture hall, and even Atsumu could tell that she was a fucking stunner. Her hair lazily fell over her shoulders as she concentrated on the book in her hands. She was that quiet type of beauty most only admired from afar and 100% the type of girl Rintarō wants to break.
Turning his relaxed gaze back to his fox-like friend, a knowing smirk crawled onto Atsumu’s face as he rested his cheek in the palm of his hand. “Oh, I see. Found a new target, Rin?”
A small, barely noticeable smirk embellished Suna’s features as he readjusted in his seat. A mischievous glint shone brightly in his jade eyes, “Yeah, think so.”
“Hey, stranger.” A voice laced with tiredness pulled you out of the fictional world of Sincerely Not. Annoyed by the distraction, you glanced up with an exasperated look and found that standing before you was Tokyo University’s favorite frat boy. Suna Rintarō.
His tired eyes met yours, bangs parted in the middle, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Knowing that he was nothing but bad news, you chose to ignore him and dove back into your book.
“Oi, don’t ignore me. I’m talking to you.” As he dropped his backpack to the floor, he slumped into the seat across from you. His muscles flexed as he leaned against the table, placing his head in his hands. Noticing that you would rather read your book than talk to him, he grabbed the paperback out of your hand and tossed it to the side.
Gritting your teeth together, you tried your best to keep your composure. “That wasn’t bookmarked.”
“Hm, my bad.” Despite his seemingly apologetic words, his tone indicated that he couldn’t give a rat’s ass. You noticed how his eyes looked you up and down, devouring every part of you. His eyes lingered on your body, and that only fanned the flame of your anger. Who does this pompous asshole think he is?
“If you think I'm going to let you check me out, then you can leave. This is supposed to be a quiet, peaceful place. Somewhere you clearly don’t belong.” He was taken back by your attitude and quick wit. You certainly weren’t going to be an easy catch, but that just made you all the more enticing.
“No shit, I don’t belong here. I haven’t been to a library since they forced us to pick out a book in middle school.” His careless words only ground your gears even harder. The way he acted, in the same manner, careless, was just as aggravating. You narrowed your eyes at him, watching as he pulled on a lazy smirk. He rocked back and forth in the chair, almost falling each time. It made you want to go over there and knock him over yourself. Maybe if you hit him hard enough, he'd learn some respect.
The rising heat that bubbled from the pits of your stomach caused your body to shake with rage. You knew of his reputation and saw how the girls he broke fell apart. Someone you knew even dropped out of school because of him.
Slouching into your chair, you let out an exasperated sigh. “Why are you here, Suna?”
“You have a nice ass.” His blunt, lewd answer caught you off guard. What the actual fuck?
Taking your book from across the table, you carefully shoved it into your bag and slung it over your shoulder. You didn’t say a word as you left him at the table.
“Wait, where are you going?" He finally fell back in his chair. "That was a compliment!”
“Don’t care.” You responded before you exited the building.
Chuckling to himself, he was left thinking about you.
‘What am I going to do to you?’
If there was something you were absolutely certain of, it was the indisputable fact that Suna Rintarō was the most annoying, aggravating, relentless piece of shit you have ever met. Day after day he made it his job to find you.
For the past two months, he has been bothering you any chance he gets. At lunch, he’ll sit with you and talk the entire time.
During your alone time in the library, he converts that into “us” time by making himself comfortable next to you. You learned to drown out the sound of his voice, but before long, he would snatch the book from your hands.
When you’re walking to your apartment, he walks beside you as he attempts to show you his recording of the Miya Twins’ latest fight. He says that you should feel special since everyone else has to pay to see it.
In this present moment, you have never wanted to punch him more.
You found a new reading spot under a sakura tree. It was a quiet place. Wind whistling, birds singing and the sun shining down on your face. You found comfort in the warmth. In the silence. Away from Suna.
After a few days, he found you.
Now, he held your book over his head and taunted you for not being any taller than 5’10.
“Why do you even like this book so much?” He questioned, waving the book around as he yawned.
“Why do you yawn so much?” You retorted as you analyzed all the different ways you could get your book back. Maybe if you punched him hard enough, he'd drop it. You smiled at the thought as you took a new cigarette out of its container and lit it. Inhaling the tobacco, and exhaling the smoke, you felt a little more relaxed.
“I have sleep problems." He answered, speaking through his cough from the secondhand smoke. "Anyways, this book doesn’t even seem interesting.” He studied the cover. “What’s it even about?”
Rolling your eyes, you purse your lips together, your cigarette dangling from the corner of your mouth as you debated whether or not you should tell him. “Why do you want to know? It’s not like you’re going to read it.”
“Just tell me, Y/N.” He handed the book back to you and took a seat on the blanket. Making himself comfortable, he glanced at the food you had prepared for yourself, then back to you, and back to the food again. He quickly took the container of berries and started to feed himself, popping multiple strawberries in his mouth.
Sitting next to him, you let out a small, breathy chuckle. He reminded you of a hungry child at that moment. Cheeks puffed out, and eyes sparkling as he savored the taste.
“Well, it’s about these really rich people who are arranged to marry each other. You see, they were childhood friends, but lost contact as they took different paths in life.”
He watched as your eyes lit up while you explained the story of Sincerely Not. With a smile, you rambled on about the book, using your hands to talk in between your drags. You only stopped yourself when you remembered who exactly you were talking to.
You were right, he wasn’t going to read it, but he did enjoy watching you talk instead of flipping him off and ignoring him.
The way a person spoke about the things they were passionate about was always a beautiful thing to see. The way their smiles got a little brighter and their days got a little bit better. It brought people together. Sharing something as personal as your passions always did.
He was going to have your heart in no time.
By the time October rolled around you had warmed up to him. Tremendously.
You weren’t really sure how you got into this situation. Maybe it was when you told him that he has small dick energy, but it’s not like you could think right now. Not with his dick rhythmically pushing in and out of you.
You were bent over on the sink, forced to watch as Suna fucked you from behind in the boys’ bathroom. Your eyes watched as your boobs bounced with every stroke of his hips, and you’d be damned if you weren’t aroused by this. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he fucked into you relentlessly.
Despite the pure annoyance he brought to your life, he sure knew how to fuck. Even if you wanted to deny it, the moans that rippled from your throat proved otherwise. The way he so easily found your G-spot and repeatedly hit it over and over, harder each time, had you shaking. It had you begging for more each time.
You couldn’t stay away and he knew it. He was addicting.
“G-od, I hate you. You-you know that?” You whimpered as pleasure spread throughout your body. You could feel his hot breath tickle the back of your neck. Every touch of his fingertips was burning and intoxicating all at the same time. You couldn't get enough.
“Good,” he growled as he slid a hand down to your wet cunt. “What do you think happens to us after we die?”
‘Seriously? Is that what he’s thinking about right now?’
“We-well, I read Percy Jackson,” you tried to speak, but between his pointer and middle finger rubbing circles against your clit, and his thick cock pumping in and out of you, you found it difficult.
“And?” He breathed out, placing a wet kiss below your ear. “That wasn’t an answer.”
Your head leaned back against his shoulder. The moment your eyes met, an overwhelming feeling washed over you. It was as if something within both of you mixed together, like two different paints blending to become one.
His flaming fingertips painted beautiful colors against your skin. He was warm, like a campfire on a warm summer night. The crackle of fire comforting you as you melted in his hands.
“We become stars.” Was your final answer before you both met your climax and your juices mixed like the two paints.
“God, you’re so tight, Y/N.”
And the moment was ruined. Way to go, Suna.
Peeling yourself away from him, you pulled your pants back up, and fixed yourself as best as you could so you could pretend that you didn’t just get fucked from behind by the fuckboy you hate with a passion.
“I still hate your guts, don’t forget that.” And with that, you walked out of the bathroom and out the doors of the dining hall.
Despite how much you despised the self-absorbed asshole, you wanted to keep up your routine of smoking a cigarette after a good fuck, and damn, was he a good fuck. Leaning against the old, hoary brick wall, you took out a cigarette and tried to light it. With the dewy air from the previous rain shower and shaky hands from the cold October breeze, you struggled to light it.
After finishing your book, you immediately started it over again. Something about this story and the captivating writing just couldn't keep you away. The author had a way with words. The way you hung on every word was addicting.
It was refreshing.
With your phone tossed to the side, you laid on your bedroom floor, nose buried in the used paperback book as usual. The book was well-loved with tattered and yellowing pages.
The buzzing of your phone put a momentary cease to your reading. Annoyed and forced back into the real world, you fished your phone from across the room and read your messages.
Suna: costume party Friday 9:30 pm
With an exasperated huff, you responded with the simple word "No.”
Suna: Your coming
Suna: It'll be fun
You: No. I'm reading.
You never thought of parties as anything special. In fact, they just gave you a headache. With all the annoying loudmouth assholes and drunk party girls, you just didn't find any enjoyment in them. Besides, intoxicated men were even more of a hassle to shake off than sober men. You simply didn't have the energy.
Suna: Fine I'll just post that video of you sucking me off ;) Compensation for making me go alone
You: Fine. I'll come. Jesus.
Suna: Atta girl
So here you were, Halloween night stuck at a party with Suna fucking Rintarō. Except, he hadn't shown up yet. Sitting in the far corner, a light drink in your hand, you watched the door. Many familiar faces came and went, but none of them were Suna's. You even threw together a last-minute costume, wearing a bloody doctor uniform, fake knife and all.
Sighing deeply, you stood up, ready to leave. He forced you to come, and the asshole doesn't even show. Typical.
"Looking for me?" Those familiar flaming fingertips ghosted along your hips. Suna's voice hummed behind you. He was so close you could feel his breaths tickle the back of your neck.
Turning around to greet him, you were shocked to see his costume.
"What the hell are you wearing?" You snorted, almost spilling your drink. Suna's costume was a white sexy nurse uniform. The short dress rode up his muscular thighs and the low-cut collar showed off his chest. It was even complete with a small hat with a red cross on it.
Suna scoffed, snatching the hat off. "I lost a bet. Ignore it."
You laughed, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. You had the type of laugh to make everyone stop in their tracks and listen to the angelic sound. Like all good things, it ended far too quickly.
Suna smiled. "Yeah, you think this is funny? Well, we're matching costumes, so laugh it up, baby. We look like a real couple now."
Your laughter died down immediately. "That's not funny."
"Really?" He inquired, taking the drink from your hands. "I find it hilarious." He downed the rest of your drink, nose scrunching in disgust. "The hell is this? There's barely any alcohol in here."
You rolled your eyes, "I drove here. I'm not trying to get drunk."
"Boring," He deadpanned. "Stay here. I'll get you a real drink."
The mixed smells of drinks and smokes flooded your nose. The sound of the bumping music accompanied by the whoops and hollers of drunken college students was more than annoying. And here comes Suna, the biggest headache of them all with your drink.
"You didn't put anything in it, did you?"
He scoffed, offended. "You really think that lowly of me? I'm hurt."
You put your hands up in defense before taking the drink. "You can never be too careful." The drink had a sharp taste, not very good, but what did it matter? Alcohol was alcohol.
His lips quirked upward as he watched your sour face force the drink down. "Not your taste?"
"It's disgusting." You couldn't take him seriously in that costume. "Now, put your stupid little hat back on. You dragged me out here. We might as well have some fun."
"Give me a second. I have to do something first."
You rolled your eyes, a common occurrence when you were with him. "Don't get lost." You teased.
And with those words, he disappeared, leaving you alone once again.
Bored, not knowing what else to do with yourself, you started dancing. You felt the music flow through you like it was the blood in your veins. There was something about music that was always so captivating.
"Y/N!" A voice called. You didn't recognize him. You probably had a few classes with him here and there. He was waving you over, and as much as you hated being here, it was better than being bored out of your mind, so you made your way over to the group.
"Play spin the bottle with us." He smiled. The rest of the group cheered. With a shrug of your shoulders, you downed the rest of your drink and sat with them.
“Sure, why not?”
You weren’t exactly sure what had happened, it was like your mind left your body, and then you came back to Earth all wasted while making out with some dude on the couch. You can’t say you were enjoying it, not when you had experienced how Suna could make you feel, but it was good enough.
The guy was sloppy, clearly inexperienced, and boring. It was like he was a high school boy who thought he was all that when in actuality, he was a pile of shit. He was wearing a catboy costume, so you weren’t really sure what you had expected from him.
“-N, Y/N, Y/N!” A loud, familiar voice broke the trance you were in. You pulled yourself away from the wannabe and look towards where the voice came from. It was Suna.
“What are you doing?” As upset as he seemed, you struggled to take him seriously when he was dressed like that. The dress already had a hole by his hips, revealing his wrinkled boxers.
“What do you mean?” You attempted to take a stand but wobbled a bit from intoxication.
“You came here with me, but you’re making out with some other guy. Are you that desperate for attention?” You knew he was drunk, you knew he was an idiot, but his words still hurt. It was like after all the time you spent together, the late nights and interrupted quiet time, you had forgotten exactly who he was. He was Suna fucking Rinatarō, master asshole and fuckboy.
Letting out a scoff, you pushed past him, bumping your shoulder into his body, “go fuck yourself, Suna.”
“Where do you think you’re going?” He hollered out, chasing after you.
“You don’t get to just say shit like that. You’re acting like I cheated on you.” You patted down your body in search of your keys, desperate to get away from the boy with mood swings that could give you whiplash. You were so not dealing with this today. He invited you—no, blackmailed you—and has the audacity to act like this? Unbelievable.
“I mean, you kinda did cheat.” He spat back, his tone laced with harsh, poisonous venom.
Turning around sharply, you sent the 6’1 man-child a cold, spine-chilling glare. “I cheated on you? Okay, let’s turn that around. If that’s cheating, then so were all the girls you’ve slept with within the past month. Let’s get one thing fucking clear, Suna. It’s not cheating if I wasn’t with your ass.”
“You’re such a bitch.” Despite it being a pitiful excuse for a comeback, it still stung. It hurt only because it came from him.
“So are you. I know your little secrets, too. Your sister told me.” You bit back as you gestured to the phone in your hand.
“Oh really?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “what secrets do I have? Please tell, Y/N.”
“I know I’m nothing more than another heart for you to break. Akira told me everything, starting with your bet with Atsumu and ending with your little black book that holds the names of all the girls you broke. You’re really disgusting.” Your eyes started to tear up as you remembered that. That’s all you ever were and all you were ever going to be. Just another heart for him to heal.
“You’d be lucky to be a name in that book.” He rolled his eyes, and let out a scoff. Who were you to judge him for how he lived his life?
“Please, go fuck yourself.” And with that, you walked off in search of your car. You didn't care that you weren't in the right state to drive, all you knew was that you needed to get away from Suna.
For the past few weeks, you had been sticking to the routine of what your life had been like before you had ever met Suna Rinatarō. You slept, you went to your classes, you reread Sincerely Not, you ate, and then you slept again. Despite its simplicity, you couldn’t help but feel somewhat empty without that arrogant asshole. He filled the lonely moments in your life with laughter, pleasure, and annoyance. Guess what they say is true. You only know what you want when it’s gone.
Currently, you were curled up on your couch with your beloved copy of Sincerely Not in your hand. Even though you were reading the words, you struggled to comprehend them since your mind kept wandering elsewhere. Elsewhere to a certain fox-eyed boy.
Looking up from the pages, you watch the snow dance through the grey skies as they fell to the ground. It was the first snowfall of the year, and albeit quite early, you enjoyed the comfort it brought. You always preferred snowy weather. When the world falls silent, and the snow soaks up any sound the earth sings. The silent peace was heavy in your heart.
With the quiet comes the thoughts you had previously pushed aside. Thoughts of the future, thoughts of the past, and more recently, thoughts of Suna.
As if on cue, a knock on the door disturbed your quiet. Tucking the bookmark between the pages, you set it down beside you and walked over to the door. Peeking through the peephole, your heart started to quicken at the sight of Suna in front of your door with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a copy of Pride and Prejudice in the other.
Opening the door just enough for you to be seen, but for it to not be an invitation for him to come inside, you tried your best to conceal how you really felt. You had to keep up a strong front.
“What are you doing here?” You questioned him while examining his appearance. Snow fell on his eyelashes and his nose dusted an angry red. He seemed to have bags under his eyes, as well as dampened hair from the snow.
“Can we talk?” He responded, shifting side to side, teetering from one foot to the other.
“Can I come inside?”
You were hesitant, not because he’s an asshole, but because when it comes to him, you just can’t control yourself.
You nodded your head, widening the door more so he could step inside. He swiftly slipped off his shoes and handed you the book. As soon as he stepped in, he noticed how the apartment had a faint stench of smoke, something that wasn’t there last time. He knew you detested smoking indoors, you didn’t want your apartment to smell like the poison you took daily. But the new scent made him wonder if this little break between the two of you had affected you as much as it affected him.
“Why did you get me a copy of Pride and Prejudice?” Analyzing the cover, you recognized it from Barnes and Noble. It was one of their leatherback editions that they sold for $25. Did he really spend $25 on a book?
“Well, I asked the help lady at that book store what kind of books girls like. I had to describe you a bit for her to get the picture, but she said she thinks you’d like this book, so I got it.” He set the bottle of vodka on your kitchen table and took a seat on your wooden chairs. He didn’t look at you. Keeping his eyes downcast and apologetic, he waited for you to accept the gift.
“Did she lead you to this book specifically?” Although the book was beautiful with its cerulean blue cover, gold detailing, and green pages, you found it most unnecessary, especially since you already owned the exact copy.
“They have another copy of this in the adult fiction section for seven bucks. Different cover, but cheaper price. I also already have this book.” You explained, holding back the small laugh that wanted to escape.
He stared at you for a minute, taking time to comprehend your words. “I think I got scammed.”
Taking in a deep breath, you looked him in the eyes and prepared for the conversation to come. “So why are you here?”
“To apologize?” He responded although it sounded more like a question.
“Well, I don’t hear an apology, Suna.” Taking the seat across from him, you noticed how his eyes watched your every move, almost like he was taking you in like a breath of fresh air, cherishing you as if you could disappear at any given moment.
Your eyes shot up, making contact with his own yellowish-green ones. You noticed the eye bags that decorated his features. They were darker than they were a few weeks ago. “What?”
“Call me Rintarō.”
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? Yeah, I said some really shitty stuff, but I won’t apologize for the bet. First of all, I want the $100. Secondly, this is just what we do. All the guys in the frat are assholes, and you know this. You knew I was an asshole and you still let me fuck you weekly. I’m not sorry for that.” He explained as he shrugged, almost like he was shrugging off how that affected you.
“I mean, yeah, I get it, but that doesn’t mean I like it. I don’t want to be some guy’s bet. I have standards, and I won’t let myself get treated like this. I’m not a toy for you to just toss aside when you’re tired of playing with it. I’m a human being, Rintarō, okay?”
“I know that. That’s why I keep you around. You’re different from everyone else. You’re smart, you’re hot as fuck, and you don’t put up with my bullshit.” Slumping in the chair, he looked like a child who wasn’t getting their way. In a sense, he was.
“Then what do you want?” You get what he was trying to do, but like he said, you weren’t going to put up with his bullshit. “I’m not a mind reader, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
Taking your hand in his, he rubbed circles on the back of your hand. “I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine. No labels, just us. All I know is that I don’t want to stop what we have. I don’t know what it is, but I like it.”
“Why no labels?” You questioned. You didn’t quite understand that. To you, labels clarified what you were to each other, what your relationship meant.
“I don’t like that shit. It’s gross.” As he said that, a grimace at the mere thought of labels crawled onto his face.
“So it’s you, it’s me, and just us?” You questioned. Perhaps this was as clear of an answer as you were going to get.
“Just us.” He reassured.
And for the rest of the night, you and Rintarō found solace in each other’s embrace. His head rested on your breasts as his jaded eyes tried to keep themselves open.
Raising his head, his eyes met yours. They had a soft, child-like innocence to them. It reminded you of a child who was begging St. Mary for some blessings, praying that she would come through for him. “Don’t leave, okay?”
Running your fingers through his soft, disheveled hair, you replied, “As long as you don’t leave first.”
With each step you took, it left an imprint of your foot in the snow. An imprint of you, evidence that you were there. That you had left your mark on the world. Hand in hand, you and Rintarō walked back to your apartment from the bar where the two of you and a few of your friends drank to celebrate.
You could safely say that this was your best birthday yet. The big 21 ended up being the best out of 21. Growing up, you and your grandmother were never really able to do much for birthdays. Ever since your parents had passed away when you were nine, that sweet, elderly lady had been taking care of you. She worked hard to provide for you, and even though you didn’t have much, you still had a great childhood. Your grandma made sure that you would.
“So, what was your favorite part of today?” Rintarō looked down at you with a small smile, his eyes glistening with adoration.
You reflected that look in your own eyes. How could you not, though? With snowflakes melting in his dark hair, a faint blush from the cold, and his small smile to tie it all together.
“God, how could I choose?” You threw your head back, looking up at the starless sky, and let out a giggle. A giggle of pure joy and happiness.
Staring at you, Rintarō felt his heart speed up as heat spread throughout his body. He wondered if this is what it felt like to truly love someone. Though he never thought of that much since every time it came up in his mind, he pushed it aside. He’d make up excuses like how it was too soon, or how he could never love, and even the fear of becoming his father. He’d use every excuse in the book and push away the thought. But even so, his heart was starting to overpower his mind.
“I’d say my personal favorite was the indoor amusement park. Especially when I kept beating your ass in the arcade.” He thought back to when he continuously beat your ass in Fast and Furious five times consecutively. He enjoyed witnessing you whine like a child when you kept losing. It showed a great disparity between how you show yourself to the world and how he gets to see you.
“Oh, shut it.” You gently shoved him with your shoulder, “I think my favorite was when we had dinner with my friends. Nothing beats a good meal with the people you care about.”
“Boring.” He dragged out, playfully rolling his eyes. Catching view of your apartment up ahead, he sent a side glance towards you before taking off. “Last one there is the rotten egg.”
Laughing at his childish game, you cautiously ran towards the building, being careful to not slip on the wet sidewalk that glistened with snow.
It didn’t come as a surprise to you when his childish game ended with his head between your thighs, leaving dark marks on your inside thighs as he made his way up to your cunt. He took his time, making sure to leave every inch of you as equally loved as another part. Usually, you loved it; the slow, gradual build-up tying your stomach in a knot as the anticipation built.
But not tonight. Tonight was different.
Tonight, you need him to do it quick, hard, and rough.
Propping yourself up onto your elbows, you hesitantly spoke to him in a hushed tone, “Rin, I need you now. Please, just do something. Anything. I just… I just need it right now.”
“So impatient,” he tsked, “fine, if that’s what the birthday girl wants, that’s what the birthday girl gets.”
He adjusted himself to get more comfortable before he slid your legs over his shoulders and dove in. As his tongue lightly licked your folds, you felt a rush of sudden pleasure throughout your body. No matter how many times he had eaten you out, every time still made you feel like a virgin getting touched for the very first time. Your chest heaved as you tried to regulate your breathing, and your teeth clenched while you made futile attempts to hold back your whimpers.
“Fuck.” You breathed out, your fingers grasping your previously clean and pristine bedsheets. You knew very well that he could do this forever, that if he could die between your thighs, he would.
You weren’t sure if it was due to the overwhelming pleasure or something else, but all you knew was that you hadn’t noticed that his fingers had slid inside of you until you felt them curve inside of you. The additional stimulation forced ripples of moans to release from your throat, and if it weren’t for his other hand holding you down, your hips bucking would have thrown him off his rhythm.
The way he stuffed himself full of you reminded you of a starving dog, and the look in his eyes whenever your eyes would lock reminded you of a dangerous predator waiting to absolutely destroy his prey.
The faster he thrust his fingers in and out of you, the more difficult you found it was to keep your mind present. Your legs were shaking and kept trying to close in on him, and you felt your own pleasure reaching its peak.
“R-Rin, ‘m gonna cum.” Your voice came out raspy and strangled as your breathing picked up. With how quick your heart was beating paired with your breathing, you felt like you were running from a lion.
Satisfied moans left your mouth as you finally reached your peak. Your legs fell limp on each side of Rintarō, and you could barely keep your eyes open. Getting up from his spot, he crawled over towards you and you could see the juices dripping from his mouth. He placed a loving kiss on your lips and whispered in your ear,
“Happy birthday, birthday girl.”
By the time the New Year rolled around, you and Rintarō were absolutely smitten for each other. Of course, like every relationship, you had your issues. You were stubborn and self-righteous while he was selfish and manipulative. One minute, he was lashing out about the smallest thing, and the next, he was all over you. You drove each other absolutely crazy, but you loved each other for it.
There were a lot of pros in your relationship, too. You got him into more literature and art (albeit, it’s more so you reading to him and him trying not to fall asleep), and he brought you out of your shell. You attended more parties, you hung out with his frat brothers, and you even held a full conversation with Atsumu without rolling your eyes.
You simultaneously completed each other and changed each other for the better. The permanent lovesick feeling you got when he looked at you was something you’d never get used to. They say when you’re truly in love, the butterflies never go away.
Lighting a cigarette, you escaped into your inner world as you waited for your boyfriend to come back with your drinks. You were currently at Atsumu’s New Year's Eve party at his parents’ Tokyo house, and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t want to leave. Sinking further into the couch, you closed your eyes and soaked up as much instant relief as you could. Eventually, the music was no longer as loud as it was, and it was just you versus the world.
You felt like you were floating underwater like you were disconnected from your own world but in the best way possible. The loud chatter and music were subdued, sounding like it was coming from above water, from outside the imaginary pool.
‘All my troubles on the burning pile all lit up and I start to smile. If I catch fire, then I’ll change my aim. Throw my troubles at the world again.’
You hadn’t even noticed how much time had passed until you felt Atsumu shaking you, making you realize you were half asleep the entire time.
“What?” You groaned, feeling irritable from the sudden awakening.
“Where’s Suna?” He questioned, “we’re suppos’d to be playin’ a game r’now. You can join if ya want.”
Glancing at the time on your phone, you noticed he had been gone for half an hour. “He said he was getting us drinks, but it’s been thirty minutes. I’ll find him for you.”
Getting up from your seat, it took you a minute to get readjusted. Realizing your cigarette went out while you were asleep, you took out another and lit it. Putting it between your teeth, you let it hang there as you grabbed your things and went to look for your missing lover.
You looked in the kitchen, and he wasn’t there. You looked in the bathrooms, the bedrooms, and the basement. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
Spotting Kita Shinsuke, the president of Rintarō’s fraternity, by the sliding doors you decided to approach him. He was cold, brutal, and intelligent. You haven’t had many conversations with him, but none of them ever ended well.
“Hey, Kita. Have you seen Rin anywhere?” Holding onto your cigarette in one hand, you let out a yawn and leaned against the white doorframe.
He glanced at you and scoffed. ‘Can’t believe this is the girl he’s dating. She’s a mess.’ He never really liked you, and you didn’t like him either, so it was mutual.
“Why do you want to know? Did he escape from his leash?” His cold glare was as harsh as his words, but you wouldn’t let him see that they pricked your heart a bit.
“Wow, Kita. Is there a cactus where your heart is supposed to be?” You returned his glare as you attempted to keep your composure. Cussing out Kita isn’t your goal, finding Rintarō is.
“Yeah. What do you want?” If you didn’t despise this grinch, you’d actually laugh at his dry response.
“Have you seen Rintarō?” You restated your question, losing your patience for the dual-colored hair man.
A knowing smirk grew on his lips, “Yeah, he’s outside.”
“Was that so hard?” You remarked with a sarcastic smile.
“Yes. It was the worst. Now get out of my sight.” And for once, you obliged with his order.
Opening the sliding door, you left the building and walked the perimeter in search of him. It didn’t take very long to find him, he was sitting on the grass.
The only issue was that his lips were attached to a girl. A girl who wasn’t you.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Rintarō?” You hollered out as anger spread within you. You could feel the pure hatred boiling from your own personal pit of eternal damnation. “You really are a selfish piece of shit, Suna Rintarō.”
Storming off, you wrapped your arms around yourself to keep yourself warm. You heard him yelling for your name, begging for you to stop, but you were done listening to him and his pretty lies.
You walked a few blocks before entering the town center. The Christmas lights were still up, and they illuminated the empty night. Your eyes scanned the area, watching as people drunkenly stumbled across the streets. It was New Year’s Eve after all.
“Please, babe. Can you just listen to me?” He growled out as he followed you down the road. His patience was dwindling and he was going to do something regrettable soon if you didn’t just listen.
“I’m not going to let you break my heart, Rintarō. I refuse to be another girl in your sick little book of names.” You growled as you picked up your speed, desperately wanting to get away from him. How dare he treat you like this, how dare he treat your love like it was nothing.
“But I’m not going to, babe. I want you, and I mean it.” He hollered as he chased you down the sidewalk. He truly wanted to be with you. Every moment he spent without you felt like his own personal hell. He needed you more than he wanted to admit, and as much as he hated it, he was madly in love with you.
“Stop following me, Rintarō. I don’t wanna talk to you.” You angrily huffed as you tried to get as far away from him as you could.
“She came onto me, I pushed her off because you’re the only one I want. Babe, you gotta believe me. I would never cheat on you, I could never purposely hurt you because I lo-”
Promptly turning around, you stopped in the middle of the street, and you tossed your cigarette onto the ground, angrily crushing it with your boot, “Please don’t say you love me.” As your voice cracked, he noticed how hauntingly beautiful the sad smile that was spread across your face was, and how it paired nicely with the tears that ran down your cheeks, subtly reflecting a light. It almost distracted him from what was happening.
You hadn’t noticed why, there was something about the way that he screamed that caught your attention. Maybe it was the pure terror that laced his tone or the cracking of his voice. Either way, by the time that you noticed what he was screaming about, it was too late and you were already blinded by the truck’s headlights.
And there Rintarō stood by the stoplight with tears streaming down his face. He heard someone screaming, but he couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from. Not until he felt the rawness that tickled his throat did he realize that he was the one screaming. He rushed over to his lover’s body that fell limp in the middle of the street. The truck driver got out of his vehicle, falling to his knees as he realized what he had done. He had taken the life of another. Sure, it was an accident, but if there was one thing that connected Rintarō to the driver, it was the overwhelming guilt they had both felt.
Rintarō cradled your body as he prayed to whoever would listen to him to bring your soul back to your physical body, “Please, fucking please wake up, Y/N. Wake the fuck up. I know you’re mad, but this is a sick prank. You can’t fucking do this. You can’t leave me here. I’m begging you. Please, anyone, if you’re there, please bring her back. Fuck, this isn’t fucking fair. Come back, Y/N, I need you.”
He let out a hiccup as his sobs took over and shook his body. He let out another heart-clenching scream that anyone on the block could hear and immediately know what had happened. He had just lost the love of his life, someone who was embedded into his soul, and a part of himself he will never get back.
He didn’t even realize that 911 was called until he was being pried away from her body. It was like his perspective was switched into slow motion as he watched the paramedics bag your body and take you away. His world was completely flipped, and there was nothing he could do about it. If it weren’t for the policeman holding him back, he would’ve already boarded the ambulance and tried to spend every last minute with you. You weren’t dead yet, you could still be saved. He knew you could.
As the ambulance disappeared from his line of sight, all he could think was ‘what have we done to each other?’
He barely even noticed the paramedic walking up to him, not until he felt his shoulder being shook. Despite knowing the answer, the paramedic asked, “Sir, are you alright?” Rintarō couldn’t do anything but nod, his throat too raw to speak.
He felt like this was nothing but a movie. Like he was watching himself from outside his body. The way the blue and red lights lit up the night, and illuminated his face, allowing the watchers to see the tears that could not stop running as he stood in the middle of the street mindlessly, surrounded by police cars and ambulances. He wished that this was only a movie, he really did.
Clearing his throat, he tried to speak, “She’s going to be okay, right? They’re going to fix her, and then she can come home.” His voice was raspy, almost barely audible, like an old toy. He turned his gaze over to the paramedic, who looked at him with pitiful eyes. This only drove him over the cliff. “She’s coming home, right?” His voice cracked as he continued to try to speak, the pain that stabbed the inside of his throat like tiny needles punishing him for all the screaming he had done.
The paramedic let out a long sigh, preparing for his reaction. Of course, they had heard his screaming. He hadn’t stopped screaming until they bagged her. “I’m sorry, sir, but it seems that she died on impact. There’s nothing that can be done.”
The look on Rintarō’s face would’ve killed the paramedic if it could. The grimace that contorted his features accompanied by the burning rage in his eyes haunted the paramedic for the rest of the night. “You’re a filthy liar. I know Y/N, she wouldn’t leave me like this. No, she loves me. You’re lying. I want to be taken to her immediately.”
He had grabbed a hold of the uniform she was wearing, closing the spacing between them and getting all up in her face. She could smell the alcohol that tainted his breath, it was like an awful candle being shoved in her face. If it wasn’t for the officer who pulled him off of her, she would’ve decked him then and there.
“Sir, you need to calm down and come to the station with us. We need to get your statement, but seriously, calm down.” Rintarō stared down at the officer as if he was having an internal debate about whether he should listen or not when Y/N’s voice rang in his head.
‘They’re only doing their job, Rin.’
And as always, she was right.
He nodded his head and followed the officer to his vehicle. You had just left the world and the ghost of your words were already haunting his mind.
Rintarō looked up at the night sky. His lip trembled as he tried his best to hold back the sobs that have been harassing his throat all night long. He didn’t know how he was going to live without you. Everything he did was to get you, and then eventually, it was to keep you. He wanted you to play with his hair one last time. He wanted to hold you in his arms as the two of you danced around your kitchen one last time. He wanted to feel your lips on his one last time.
He remembered a time when Y/N had told him that when you’re truly in love, the butterflies never go away. You were right about that. Months after her death, and he’s still as in love with her as if she was right beside him.
Taking a seat on the park bench, Rintarō looked up at the night sky, and he swore it seemed brighter that night. He thought maybe it was because you were now a star watching over him. If you were right, then maybe one day, he’ll join you. One day, he’ll be right next to you again in a constellation you had started. And when the day that he joins you comes, he won’t be alone anymore. That’s something he’s sure of.
As he opened Sincerely Not and turned to the first page, he cleared his throat before he read to the stars, “Chapter one. Marriage is a sacred bond. With over seven billion people around the world, you were granted to have only one person to be your chosen life-long partner.” He let out a breathy, heartbroken chuckle after reading that line.
If only the two of you had forever.
PLS I BEG OF YOU “i fucking love you” “hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober” WITH KING SUNA
+ PROMPT: "i fucking love you" / "hang up, and tell me this when you're sober" ft. suna rintarō.
+ TAGS: fluff, yearning, gn!reader, fwb to lovers !!, nsfw mention, he calls you "whore" but it's lighthearted, reader drinks alcohol & is tipsy.
+ A/N: ....i really need to learn self control 😰 also i tweaked the prompt a little hehe but i hope u enjoy !! <3
suna’s got a weird feeling in his gut.
it started with the text you’d sent him earlier in the night, a simple “hey, i’m going out drinking with the others tonight, so keep your phone on <33.” when he’d asked you why, all you’d said was “just in case!” before promptly ignoring the rest of his messages, leaving him with raised eyebrows and multiple questions. eventually, he’d sighed, tossed his phone away and gone back to his game, pushing away the strange twist in his stomach.
you’d never specifically asked him to keep his phone on before (not that you ever really needed to; he has a special ringtone for you, but he’d sooner insult his coach to his face before telling you that). he also didn’t know who these “others” were, and obviously, he knows you don’t owe him the information, but that doesn’t erase the nagging curiosity in the corner of his mind.
it’s frustrating, makes him feel a little stupid and irritated with himself. he wants you to text him whenever you’re going out (or better yet, give him a kiss before leaving). he wants you to talk to him about your other friends, wants to hear you spill all the gossip you know and laugh when he tells you the things he’s heard.
he wants to be more than someone you call when you need some stress relief or just want a good old orgasm. he wants to give you the sex and the aftercare and the company but under a different context. he wants to call you over to his place just to cuddle, and treat you to a night out, and be able to tell everyone that you’re his—his to kiss and hold and joke around with and love.
and just as much, he wants to be yours. wants you to call him sickeningly sweet pet names and buy matching outfits for the both of you and hear you call him your boyfriend. the desire for you to be each other’s burns brightly in his chest, and he feels it ignite every time you say his name or laugh at a stupid joke he told or moan so prettily into his ears.
sometimes, it feels like if he doesn’t do anything about it, the fire might end up consuming him inside out.
but then he’ll think about losing the familiarity of your touch, and no longer hearing your sweet voice calling him rin, and he thinks he’d rather be burned to ashes.
it's only hours later, when he can feel his eyelids getting heavy and the yawns leaving his mouth increase in number, that he gets the call that’d finally douse water on the flames.
the special ringtone blares throughout his room, and instantly, he’s awake and reaching for his phone, swiping at the screen and lips curving at the sound of your voice.
“rin!” you exclaim, “why’d you take so long to answer!”
he can’t help the small chuckle that leaves him, knowing from the slight slurring in your tone that you’re probably a lot more than tipsy.
“sorry, i was busy doing something important,” no he wasn’t, “what’s up?”
“something important?” you ask, and he can picture the exaggerated widening of your eyes and o-shape of your mouth, “what’s something important?”
“mm, don’t wanna tell you,” he hums, smirking when he hears you whine.
“that’s not fair!” you complain, a pout evident in your tone, “i deserve to know!”
“do you now?” he teases, “and why would that be?”
“because.” you pause, and he’s smiling like a fool, “uh—i’ll suck your dick?”
he snorts, closing his eyes in amusement, “you’d do that anyway. you’re too much of a whore not to.”
“hey!” you cry out petulantly, and he huffs a laugh, “i mean—you’re right, but you don’t have to say it!”
“what, bunny can’t take the truth?” he sounds a touch too fond, and he knows, but for the life of him, he can’t help it. already, he can hear the crackle of embers lighting up in his chest, and he lets out a silent sigh.
“so mean,” you mumble, before huffing a short breath, “can’t believe i love you.”
his heart stops.
minutes pass, and you continue to ramble on, not noticing the complete halt his world has come to. all he can do is sit there, with blood rushing through his ears and a heart engulfed in red, orange, and yellow. he sits and sits until you’re calling his name, a confused “rin? rinnie?” leaving your lips; until the heat licking at his ribs snap him out of it and his heartbeat kickstarts all over again.
he takes in a sharp breath, and his voice is shaky when he speaks.
“say it again.”
“wh—huh?” you’re out of the loop, and he curses the long time he took to react properly.
clearing his throat, he forces stability and calm into his tone, “what you said—a few minutes ago,” he squeezes his eyes shut, “that you—you couldn’t believe you—”
he cuts himself off, but it seems you’ve gotten the gist of what he’s trying to say, because you make noise of understanding.
“ah—you mean when i said i can’t believe i love you?”
a harsh breath leaves him, and he swallows with difficulty.
“mhm, what about it?” you sound—so innocent, so honest, like you don’t realize how you just simultaneously destroyed and rebuilt suna’s entire world with that one sentence.
it’s so you, and it’s all he’s ever wanted.
“did you—did you mean it?”
moments pass, and it seems that the reality of the situation has finally gotten past the haze of liquor and exhaustion, because your next words are quiet, embarrassed, but not hesitant or deceptive.
“oh. yeah,” you whisper, soft and honest, “i did.”
a breathless laugh leaves him, and his hand comes up to cover his mouth, an uncontrollable, foolish, unbelievably happy grin pulling at his lips.
“bunny.” he says, and there’s definitely too much fondness in his tone.
“hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober.”
“uh,” you sound puzzled, but you agree anyway, “o-okay. yeah—alright.”
“good,” he replies, biting at his smile. suddenly, a thought strikes him, and he does a quick check at the time, raising his eyebrows when he sees the numbers 2:15 am, “hey, do you have anyone to drive you home?”
“hm?” you must have zoned out, as you take a moment to answer, but then you’re replying, “oh! oh, yeah, i do! yeah, they’re um—i think they’re in the bathroom with one of the girls.”
he chuckles, nodding even though you can’t see, “good. don’t stay out too late, yeah? text me when you’re back home.”
“uh-huh, will do! actually, y’know, i was just thinking abou—huh? what?” your voice is muffled, probably talking to someone off the phone, but then you’re back and your voice is a little hurried, “sorry rin, i got to go! i’ll talk to you later!”
“alright. bye, bunny.”
“bye-bye!” you sing cheerily, before you hang up, leaving him in the silence of his room.
he sighs contently, staring at your contact photo, when he suddenly feels air bubbling up through his chest, and before he knows it, he’s falling back into his bed in a fit of uncontrollable giggles. it’s embarrassing, and he’d rather quit volleyball than get caught, but he can’t stop the laughter shaking through him, and he buries his face in his pillow in a helpless attempt to stop, but the scrunch of his nose and curve of his grin don't leave him—not for a while.
he feels so unbelievably light, like he could start floating through the atmosphere at any given moment. his chest is warm, but it’s not the sweltering heat of a burning fire—it’s the heat of skin against skin, of the sun hitting your frame just right and your bright smiles directed at him. it’s the warmth he’s been daydreaming about and seeking for so long, it doesn’t quite feel real yet.
sleep is a far-away notion, leaving him lying awake in what he thinks has to be some amazing fucking dream, but the sound of a notification from a message—your message—jolts him out of the state, and he scrambles to grab his phone and swipe to see your text.
im home nnow!1
m very tiredt
a soft chuckle leaves him, and he quickly types back a reply.
goodnight, bunny. sweet dreams.
he exhales a light breath, and flops back onto his pillow.
he can’t wait for tomorrow.
p. skater!suna rintarou x f!reader. fluff.
cw. swearing, reckless teenagers, suna being a flirt and giving me heart palpitations. also i'm not funny sorry about the title.
YOU COULDN'T STOP WATCHING HIM.
It wasn't in a creepy way (that's what all the stalkers say, your inner voice sniped), more in admiration. And, yes, perhaps he was a little attractive.
Lie. He was steal-your-breath-away, too-good-to-be-true, holy-shit-what-a-guy, hot.
You had decided to accompany your friend, Kenma, to a skatepark, so he could, quote-unquote, "show off and look cool", and he'd promised to buy you food after, so it wasn't like you were complaining, sitting on the edge of the bowl. And you definitely weren't now.
Whoever this mystery skater guy was, he had stolen all your attention. A black cap was pulled over messy brown hair that stuck out in practically every possible direction, matching his similarly-coloured cargo pants. His green jumper was the same shade as his eyes, which narrowed with his grins each time he nailed the perfect stunt, shooting around the skatepark's bowl.
Every time his board flipped, carrying him through the air like a renegade angel, your heart did the same. He almost seemed to arc in slow motion, every slight adjustment of his body fully planned for and eye-catching. Crouched on his board, fingers spread along the black-painted wood, it made it all the more effective when he came down from a stunt and straightened up to an impressive height to do his rounds in the bowl, smirking.
"For fuck's sake, Y/N, you could at least try to be the slightest bit subtle."
You nearly fell into the stunt area yourself, clutching your chest as you whipped around to make eye contact with the boy who'd spoken to you. "Shit, Kenma, you need to stop scaring the living daylights out of me."
"The only reason you didn't notice me is because you're too busy staring at Suna," the blond huffed, kicking his board into his hands and sitting beside you to shed his windbreaker and tidy his hair.
"Suna?" you repeated, trying the word out. It rolled smoothly off your tongue, not unpleasant to say. "Is that his name?"
Kenma rolled his eyes, though you knew he didn't mean anything by it, and it was more of a habit. "What else would it be, his social security number?"
You elbowed him and leaned back on your hands, deciding to pull off your jacket as well (it had gotten hot far too quickly for layers) as he reached into his pocket for his phone. Together, you maintained a comfortable silence – this was often what friendship with Kenma was like. Not saying much, but not needing to, reading each other's behaviour and emotions as though it was a superpower, and being content just to be in each other's presence.
"Ah, Kenma, you brought a girlfriend to watch you, how exciting," a low, somewhat lazy voice teased, accompanied by the scrape of a skateboard over the rim of the bowl and back onto flat ground. "You never bring anyone, she's got to be special."
"Shut up, Suna," your friend fired back without even looking up from his device, which was displaying the loading screen for some violent RPG. "She's not special, besides."
"Hey!" you cried in mock outrage, getting a giggle out of Kenma, who jostled your shoulder as he laughed. Shielding your eyes from the sun, you raised your head to catch a better look at who had spoken – Suna.
Your heart skipped a beat at the proximity at which he was standing, practically straight above you, and you noticed now that he had a tiny splash of freckles under his eyes.
"Who are you, then?" he asked – not in a dismissive way. His lips were curled up at the corner, hinting that he was probably more amused than anything else.
"My name's Y/N," you settled for saying. "You're really good, by the way. A-At skating! Skateboarding! Whatever."
He gave this little chuckle, and your heart nearly stopped in your chest at the surprisingly soft sound. Goddamn, do attractive strangers exist purely to cause cardio-palpitations?
"Well, it's nice to know someone thinks so," he smirked. "I'm Suna, as you probably guessed, but Rintarou's fine."
Kenma gave an unusually loud groan. "Do you have to flirt with every girl you ever lay eyes on?"
"Hey, I never flirt!" Su– Rintarou – protested, pulling off his cap and running a hand through his hair to regain a semblance of neatness in the somewhat flattened mess, the action more attractive than the actual result. "I'm not flirting – right, Y/N?"
You nearly choked on air, accidentally whacking your shoulder into Kenma's. "Uh, sure. Sure, you're not."
Evidently, you came off as a little more hesitant than you meant to, because in the blink of an eye, Rintarou was kneeling beside you, one of his surprisingly slender fingers reaching for your chin and tilting it up, thumb brushing ever so gently along your jaw.
His voice lowered just slightly as he dipped his head, eyes so close to your own you could see the barely-there smudges in his eyeliner. "Would you like me to flirt with you?"
Your breath stuttered in your throat, and suddenly you had never said a word before in your life. It was genuinely impossible to speak when he was right there, flustering the fuck out of you and grinning like a little bitch.
Finally, you managed to breathe out, "I guess I wouldn't mind," and Rintarou pulled away, still wearing that hot as hell look on his face as he settled into a half-crouch and put a safer (for your heart, that was) distance between you.
"Good," he winked, extending again to his full height, which you noticed actually wasn't his full height, since he was slouching a little. "I will, then. Catch you later."
He kicked the edge of his board, flying back down into the bowl, leaving Kenma to sigh and pocket his phone. "You're gonna go and fall for him, aren't you."
It wasn't even a question.
But it also probably wasn't incorrect.
"You idiot," he griped, knocking his fist against the top of your head lightly, with an affectionate note to his voice. "You really had to pick the flirt."
"I did," you grinned, resting your chin on one of your hands and watching him turn another jump. "I really did."
© chuuae 2022. all works and content are intelluctual property of this blog. do not plagiarise or translate on tumblr or elsewhere.
pairing: suna rintarō x female!reader
word count: 1,3k
warnings: none that i’m aware of, lowercase intended - somewhat proofread!
author’s note: ahh, i love breaking hearts, especially my own. :’) idk what this drabble is but the osamu fic is REALLY making me go nuts. so uh, enjoy i guess? i was also listening to waiting by woodz, though the fic has barely anything to do w that song, i thought i would just throw this in hehe. this piece is so weak, i’m sorry lmfao.
“if you could change anything-“
suna sighs at your interruption, but a soft smile ghosts on his lips because this is exactly how he remembers you. he’s so relieved you haven’t changed the thing he knows you the best for; the way you can never keep quiet, which he once learned is because you always need to make sure the other person knows you’re listening.
oh, how much you always care.
“yes, anything,” he manages a soft nod, one he only hopes you feel considering how close your heads are to each other, and he continues. “what would it be?”
those words catch you off guard. suna was never the type to ask these things, he was never the person to be interested in what ifs. in fact, he would always tell you to not bother with those as being realistic will keep you grounded and prepare you for how life can twist and turn.
you do not think twice as you exactly know the answer to his question.
“i would be loved.”
your answer is simple. very simple. and suna would lie if he said he didn’t expect something like this, yet his heart still stings for a second when the words leave your mouth.
we have been trying for years and you still aren’t capable of loving me.
silence takes over the two of you once again, so both of you settle with listening to the ambience of the nature at night. the way the water of the pond is being almost completely silently pushed by the light wind, or the way birds that still haven’t gone to sleep fly above your heads, or maybe even sing away gently to the night.
while suna is busy thinking about your answer and looking up at the bright shining stars that are splattered all over the dark, almost pitch black sky, you can’t help but wish for him to pull you closer, to rub your back and arms in comforting manner, to whisper in your ear everything you need to hear to collect yourself - to make you feel what you strive for so much, but he cannot.
suna is not that type of a person, you know that by now very well, and that’s maybe the reason the two of you are laying in the damp grass as two shattered souls instead of one that got mended by the other. woman can only hope, right?
“what about you?”
your voice is quiet, almost at the point of breaking, while crystal-like tears slowly make their way out of the corners of your eyes, down your temples and into your hair. you either cannot be bothered to wipe them, or you don’t want to because after all, you are still trying to keep yourself together in front of the man.
do you really want to know though? you did not think enough before asking him, because you’re not sure you are ready for what he has to say. maybe he has given up and does not know how to tell you.
what you don’t see is how suna’s lips press into a thin line, and his own eyes water, making a blur out of the beautiful starry sky.
he knows he is hurting you by the way he is not giving you what you are giving him, and you know you are hurting yourself because you cannot accept that he will never love you the way you want him to.
“i would love.”
and he would. oh how bad he wishes he could be capable of love. he wants to give it all to you. he knows you are his person, and deep down, he knows he is not the closed-off, spiteful person he learned to be, and he hopes you see that too. he hopes you can feel the loving man in him that got pushed back by years of hurting and pretended toughness.
as for you, you hope suna can feel that you are willing to give him as much time as he needs, no matter how draining it is for you, because hell, you really are his person and he is yours, but you also know that the longer you wait, the longer you let him toy with you like his personal puppet, the more you lose yourself, only to become a shell of who you once used to be.
while your mind stumbles on what he said, he suddenly turns to you, the arm you are currently resting on moves to bring your own head closer to his, fingers tangling in your hair. suna finally looks into your eyes, after all this time you’ve been by each other’s side, and he regrets that almost immediately. no matter the fact whether he believes he does not feel what you want him to or not, he still cares for you, and he is too selfish to admit that a different man would give you even more than he ever will, sooner and better.
“i can be the man you deserve.”
you hate to see the man you love cry. you can only imagine how suffocating it can be for him to be constantly reminded of how loveless he is, whether by himself or the people surrounding him. if you could take away all his pain, you would. maybe then he would let the repressed feeling bloom.
a simple nod followed by your hand moving onto his cheek, stroking it very carefully, the way you know he likes it when he feels down, is all you offer him at the moment. you know exactly how to bring suna back to his feet from his knees, while all he knows is how to push you even lower, though it is definitely not what he means or wants to do.
but you don’t mind.
“give me another year, my dear. i promise you after that, i will give it to you.”
he is not asking you, he knows you will wait again. you have for a couple of years already, so why not one more? he feels it in his bones that this will be the year, and so do you.
who cares it feels like this every year?
another 365 days will pass and the two of you will reunite once again, laying under the very same tree, in the very same grass, staring at the very same stars, savoring the warmth of the very same body.
all you have to do is give him those 365 days because this time, he might learn what he does not know, only to teach you what you want to know.
one would say you two are bad for each other, only draining the other’s energy and sanity, but at the end of the day, who would be a better match for a man who cannot love other than a woman who does not think she can accept not being able to be loved by him? and who would be a better match for a woman who loves too much other than a man who only knows what it feels like to be loved?
“i know, rin.”
voodoo doll ft suna rintarou
pairings: suna rintarou x f!reader (she/her pronouns used, afab!reader)
warnings: 18+, minors DNI!; unprotected sex, praise (?? of sorts lmao), bathroom quickie!!, lmk if there’s anything i missed!
word count: 1.1k
author’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNARIN AKA LOML <3 part 4 of my 100 followers event, 5SOH! i hope you enjoy and likes and reblogs are always appreciated!
tagging: @christeningsakusa @sunat2508 @petalsrdead @crystal-lilac @devilgirlcrybabiey
The relationship didn’t end badly, per say. It was just a matter of circumstantial differences— he had his budding volleyball career to worry about and you were a struggling recent college graduate. Between juggling your consecutive job interviews that left you with barely enough time to reply to his texts and his intense practices that made him knock out the second he returned to his apartment, it felt like you two were growing in two different directions, completely independent of one another. And so, like any mature adult would, you both saw the inevitable end of your relationship that was looming in the distance and decided to call it quits before your communication issues spiraled out of control and blew up in your faces.
And although the breakup was amicable and mutual, although there are no hard feelings or grudges held, you can’t help but wish that Suna Rintarou never cums during sex ever again.
You know that you should be a good ex-girlfriend and wish him the best, to hope that he'll heal and move on and maybe find someone in the future who loves him as much as you do did, someone whose fate aligns better with his hectic schedule and fast-paced lifestyle. You know you should be mature about this, that heartbreaks are a natural phenomenon in life, and that being petty will achieve absolutely nothing, especially since it’s been a few months since you last saw your ex-boyfriend. But honestly, fuck that.
This petty mindset (plus a few shots of tequila) is what motivates you to grab Suna by the wrist and drag him to the bathroom of an overcrowded house party. You sit on top of the bathroom counter, and his palms rest on both sides of your hips, arms caging you in as he speaks to you in a low and dangerous voice.
“I don’t know what kinda spell you put on me or what you’ve done to my voodoo doll, but you need to cut that shit out,” he growls, warm breath tickling the sensitive spot on your neck as he presses a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down your skin.
You giggle at his impatience. “Aww I missed you too, Rinnie,” you coo as you weave your fingers through his raven locks.
“Shut up,” he spits out. “You don’t know how hard this breakup has been on me. How hard it’s been to fuck someone that isn’t you.” His nimble fingers slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders, freeing your tits to the cool, air-conditioned air in the process. He tweaks and tugs at the hardening buds, making your face keel into his chest.
“Having a hard time cumming without me, Rin?” you tease. “Is that why you’re so eager right now?” His head dips down to your tits, lips encircling your nipples and flicking the sensitive skin back and forth with his tongue.
He pulls away with a pop, a trail of saliva connecting his mouth to your chest. “Try not being able to cum at all. What did you do to me, you fucking minx?”
A twisted grin erupts on your pretty face as you hook your fingers through the belt hoops of his pants. With a harsh tug, Suna’s body is pulled flush against yours, the heat from his semi-intoxicated body radiating onto yours. You press a kiss on his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips, before whispering sweetly, “Want me to help you, Rinnie? Want me to make you cum?”
And without hesitation nor inhibition, a breathy ‘yes’ slips past his lips.
You shuffle on the countertop and bunch the tight material of your skirt up around your waist, the cold marble against your bare thighs sending chills up and down your spine. Suna quickly fumbles with his button and zipper, lowering the waistband of his pants and boxers down to his mid thigh. He wastes no time shoving the thin lace of your skirt to the side and running lithe fingertips up and down your folds to collect your wetness.
“We’ve barely done anything and you’re already dripping,” he chuckles and he takes slick-coated fingers and wraps them around his cock, pumping his red tip before lining it up with your dripping hole.
“What do you expect? I’ve been staring at you all night— shit!”
Suna bottoms out in one swift thrust, immediately fucking you at an abusing pace. His veiny cock rubs and massages against your walls deliciously, a symphony of needy whines and whimpers echoes off the tan walls of the cramped bathroom. Nails digging into the flesh of your hips and leaving little crescent moon shapes, Rin sputters out a confession.
“God, I’ve missed this pussy so much,” his voice is choked and tense, almost like he’s hanging onto a cord that’s about to snap, which he probably is by the way his thrusts lose their steady rhythm and his hips begin to stutter. “I’ve missed you so much. Let’s get back together, yea? So I can fuck you whenever and however you want? You’d like that, huh babe?”
“Nngh– yes Rin!” You squeal when his fingers snake their way down your body and roll your puffy clit between his digits. “I’d like that so fucking much!”
“I’m so close— shit! I’m cumming!” He babbles as his pelvis slams into yours one last time, spilling his seed deep into your cunt. You follow soon after, riding out the wave of pleasure that courses through every limb of your body as Suna continues to toy with your oversensitive clit.
After a few seconds of catching his breath, he pulls out of you and immediately begins to wipe away his cum that’s slowly dripping out of your pussy with a wad of toilet paper. You both fix yourselves up to the best of your abilities, even though it’s clear from his swollen lips and your shaking thighs that something sinful occurred in the bathroom. His voice stops you before you open the door.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at 7.”
You turn around and face him; his eyes are still hazy and his skin still flushed, but you can’t tell if it’s from exhaustion or nervousness. “Huh?”
“We’re recreating our first date,” he shrugs and hints of a smile start to form on his pretty features. He turns the door handle and motions for you to step out, but before you exit the doorway, his large palms wrap around your waist and he nestles his face into the crook of your neck, whispering, “Plus I need to make it up to you for not lasting very long tonight.”
MISS MATCHMAKER (suna rintarou)
DAY 4 OF MY VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL!!
masterlist for v-day series [ here ]
warning: x fem!reader, best friends-to-lovers, mentions food, mutual pining(?), oblivious!reader, fluff to angst to fluff…i guess.
happy (extremely) late valentine’s day? help it’s 3 am and i only had the motivation to finish this.
14th of february
known as inarizaki’s infamous matchmaker, you’ve been dying for this day to come. with a talent as splendid as yours, you’ve preached the valentine’s day bible to all those around you, spreading love and joy in the air.
you happily skipped out your front door, making your way to school. your eyes drifted to the beautiful cherry blossom trees, their iridescent leaves cascading to the ground.
in your daze, you spotted a familiar face. you waved your hand, “suna!”
hearing the loud call of his name, he removed one of his headphone buds and turned around, his face softening at the sight of you running towards him.
“hello, miss matchmaker.” he greeted.
you rolled your eyes, affectionately. “hello to you, too, valentine’s day grinch.”
he smiled at the nickname. you and suna had been best friends since middle school. even when he got scouted and transferred to inarizaki, you two stayed in touch. at the end of your first year in high school, however, your family moved to hyōgo for business, so you ended up begging to study at his school.
you used to have a crush on suna, actually. but, in fear of ruining the strong bond you both shared, you never acted upon your feelings. in time, you got over it. what mattered to you was that you had suna by your side, and if you were lucky enough to have him as a friend, then that was infinitely better than not having him at all.
he poked his tongue out playfully, “are you afraid i might corrupt the pep in your step?”
you shook your head, “never.”
he hummed, kicking a stray pebble, “busy schedule?”
“just like every year,” you sang.
he sighed, “why’d i have to be friends with a real-life cupid?”
you nudged him, “don’t be so dramatic, you‘ll still see me.”
you walked through the school door and started taking off your shoes to wear the school-assigned footwear.
he clicked his teeth, “my head is gonna screw out of my neck from watching you run around all day.”
you laughed, “the devil works hard—“
“—but you work harder, i know.” he finished your sentence, sighing.
“catch you around,” you raised your fist.
“yeah, yeah.” he said, bumping his fist with yours.
14th of february
“excuse me, excuse me, coming through!” you exclaimed, carrying a huge cardboard box.
you set it down on the table, letting out a labored breath. you turned to your classmates, “listen here! any cards, flowers or paperback presents that are addressed to lockers 79-129 go into this box! I’ll be back for chocolates and parcels later!”
a flood of students surged to the front of the class, dropping in their gifts and cards.￼ you left the rowdy crowd, walking over to suna, who sat with his palm under his chin.
“nothing for me to deliver?” you asked, leaning against his desk.
he shook his head. you looked down and noticed his change of shoes. “you changed back into your converse?”
he leaned back into his seat, “classes are over for the day, and the valentine’s day fair will be held till noon, so who cares?” he shrugged.
you inspected his shoes and noticed something. “are those— are those the limited edition valentine’s day high tops?”
he glanced at his shoes, “i suppose they are.”
you scoffed in disbelief, “no way. suna rintarou, the valentine’s day grinch, bought the v-day converse with embroidered red hearts?”
he couldn’t hide his nonchalance any longer. he huffed, “okay fine, maybe i did buy them. my hate for valentine’s day has nothing to do with my love for tasteful shoes.”
you laughed, wanting to rile him up some more, but you noticed the large pile left in the box.
“i’ll be back to drop off your fanmail,” you teased. suna rolled his eyes and put his headphones back in his ears.
14th of february
he looked up and saw you striding into class with another box of cards and goods.
“i got your valentines,” you said, dropping the box on his desk.
“you could’ve just thrown them out, you know?” he replied.
you frowned, “awh, what? you could’ve at least told me that before i collected your stuff.” you groaned, picking the box up again and heading out.
“wait, let me help since it’s my fault.” he got up and took the box from your hands.
you walked through the halls together, occasionally stopping and running another errand, handing over more valentines or distributing them. suna grew tired the more it went on. he had to give kudos to you for handling it all like a champ.
you checked your watch, “10:30. delivering services are now closed.”
“finally,” suna muttered, his arms aching from his heavy duty work.
“next is proposals and confessions!” you clapped your hands, giddily. “those are my favorite.”
“do you even get paid?” he asked.
“why would i get paid?”
he froze in his tracks. you stared at him, confused. he deadpanned, “you’re doing this for free?”
“yeah? why would i charge people?”
“maybe because you’re trampling around school for hours, sending things, collecting things, helping students, setting up dates and so much more??”
you waved your arm, dismissively. “i enjoy what i do. there’s no price on happiness.”
his eye twitched, “…YES THERE IS!”
you sighed, reaching over to take the box from him. “whatever, suna. you’re such a buzzkill. you clearly have no place to talk since you’re all “i hate love blah blah blah”. but believe it or not, some of us feel a flutter in our hearts at these things, so don’t invalidate how we feel just because you’re incapable of feeling the same way.”
you stopped and turned to him, only to realize he had been staring at you this whole time. the pair of you remained quiet, not exchanging a word.
“is that what you really think?” he asked.
you felt yourself grow smaller under his stoic gaze. you gulped, “yeah, it is.”
he glanced at you from head to toe, before walking away with his hands in his pockets. you blinked, surprised by what happened.
by the time you were able to process it, he had already turned the corner and left your line of vision. you exhaled, scolding yourself for saying such nasty things about suna.
“i’m such a bad friend…” you mumbled, with a sigh. you pushed the thought away, resuming on your way to the school garbage bins to dispose of suna’s archive of cards and gifts.
as you hauled the contents of the box into the bin, your eyes couldn’t help but pick up on some of the words his cards had. all of them praised him for how amazing he was, how much of a good person he was even if he appeared cold at times, and how handsome and alluring he was.
you couldn’t help but agree.
14th of february
“thanks for helping out, y/n!”
you smiled at the students from class 2-3, “it’s no problem, always happy to help!”
one of them laughed, “typical y/n, i pity the souls that chase after you.
you giggled. a student walked up to you, “could you sell these last few tickets we have for the kissing booth?”
you nodded, taking the clipboard and thin bundle of tickets. you roamed around the bustling halls, signing up students who were interested. when you had just one ticket left, you craned your neck through the crowd, trying to spot a possible prospect.
your eyes landed on a familiar face.
the grey-haired boy turned away from the onigiri stand, “y/n, what’s up?”
“want a ticket to class 2-3’s kissing booth?” you waved the golden piece of paper in front of him.
he shrugged, taking a bite from his heart-shaped onigiri, “sure.”
you wrote his name down and handed him the ticket, receiving the 250¥ with a short “thank you~”
“by the way…” you started, trying to gulp down your nerves to appear lax, “have you seen suna?”
he hummed in thought, “he left school earlier, somethin’ about going to the mall.”
osamu noticed your dejected reaction, “‘asked him to get me fries, wanna split ‘em with me?”
you laughed, “thanks, ‘samu.”
he gave you a small smile before walking back to kita and his brother. you sighed, turning on your heels.
did he really leave to blow off some steam? you thought. maybe he needed to get his mind off things…
you pulled your phone out your pocket and went to text him when you saw he posted on his story. he was at the mall, just as osamu said. but there was a girl you’ve never seen before by his side.
you blinked, staring at the stranger. you felt a sting in your heart, an unfamiliar emotion coursing ￼through your body. who was she?
the story ended as you were caught in your thoughts, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. immediately going to his chat, you were about to type something when you stopped yourself.
you were terrible to him earlier, what do you even have to say?
you shut your phone off and closed your eyes. for the first time, you felt like you were losing suna. and you didn’t like it. more importantly, you felt something just now…something strong, something you once felt, years ago.
14th of february
you slumped into your seat, laying your head on the desk. you were incredibly exhausted from the long, busy day. the school day was coming to an end and students were slowly leaving. only those who had to give out late cards and confessions stuck behind.
the last of your classmates bid goodbye and you waved back with a groan. alone in the empty classroom, you were tempted to text suna. you two always walked home together, but you doubted that would happen now.
you yelped and jumped back from the sound of something being slammed onto your desk.
“‘need you to deliver something.”
too shaken up to register the voice, you rubbed your eyes and said “delivery services ended hours ag—“
your mouth dried up once you saw him. he looked as indifferent as ever; his hands tucked into his pockets, his backpack lazily slung over his shoulder. and that handsome face of his.
“i need to cash in one of those ‘friendly’ favors.” he said.
you smiled, “of course.”
of course, this was you and suna. you two were a tightly knit pair. a sense of mutual understanding you two shared, to the point where apologies were often silent. arguments with suna are resolved without a word, maybe a “wanna order food?” or “there’s this song you should listen to” would be exchanged as a disguised peace offering.
you stretched and pulled out a sticky note, “locker number?”
“7-1–wait…suna, that’s my locker.”
“…did you mix up lockers or?”
he clicked his teeth with an exasperated sigh, “you’re such a dumbass.”
you tilted your head in confusion. he pushed the box closer to you, “it’s for you, dummy.”
“oh…” you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. you gingerly unwrapped the gift as suna watched, patiently.
he smirked. you gaped, “you got me the valentine’s day high tops?”
he nodded, “now we can match.”
“i thought you hated valentine’s day…”
he rolled his eyes, and lowly muttered, “i only hate valentine’s day because it takes my favorite person away from me every year.”
he sighed, stepping closer to you. he leaned down till he reached your face and flicked your forehead.
“i love you, idiot.”
now, you were truly left speechless. a million questions running through your head, yet not a single thought being processed.
he tapped your nose, “yes, i do. why else would i bother aya-san all day?”
“she works at the converse store. she’s become a friend from the amount of times i’ve been there. i spent the whole day inside, looking for what pair to get you.”
￼ah, i see now…
“i hate valentine’s day because the person i love is too busy helping other people love each other. while i sit back and watch you help a couple confess, i curse myself for never doing it. but what you said today really got me thinking. ‘made me realize i’ve started to give you the impression that i didn’t care for love when all i ever loved was right in front of me.”
the confession hung inside the walls of the silent classroom. it wasn’t very often that suna showed his vulnerability, and you spend everyday thanking the heavens for being lucky enough to see this side of him.
you cupped his cheek, “i love you, too, dummy.”
he smiled, “that little middle school crush of yours resurfaced?”
you harshly pulled away, “you knew?!”
he chuckled, “of course i knew. you’re very bad at hiding your feelings, y/n.”
you scowled. he leaned in and pecked your cheek.
“but i still love you anyway, even if you’re a matchmaker that’s bad at her own job.”
I’M SO INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR NEVER POSTING THIS AHHH. i didn’t really like it and i still don’t but i knew i couldn’t leave some of you with an empty plate. i tried my best and i hope it’s good!!
— feelings are for shitheads : Suna x Reader - 
Synopsis: Of course you would be the one unfortunate enough to end up falling for someone you already friend zoned.
Word count: 3.2k
Genre: fluff, college au, slowburn
Pairings: College!auSuna x Reader
Another fic based off of my own life :) Barely any Suna in this part tbh. Side note, Suna actually isn’t from Hyogo- he’s from Aichi! He was scouted by Inarazaki which is in Hyogo. I mention this in here so just a disclaimer.
Perhaps if you had broken up with your long distance boyfriend earlier you wouldn’t be this distracted the day before your last final of the semester. Your math textbook sat on the floor among the storm of scratch paper and worksheets, mocking you as your scrolled through your camera roll.
It shouldn’t be this hard to find good photos of you, you think to yourself. However, each photo you see of yourself alone is too old, too bright, too risqué.
And on the other side, all the ones you actually like of yourself is with your ex boyfriend.
You sighed as you scrolled back to the beginning of your camera roll- what constituted for a good Tinder profile picture anyway?
It had been almost a year since you had been single. Turning 18 during your relationship meant that you had never even thought about making a Tinder account- much less touch the damn app.
Yet here you were, sitting on the floor of your dorm bedroom, making an account to prove to your friends (and yourself) that you were totally over your ex boyfriend from back home.
Deciding to stop nitpicking, you chose your photos and included a video of your cat. Afterall, you and your cat were a package deal, even if you couldn’t bring him to university with you.
This wouldn’t lead to anything serious anyway, you decided. Since you were leaving Kobe University which was all the way in Hyogo to go back to Tokyo for the break anyway.
Within minutes of setting your profile up, you noticed at the bottom of the screen it said that 56 people had swiped right on you already. And despite not looking for anything serious, you felt your ego boosted immediately.
Your gaze shifted from your phone screen to the copious amount of work littering your floor. Since your exam was tomorrow, you knew that it was a good idea to resume studying.
With such a shiny new toy in your hands, you couldn’t resist swiping.
‘Just 5 minutes,’ you promised yourself. 5 more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
However, 10 minutes and 20 matches later, your worksheets were forgotten as you were too busy texting back the random guys on the app.
Cramming for an exam wasn’t good for you anyway.
You smiled victoriously to yourself- this would prove to your friends that you were over your ex for good now.
You were better than being hung up over a guy in the year below you. It was silly for you to think long distance would work out. Sillier to think that your boyfriend would wait for you- that he was okay with only seeing you on breaks.
You were the one who left to go to school all the way in Hyogo, after all, leaving him in Tokyo.
However, nearing the end of your first semester of your first year, you couldn’t say you regretted the decision.
Your friends had nothing to worry about. The lingering texts between the two of you meant nothing- the huge question mark on your ended relationship meant nothing. They didn’t have to worry about you going to see him over this break.
You were over him. The flame app on your phone was enough proof of that. The 20 guys in your dms was proof of that.
As the clock hit 2:18 AM you felt your eyelids grow heavy. Your grip on your phone slackened, but not before you could swipe right on the last match of the night: Suna Rintaro.
Across campus in his own dorm, Suna’s fingers twitched as he stared at his latest tinder match, debating on whether to make the first move or not. He had been swiping on Tinder that night because he was unbearably horny.
It wasn’t like he couldn’t hit up any of his matches he already had. However, after talking to all of them, it was apparent that they all wanted something from him that he couldn’t give.
After a few conversations with them, he would get bored. And if he did make plans to meet up with them, he would conveniently forget and not show up anyway.
Ami had demanded for an apology after he pulled that stunt just a few weeks ago, and he couldn’t even bother to reply.
He knew it was a dick move, but he was currently thinking with his dick.
However, if he put “just casual sex” in his bio, he would get no matches. So he opted for putting “Clever bio” out of laziness.
The interesting ones would hit him up anyway.
His eyes flickered up to the little clock in the corner of his phone screen reading 2:20 AM.
He yawned, deciding not to hit anyone up for the night. It was too late now, and he was tired anyway. Not to mention, he would be leaving Hyogo to go home to Aichi soon for break anyway.
Y/n L/n he read your name, ‘she’s fucking hot.’
You slightly regretted your decision to procrastinate the next day as you practically chained yourself to a desk in the library before your math exam. You were studying with a classmate in the same major.
“Ya’ got this question wrong,” Osamu pointed out to you, underlining the problem in red.
You sighed, feeling slightly embarrassed at how terribly you were doing in front of a classmate you barely even knew.
You erased your answer and scanned over the problem again, reworking it on a separate sheet of paper.
“Why don’t you become a math major instead of a business administration major?” you quipped at him jokingly.
The black haired man snorted, “Nah, I’m gonna open ma’ own business. Why the hell would I want ta’ write random numbers all day?”
“I hate math,” you mumbled, showing him your reworked answer, “This right?”
“Mmm,” he hummed, “Alright, that was the last question. We’re good ta’ go.”
You groaned, rubbing your temples, “Man, I’m so fucked.” Your anxiety faded as quickly as it came, “Whatever. I only need a 60 to get a B in the class.”
“Nice,” Osamu nodded, “ya’ got this.”
You flashed him a wry smile, knocking on the wooden desks lightly, “Don’t jinx it- but thanks. We should have studied together earlier.”
“We can if we have ta’ retake the class,” Osamu snorted, “but I would rather not. No offense ta’ you.”
You waved your hand lazily, “None taken. Good luck.”
You packed up your things, bidding good bye to the man. Sending a quick text to your friend to confirm your lunch plans, you almost walked straight into the door if not for someone opening it to enter right as you left.
However, you were clueless to the action and continued to make your way to the cafeteria.
As you trekked across campus, you opened Tinder. However, you were unprepared for the huge flux of dms and number of matches you had gotten while your phone was off.
You scrolled through the matches, internally cringing as you see some of the people you had swiped right on in your sleepy haze.
Note to self: don’t use tinder late at night.
However, your thumbs stopped moving as your eyes caught onto a certain guy you couldn’t quite remember matching with. However, you couldn’t say you regretted the match either.
Suna Rintaro, You read his name to yourself.
And while you admitted the man was attractive with his foxy eyes and perfected, barely there smile- he gave you almost nothing to work with. A picture of a white dog didn’t tell you much and his bio consisted of only “clever bio.”
Biting your lip, you swiped up to message him.
After 5 minutes of thinking, you could only think of “clever introduction,” before hitting send.
It wasn’t your best, but if it didn’t work out, you would pin the blame on the male’s boring profile instead.
You grabbed some lunch before finding a vacant table to wait for your friend. You felt slightly nostalgic as you looked around. It was here that your friend and you had first met- with her accidentally spilling some water on you.
Your eyes found their way back to your screen, a single notification telling you that Suna Rintaro had messaged you back.
Clever, the text read, Want me to put that through plagiarism checker?
You laughed a bit to yourself, quickly typing out a response, what else is a girl supposed to work with?
In mere moments, another text popped up from the male. How about you start with introducing yourself for real?
You can read my profile you quipped back jkjk. Y/n L/n, first year. You?
Suna Rintaro. First year. Where u from?
“Sorry I’m late Y/n!”
The sound of your friends voice caused you to close out of the app, deciding to focus on her instead of the pixels behind the screen. The girl was huffing as if she had run across campus.
“You look like you ran a marathon, Heiran,” you mused, scooting your things on the table over so the girl could put her food down.
“Running across campus might’as well be one,” said girl muttered, plopping down in the seat across from you. “Who were ya texting that’s gotcha smilin’ like that?”
You rolled your eyes, chewing on some beef, “Not who you think, that’s for sure.”
“Good, and I don’t want ta’ hear that ya’ met up with him over the break either,” she stared you down seriously as she stabbed a piece of broccoli on her plate.
You rolled your eyes. holding up 3 fingers together, “Scouts honor. Besides, I’m over him.”
“Suuuure,” Heiran eyes you warily, “This is the first break you’ll be home since ya’ broke up with him.”
“And? Heiran, it’s all good, I swear. I even downloaded Tinder yesterday and have chatted up at least 24 different guys,” You showered her the app on your home screen as proof.
Seeing the little flame, your friend’s eyes lit up, “Oooooh! Lemme see yer’ profile!”
You tapped on the app, letting her looking at your profile but snatching it back before she could snoop through your messages.
“Yer’ hot,” Yuki said, wiggling her eyebrows, “Anyone notable?”
You shrugged, powering your phone off, “Not really. I’m not really looking for anything serious- it’s just fun to flirt around. I’m leaving for home tomorrow morning anyway.”
At the mention of going home, Heiran’s eyes shined again and the conversation steered in a different direction.
Having too much fun catching up with your friend, Suna’s message remained forgotten in your pocket, leaving him wondering if you had already gotten bored (or warned) as he hung out with the Miya’s on the other side of campus.
It wasn’t until your second day back at home that you had remembered that you had the dating app downloaded.
“Y/n, you dog you downloaded Tinder???”
Kuroo had been looking through your phone as you played Smash Bros against Kenma on the couch. How the tall male knew your password was unknown to you but you barely had time to dwell on the thought before you lunged towards Kuroo to get your phone back.
“Y/n!” Kenma yelled at you, “get back here!”
You gritted your teeth, snatching your phone back, “He’s snooping through my phone!”
“Ok? What dirty e-sex are you having that you’re so embarrassed about?” Kuroo teased you, picking up the controller you had abandoned.
You rolled your eyes, shoving the male’s shoulder, “I’m not having e-sex!” you quipped back, “Besides, I forgot I had even downloaded it. My math final kicked my ass.”
You checked your phone for any signs of tampering, but when you found nothing, you opened Tinder. Seeing the opened but unanswered message from Suna made you blanch.
You had accidentally left this man on read for 3 days.
Tokyo, how about you?
Sorry for the late text, my math final kicked my ass.
You doubted you would get a response. After all, you were on break and nobody in their right mind would start something would start something with someone currently in a different prefecture.
However, just one game of smash later, you had gotten a response.
And here I thought you had gotten bored after 3 minutes.
Who uses a dating app during vacation?
In all honesty, Suna had debated on whether he would respond or not. After all, he wasn't really looking for an emotional connection.
But, at the same time, he wouldn't mind waiting until getting back to campus to fuck. You were just that fine.
He wouldn't mind indulging you a little, he supposed.
What are you up to?
Suna's dog, Moose, whined from next to him as he took a break from petting the dog.
Playing with Moose
His hand found its way back to Moose's head, scratching right below the ears where he knew his pet loved. The heat from the kotatsu made him blink drowsily.
You have a moose?
Oh wait no.
That's the name of the dog in ur profile right?
You wanted to smack yourself at your first message- who just had a moose?
And why did tinder not have a unsend option?
Suna chuckled as he read your messages.
Yea my dog's name is moose.
Sorry I don't have a real one laying around.
I see you got a cat.
At the mention of your baby, your face brightened, eager to gush about him to a random- albeit handsome- stranger.
Yea! Her name is Mayo.
Suna's eyebrows rose at the name. He thought Moose had a strange name, but Mayo was up there within the list of interesting pet names.
Moose and Mayo.
What are you up to?
Your fingers flew across your screen as you responded.
Waiting for my turn for Smash.
Unbeknownst to you, Kuroo and Kenma's match had ended a little while ago, and they were choosing to watch you instead of the screen.
The two friends shared knowing looks at the little grin on your face.
Despite his earlier teasing, Kuroo was glad you had downloaded Tinder and seemed happier. Despite you claiming you had been over your ex, he knew better.
This ex was your first ex and you had been madly in love. He knew the two of you still texted, dancing along the lines of friendship and dating.
With you living on the other side of him, Kuroo could see you late at night playing video games with your ex online since you always forgot to close your curtains.
Kenma was also intrigued at your reaction. It had been very long since he saw you smiling down at your phone in such a way.
Before the break up, more often than not, there was a slight frown on your face while you were on your phone when you visited home. Your ex leaving yet another message of yours unread or open.
It was always 'do you think he wants to break up?' 'why won't he answer?' 'who's this girl?'
And while he would never think your worries were annoying, he was glad to see you slowly moving on.
"Alright little Miss Y/n," Kuroo startled you out of your little world, "I lost. You gonna avenge me or what?"
"Give me a sec," you told the boy, not wanting to leave Suna on read out of nowhere again.
Alright, it's my turn to get wiped in Smash Bros
Not even a few seconds later came Suna's reply.
You pocketed your phone, giving Kuroo the stink eye as you did so.
The rooster head laughed in surrender, handing you the controller.
"Don't be embarassed," he jabbed, "what type of e-sex are you having?"
"Fuck off!" You chucked a pillow at his head, which he caught easily.
"The universe really doesn't want you to win a round," Kenma snorted as he stood up to get the door.
You rolled your eyes, wiggling on the cushion, "Sorry I don't play video games all day. You expecting more company?"
"Nah, it's probably my mom," Kenma replied, turning the knob.
At the loud chorus of yells, you turned around to look at the door. Your eyes met beady green ones and in a split second, you had shot up from your seat on the couch to go and hug the boy.
“Lev!” you exclaimed, squeezing the tall boy as tight as possible, “I missed you!”
Despite being surprised to find you there, he hugged you back, just as excited, “Ah! Senpai, you’re at Kenma’s house! I missed you too!”
The Russian lifted you off the ground for a few moments before setting you back down and freeing you from the hug.
Kuroo had also walked over, choosing to give the younger boy a hug, strongly clasping his shoulders.
“I heard you became captain,” he greeted Lev.
Hearing his title, Lev sheepishly smiled, “Was I that annoying as a first year too?”
“Hey!” Indignant cried came from behind Lev’s back, making you lean over to see past him.
Kenma sighed as he saw the entirety of Nekoma High’s new volleyball team outside his door, “Lev...” he said warningly.
“Sorry! Sorry!” Lev clasped his hands together, looking guilty, “We let it slip that the Kuroo and Kenma were in town for their winter vacations and the volleyball team wanted to meet you.”
“We?” you questioned the male.
“Ack! Sorry for falling behind- the fried chicken smelled really good so I had to buy some!”
From the familiar voice, your body froze, completely missing the apologetic glance that Lev had sent you. He hadn’t known you would be hanging out with Kuroo and Kenma. If he had, he wouldn’t have brought the volleyball team with him, and in turn, his co captain-
“Inuoka?” you breathed out, barely audible.
Your ex, not expecting to see you, also froze, smile dropping from his face for a split second. The two of you stood their, staring at each other for the longest time.
Your heart beat loudly in your chest as you cursed out your younger friend for practically dragging you into the lion’s den. Despite all your insisting that Inuoka had no effect on you, seeing your ex in person again after months had your entire body reacting.
Curse his stupid, cute smile.
“Hey,” he grinned sheepishly at you, “It’s been a while.”
Not wanting to cause a scene in front of Nekoma’s new first and second years, you mustered up a smile yourself.
As if reading your mind, Inuoka clasped a hand around your elbow, “Let’s catch up,” he said, pulling you towards your house, “privately,” he added under his breath for only you to hear.
You could only mutely nod, trying to give Kuroo, Kenma, and Lev your best it’s okay smile despite feeling like you were on fire. The place where Inuoka touched you felt like it was burning and you prepared yourself for what was coming next.
Whatever that was.
i. a lifetime ago
includes: suna rintaro x f!reader
genre: vampire au, reincarnation au, drama
about: to many, immortality may be a blessing but for suna rintaro, it is a curse like no other. he can watch the world burn, knowing that the love he was felt is not eternal, or is it?
cw: death, mentions of illness, fire, unrequited love (not towards suna/reader), arranged marriage, angst
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Suna Rintaro once believed that he was incapable of love. He’d been alive long enough to know that he lacked the warmth and endearment humans so easily showed. So many years had passed since he had been one, that he had completely forgotten what it was like to feel affection. He would nonetheless, watch them in his alienated tower, they’d laugh and drink and waste the few years of life they had to live. He often thought that they were foolish for devoting themselves to finding their over halves. That was, until a dying girl was at his front steps.
For the centuries he’d lived alone in the castle, he hardly had visitors as the horrid tales of what vile creature would be residing there put so much fear into the heart’s of the villagers that they stayed away. Not only that, but the tall towers, spiked metal gates and daring statues of both fallen angels and gargoyles were surely enough to drive away trespassers. Meaning, when there was a large pounding at the door and he caught sight of a young man carrying a young woman in his clutches, his curiosity was raised.
It was then that he learned who you were; a local villager who’d caught an unknown illness and was in urgent need of medicine. The man that brought you in was your fianceé, wearily explaining the rumors of the castle: it was believed a magic man lived there, granting certain powers to those who were worthy.
Rintaro was appalled by such a thing, but as he watched the way your fianceé regarded you, caressing your sickly, sunken face, he felt pity on the mortal, so infatuated he failed to understand that death was only a part of human life. You would die eventually, and so would he.
“Fine,” he sighed, watching your fianceé’s eyes widened, “I’ll cure her, but you must leave at once.” The other man thanked him, rushing out without a second thought.
The vampire stared down at your practically lifeless body, wondering to himself if he would actually help the human. He brought your limp body near a warm fire, drawing a blanket over your body. Rintaro sat in a nearby chair, reading a book from his personal library, waiting for you to perhaps wake up, or even to simply die.
Not much time passed after, and he heard you cough up a storm, weakly trying to sit up. “Where am I?” You asked disoriented, staring back at Rintaro so that his lingering gaze could truly see you.
With your eyes open, you were different. You were beautiful, it was undeniable to him. He basked in the sight of you, feeling himself inch closer. He slowly explained what he was going to do, that you were brought by your fianceé to look for a cure.
What surprised him was the way your face soured, laying back down and staring mindlessly at the ceiling. You calmly said to him: “please let me die before I have to marry him.”
“You wish to die?” He had never met a human like that before, one who was so adamant on expelling their own life. There was a saddened look on your face, evident in the way your eyebrows dipped to the center of your forehead.
“Yes, my father has planned for our marriage but I can not find it in myself to love him. A wife should love a husband, you understand, don’t you?” You reached out, grabbing Rintaro’s forearm for some form of comfort.
The minute you touched him, he felt warm, his skin was and always had been cold to the touch and he was almost at ease by the sensation. Your eyes were beginning to tear as you sniffled. Rintaro had never understood human emotion yet simply by observing you, he felt he’d unlocked all of mankind’s secrets.
“I suppose I do understand,” he stated, clearing his voice. “But surely that isn’t a reason to die– death is permanent.”
At his words, you realized he was right, you didn’t want to die, begging him to excuse your last words and to heal you. Rintaro weighed his options: would he turn you into a vampire? How would he explain that to you without having you run away and bring an angry mob of torches and pitchforks? Surely, he had other methods of soothing your illness but none that would cure you in comparison to a transformation.
“Eat this,” he ordered you everyday, handing you a special plant that would help you regain your strength. Just like that, you began to spend time together, keeping him company through the day, not questioning why his castle was so dark, or why the man never stepped foot outside during the day.
Suna Rintaro found you amusing in many ways. How you’d fall asleep so easily, and so regularly, even once tipping your head against his shoulder. Your cheeks would heat up at the smallest compliment and you’d begin to stumble over your words. He’d talk to you gently, and listen to you speak. He was intrigued on how long humans could go on rambling, but he didn’t have it in his cold heart to stop you. Everyday for a week you would venture the property, collecting flowers to put in his private library. You brightened the space he was in, and it was something he never knew he needed.
“The flowers would look better… elsewhere.” He wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings as he watched you pout, but he quickly demonstrated what he meant. Taking a single flower from the vase of water, he placed it behind your ear, carefully moving your hair aside to tuck it in. “Beautiful,” he said without a second thought, not missing the way you covered your face while looking away.
Those events were only the beginning of your love tale. Every day would be spent like that until, on the night marking your two month stay in Rintaro’s care, he finally kissed you. Rintaro could taste the honey in your mouth, holding your cheek as you wrapped your arms around him.
This, he thought, this is what humans want, they want to feel like this. He couldn’t find it in himself to let go of you, becoming addicted to your touch almost instantly. He imagined the warmth from your body to be second to only the sun.
“I believe I’ve fallen unconditionally in love with you,” you whispered softly into his ear, “I’ll leave my entire life behind if I could spend the rest of my aching days with you.”
Suna cupped his hands over yours, pressing your foreheads together, he didn’t know what to say, surely love had to be conditional; what would you do when you learned who he was, or what he’d done? He’d seen many things over his long, eternal life, and surely they were more gruesome and disturbing than you could ever imagine.
“I am not a perfect man,” he explained in a low voice. Laughing dryly he continued, “in fact, I’m hardly a man at all. Before you came, I hardly knew what love was.” It seemed hard for him to say, like he was questioning himself. Was what he was feeling really love? Staring into your sparkling eyes, he now knew your features like the back of his man and could map them out blindfolded. With each day that passed he found himself trying to become closer and closer to you, craving you like a starved wolf searching for food.
Carefully, as he continued to hold you near, he admitted what he was. He showed off his sharp teeth, and the dark glow to his eyes. He let you realize why his hands were so frigid and pulled the side of your head against his chest, hearing the sound of an empty chest with no working heart. He was the darkness small children feared, and the reason nuns held their rosaries so tightly. Yet, being near him was not horrifying, nor did you want to leave.
He had been tender with his touches and sincere with his words. There was no doubt that you had fallen in love with him and despite his attempt at pushing you away.
“It doesn’t change how I feel so please, tell me you love me, too. If you do not wish to return those emotions, I’ll leave, and I promise to keep your secret,” you replied softly. You wanted to kiss him again but there wasn’t time for that, nor was there time to hear him say those fateful four words. A booming sound rang through the practically empty castle, the sounds of loud calls filled your ears, staring up at Rintaro.
“Stay here,” he instructed, planting a lonesome kiss against your forehead, rushing towards the main entrance to see what was happening. Standing in front of the giant oak doors, he was shocked to see your fianceé standing with a torch in hand, a group of men from the village behind him.
Slowly lifting his finger he pointed towards the vampire, a disgusted look on his face as he snapped his head back to speak to the mob. “This is the monster that is holding my fianceé captive!”
Suna took a breath, watching as they grumbled, “you’re mistaken, I’ve been curing her by your orders,” he hissed. Your fianceé on the other hand, only shook his head.
“You’ve all heard the rumors of the vile thing that lives here, and behold; here he is!” His loud voice reverberated amongst the crowd, “he’s kept my future wife here against her will, and now we must do everything in our power to return her safely!”
“Liar! Your fianceé does not wish to marry you! It is not you that she loves!” Suna replied, not taking a minute to think. He hadn’t thought about what would happen if he angered the men even more than they already were, and instantly, he regretted it.
What happened next was a blur in his memory, with chaos ensuing so quickly that he could hardly retain the fine detail. What he did recall, was the way the men charged into the castle on their way to rescue you while Suna was left to fight them off, although clearly outnumbered.
He was left with your fianceé, staring him down with his unholy eyes, piercing into his soul and letting the human man see him for what he truly was. Charging forward, they had managed to end up far from the entrance, fighting each other until the sound of a breaking glass carried into Suna’s ears.
Pausing to look back, his castle, his home had erupted in flame, forced to watch as the villagers ran out, saying that they’d left you inside. Forgetting about your fianceé and his attacks, Rintaro darted back towards the fire.
And although vampires were sensitive to such strong heat, he braced himself, willing to die in order to save you. Shielding his face, he found you laying there, still as a statue and he knew he was too late.
Rintarto called out your name, with little response, he ignored the growing fire, kneeling by your side and scooping your head into his lap. It was a miracle that your eyes even opened in the slightest while you parted your lips as if to speak.
“Save yourself,” is what you said, and he shook his head vigorously.
“I’ve lived long enough, I’ll die here if I must.” For the first time since he too was human, he felt a wet teardrop whelming in his eye. He shamelessly let it roll down his cheek, watching the droplet fall onto your dying face.
Your breaths were shallow, from what he could see and it would only be a matter of time.
“You can’t leave, I’ve only just found you,” he said, as if his words alone could change the reality of the situation. He was always cold and merciless, but now he was no better than a simple human, grasping onto the idea of love as you weakly smiled at him.
“We won’t be apart long,” you stated, “I’ll find you again.” Your voice was tiny in comparison to the crackling and burning of the castle around you. Still, Rintaro was able to pick it up, leaning over and hiding his face in the crook of his neck.
“I love you,” he finally said, but you would never hear his response. Staring down, your body had slumped, although your face looked peaceful, as if you were just sleeping. Rintaro couldn’t stop himself from crying, letting out centuries of tears he thought were incapable of falling.
He held your dead figure, rocking himself as the heat increased and he had no other choice than to leave you.
Rintaro put one last kiss against your angelic lips, shutting his eyes before making a promise: “we will find each other again.”
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PRACTICE GAME, REMATCH?
ㅡa oneshot side story from my series Falling for Your Brother's Friend, Suna. this side story takes place after part 2 of the series. it is not 'required' to read the series as you can enjoy this piece as is, however, reading it gives you an idea to their bg, history, and some of their inside jokes/quirks.
pairing: Suna Rintarou x Reader
gist: from a friendly match to a serious bet. you find yourself defending half of the court with your brothers, the Miya twins, against Inarizaki's famous ace, middle blocker, and captain.
genre: fluff! | romance | a lot of bickering and teasing | suna fucking brainrot AGAIN and i do not apologize
warning: smoochies heh | not safe for suna simps | jealous suna | barely edited will do it when i'm free
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How you spend your time this afternoon is not quite different from an ordinary after-class day. Mayhaps, the only difference is that you are not required to be in the volleyball gym yet you voluntarily chose to be here. After all, could there be any other places to kill time when your brothers, Atsumu and Osamu, and boyfriend, Suna Rintaro, are obsessed with playing volleyball?
However, your presence in the court is deemed unwelcomed by two individuals who share the same obnoxious face. Osamu, in particular, has been staring at you since you arrived but you ignore him with ease as usual. On the other hand, Atsumu, the blonde idiot is like a damned fly. He shoots glares at you from across the room, scrutinizing your every move, and judging your reason for staying. Every time you swat him out of your vision, he makes sure you know he is there.
“Stop staring at Suna and wipe your drool,” Atsumu calls from the court after tossing a ball to Aran. The ball bounces on the other side of the net in perfect trajectory.
“Shut up! I wasn’t drooling!” Your cheeks burn from embarrassment as pairs of eyes shift to you. You quickly glance at the boy you’re dating only to catch him looking at you. Even though you have been dating Suna for months, he still has the same effect on you when you first realized you’re head over heels for him, but still drooling is an exaggeration.
“Ha! You didn’t even deny staring at Suna! Go home and be productive. Cook me dinner!” Atsumu demands like he owns your family's place. It’s too late to deny watching your boyfriend block spikes from Aran (because you are indeed staring at him. To be true, how can you not when he looks hot in his jersey?) so the only way to win the chaff is to throw in your expertise... insults.
“If I’m not looking at him, who else would I look at? You and your flat ass? I’d rather stare at a freaking wall it wouldn’t be much different!” Your insults work as Atsumu begins to fume.
“Welcome to my life, everyone.” A loud sigh rolls out from Osamu’s lips as he shakes his head in disappointment. The two of you continued bickering loudly as he massage his temples as if to soothe stress.
“Samu?!” You call, turning your attention to the gray-headed in hopes to gain a comrade.
“I shared with you mama’s nutrients for nine months don’t you dare betray me now. I don't have a flat ass, you gotta agree on me with this, twin!” Atsumu jots in. He always uses the twin card whenever he needs Samu to be on his side. Although it never worked, not even once.
“For fucks sake, I will not take anyone’s side!” Osamu exclaims, exasperated for the nth time since you and Atsumu learned how to bicker back and forth like a toddler fighting over a plastic toy. As you and the blonde go on with exchanging insults, Aran with an admiring smile walks up to Osamu.
“I can see that you have an interesting family. Is there anything that the two of them agree on?” Aran asks, stirring Osamu's thoughts to wonder. Sure, there are tons of things that the two of you disagree on but there is one thing that makes everyone certain that you and Atsumu share the same DNA.
“Volleyball,” Osamu replies, eyes still glued to the two of you. “Those two are freaks of volleyball, although (y/n) refuses to admit it.”
“Hm, volleyball.” A soft-toned voice catches Osamu and Aran off guard. Kita appears next to Osamu. Between his hands is a volleyball and on his face is a tender smile. He proposes, “How about a three-on-three match? The Miyas versus Inarizaki’s men’s volleyball team members?”
“A-are you serious, Kita-san?” Osamu stutters, looking at him with wide eyes. Nonetheless, Kita’s idea tinder the flame in him. People have seen him and Atsumu play together but never the three of you on the same team. Perhaps, it’s about time to show what is like to be a Miya.
“Interesting, I’m down to play!” Aran raises his hand and Kita nods in approval.
“Hey, dimwits! Kita-san is proposing a three-on-three battle. We’re on the same team, what do you say?” Osamu cuts off the unending heated (not really) argument between the two of you. You look at each other; at the same time a similar spark lights in your eyes. With a click of a tongue and sly smile, Osamu whispers to himself. “There you go, the freaks of volleyball.”
“You better save every ball, (y/n).” Atsumu cups his dominant shoulder with one hand as he begins to roll his arm into circles. For the meantime, he dimisses all arguments he was ready to throw at you at the back of his mind. For later, of course. Atsumu clearly has his priorities straight.
“Just keep your eyes forward, I got your back, dumbass.” Likewise, confidence seeps as you respond.
Osamu proves that he knows his siblings well. If there’s one thing the two of them instantly agree on, it’s volleyball. Both you and Atsumu make your way to where the rest are.
“I’m in, too.” A boy calls from the other side of the court. Your eyes meet with a sharp pair and your walls crash beneath your feet. Suna strides in the direction where you and the rest are located. His orbs linger at you as the corners of his lips are pulled by his infamous sneer.
“Alright, all is set. This is the Miyas against three of us.” Kita joins his hands together to commence the match. “You have a spare uniform at the women’s locker room right, (y/n)?”
“Yep!” Kita’s question causes you to tear your eyes from your boyfriend. As each prepare for the match, Suna slithery walks up to you.
“How about we put a bet on this game, just between the two of us? Whoever team win earns a favor.” He says.
“You are serious about this, huh?” You tip your head up to meet his gaze. Cocking your eyebrow in question causes Suna to taunt you further.
“I won’t go easy on you, love.” Yet, you play his game.
“Don’t sulk when you lose, love.” You mockingly mirror his tone. You shoot him an arrogant grin, one that reaches your eyes. “If this game earns me a favor from none other than Suna Rintarou who would rather do nothing than anything then, be my guest. I’m in.” You shoot him a wink before jogging your way out of the gym and to the women’s locker room. Albeit, Suna is left attempting to hide a smile showing on his face. Your strong spirit and competitive nature are one of the many things that charmed him.
Soon everyone is set. News within Inarizaki flies like pollens in the wind as students who stayed behind after finals begin to gather in the gym. They must have heard of the three-on-three match between the Miya siblings and the men’s volleyball team. It's no wonder as their team has garnered several admirers since they started making a name in tournaments outside of Hyogo so it is not surprising to see a swarm of girls and a few boys squealing in excitement as they anticipate the game. You were just like them a few months back; standing on the courtside and pretending to cheer on your brothers when you are thoroughly captivated by a tall blocker.
A freshman on the men's volleyball team offered to be the commentator of the game to spice it up a bit. He rolled an old folder to make it into a makeshift amplifier.
"Alright everyone gather your voice and cheer for the team standing on the left side. Give it up for the Miyas! Wearing number seven, we have Inarizaki's men's volleyball team setter, Atsumu Miya!" And just that with his name called out, screams from the crowd echoed in the gym. The cheers did not die down as the commentator introduces the next member. "Together with him in his team, wearing number eleven is Inarizaki's men's volleyball team wing spiker, Osamu Miya! And the last and certainly not the least, but maybe the tiniest."
"Hey!" You cut him off and the crowd laughs. The commentator who is also your batchmate lifts two fingers to show a peace sign. He continues, "Standing with jersey number thirteen is Inarizaki's women's volleyball team's newest member and libero, (y/n) Miya!" You can't help but side-eye the crowd. Being introduced next to your famous brothers put weight on your shoulder. Nevertheless, the audience cheers for you.
Afterward, the commentator introduces the other team. Kita Shinsuke, the captain, remained unmoved by the cheers by keeping his eyes forward. Aran Ojiro flashed a cute smile while nodding at the spectators. Finally, Suna Rintarou held your breath by sticking his gaze on you. He did not flinch at the defeaning cheers bouncing off the wall of the gymnasium as he stares at you with a look on his face.
“The first serve goes to the boys of the Inarizaki volleyball team. Aran Ojiro, the team’s ace, throws the ball up and... BAM!” The powerful hit of Aran’s palm on the volleyball almost scared the shit out of you. His commanding serve reaches your team’s side of the court and flies passed your brothers. As the libero of the team, you are tasked to keep the ball up. By instinct, you dive into the floor chest first. Your free hand stretches forward to meet with the ball, and when you and everyone in the court thought your dive wouldn’t make it, the ball lands on the back of your hand.
“OH GOD, BROTHERS!” You called out of triumph as you watch it bounce from your hand and back into the air.
“I KNOW!” The adrenaline starts to kick in as they both reply in unison with their eyes following the ball.
“THAT WAS A QUICK SAVE BY MIYA!” The commentator yells and the crowd shrieks in excitement. The commentator clears his throat after realizing his mistake. “The three of them are Miyas, my bad. I meant, THE YOUNGEST MIYA SAVED THE BALL!” He once again shouts resulting in another whoop from the crowd.
Following the game, Atsumu gracefully tosses the ball to his twin. It lands above the net allowing Osamu to freely execute his spike. With the twist of his arm and his eyes focused on a blank spot on the other side of the court, Osamu smashes it in a hit. The ball lands in a sharp motion rendering the three shaken by the swift moves the three of you pulled.
“One point for the Miyas!” The commentator shouts and the audience, mostly fans of your brothers, jump in cheer. The commentator continues. “And the game has begun.”
The match is a close fight between two teams. As one team gains a point the other follows through. It is hard to decipher which team will have the bragging rights after the game.
As of the moment, both teams have tied on a score of twenty-three. Just as the heat of the game sets in you notice more eyes on the court.
Atsumu prepares to deliver his serve. He raises one hand in the air to silence the roomㅡhis iconic service ritual that you thought is obnoxious yet very him to do.
Your eyes go past the net and surprisingly meets with a pair of narrow grey-olive orbs. As soon as your eyes lock, a lazy smirk tugs his lips. Your team is nearing twenty-five points, now is not the time to lose concentration. But even as you tear your eyes away from him the image of it is stuck in your head. Damn it, he is doing this on purpose, you thought. Still, your eagerness to win clears your clouded thoughts.
Right on time, Atsumu hits the ball as he spikes. Unfortunately, Kita receives it with ease passing it to Aran before the latter spikes it back to your side of the court. The relentless afterschool practice pays off as you briskly receive it using your forearm. The rally begins. Just as when you thought you have your mind fully invested in the game, a loud murmur from a group of boys near the sideline of the court perks your ears.
“Is it over?” The boy who had just entered the gym asks between breaths.
“Not yet. Told you she’d be here. It’s the siblings versus Inarizaki’s men's volleyball team.” The other boy replies and asks, “You still have your eyes on her? Thought she’s taken?”
“Like it matters? I supported her since tryouts.”
“Dude, I heard she’s dating Suna, the middle blocker.” The boy giggles as he playfully smacks the other on his chest.
As you hear his name drop, you look at Suna who’s currently anticipating the ball from your side. When he notices you looking at him he quickly shoots you a questioning look before returning his focus to the game. While you, completely off-tracked by the conversation you heard, shift your gaze at the boys talking about you. The friends of the boy who came late nudge him as they catch you looking in their direction.
“Keep it low you fucking dumbasses.” The boy’s face immediately turns tomato.
“Nah, she’s looking at me, bro. Looks like aside from Suna you got me as your other competitor to win (y/n)'s heart." The other boy teases, earning a series of giggles from their group.
what the fuck.
You out of everyone you have encountered most definitely can’t handle attention, specifically this type of attention. You are used to standing in the shadows of your famous twin brothers. With your though utterly shriveled, your limbs are immovable; almost like you’ve tossed your basics in volleyball into the bin. You don’t even know where the ball is at as you attempt to draw back your focus back into the game.
Just as you were completely lost, a cutting strike of a ball landing to your side shook your senses. You look at where the ball came from and there you witness your worst nightmare. Suna is boring his eyes to you, brows pressed to the center of his forehead, and his lips pursed into a thin line. He wipes a bead of sweat at the side of his face using his shoulder. The unofficial referee whistles and the commentator declares a point to their team. Being at the front and side with only the net separating you from him, his aura intimidates you.
“Eyes on me.” He says in a baritone voice, and you swear if eyes can burn, you’re burnt to ashes.
Your distraction causes the other team to lead a point. The least you want to do right now is to turn your head to peer at your brothers because even without looking at them you can feel their fuming stares at the back of your skull. You don't want to yet reprimanded by your brothers mid-game because you were eavesdropping.
Hence, you focus on the game, You won’t let the other team win, not when you placed a bet. Although, you have not decided what favor you want him to do you still yearn to win the game with your brothers.
Continuing the final minutes of the game, Kita serves his team. The ball falls directly within Atsumu’s reach. By instinct, the latter receives the ball. He curses under his breath as soon as he realizes he has fallen into the captain’s trap. If there’s anyone who knows their strengths and weaknesses, it’s got to be their team captain. The twins are certain that Kita did it intentionally. With your team’s setter’s hands tied you and Osamu are left to decide who sets the ball.
Osamu has cleaner sets than you are but if he tosses you the ball, it might be a bigger risk. You don’t spike because most of the time your hits are too soft to make it to the other side. Spiking is definitely not your strength, hence, it draws you to a choice.
“Mine!” You call out, following the ball. Atsumu’s lids stretch out as his mouth gapes open. Out of pride and just to piss you brother off, you hate doing sets in front of Atsumu even though your brother has claimed that you have a talent for setting (but according to him you still suck at spiking so you’re no better than him. that asshole). You hate to admit to yourself that you are, in some aspects, most similar to him than Osamu.
Still, this phenomenon before him is like a miracle unraveled. Osamu gets into the position, anchoring his feet to the ground ready to jump into the air and hit the ball.
The ball lands on the tips of your fingers, and suddenly Atsumu’s tips on tossing a ball replay in your head. He told you about focusing on the spot in the air in which you want the ball to hit its peak. Be aware of the angle you are at and control your upper body. Don’t hit it too hard but not too soft, just right for the spiker to reach.
Keeping these in mind, you put his words into action. The ball hits the vertex of the parabola at the spot where you wanted. A satisfied and hungry grin plays on Osamu’s lips as he sees the ball in the perfect spot. He could already feel the throbbing pain of pounding the ball with the expanse of his hand. And he did so. He hits it with full force only to land on three pairs of hands on the other side of the net. Kita’s team successfully defended his attack using a three-player block.
“Inarizaki’s men's volleyball team wins!” The commentator announces. Cheers dull you ears as you hear a loud call from your brother.
“(Y/n)! That was a perfect toss! I am so proud of you!” Atsumu surprises you as he lifts you into an embrace. Although your team lost the match, a wide stretch of smile adorns your face.
“It was?!” You ask looking at him from below. He jumps in joy with you still in his arms.
“It was! it was! You are so good you make me so proud.” You hold him by his shoulder. “Who taught you to toss?”
“You!” You enthusiastically responded.
“Who’s the best teacher?” Atsumu asks and without a second thought, you reply.
“You!” The two of you rejoice as if you had won the game which leads to Osamu looking at the both of you in disgust.
“Oi, morons, we lost the match in case you both didn’t notice. And what happened to hating each other’s guts an hour ago?” His words are ignored by you and Atsumu as you both get lost in your bubble. Soon, Kita approaches Osamu to shake his hand and thank him for a good game.
Perhaps, it is true that winning isn’t just about taking home the trophy but it is in the learnings from every match...
After the adrenaline has flushed out from your system the three of you are utterly gutted with losing. Osamu is disappointed by putting his faith in the two of you, Atsumu’s pride is crushed, and you are burdened by a losing bet.
“I need a rematch!” Atsumu and his petty behavior resumes.
Since losing the game, the three of you are tasked to clean the gym. The twins are rolling the net while you are gathering the balls inside a steel container. As you pick up the final stray ball on the floor a squeak from rubber shoes meeting the ground tells you that someone has approached you.
It's probably him.
"What did the boys say during the game?" You were expecting him to ask about fulfilling his favor but you are met with your sleep paralysis demon in flesh. Suna pins you down with his eyes.
"Oh, about that." Your throat runs dry and you can't help but falter your eyes somewhere but him before continuing. "They were, uh, teasing a boy who seemed to like me."
Your statement did nothing good as a visible clench in his jaws is seen. Albeit, you try to lighten the mood. "He likes my gameplay, that's it. I heard he supported me from the beginning of tryouts!"
He turns to look at the other side to hide an expression on his face. His bottom lip is slightly pouted and the creases on his face soften. It is typical to see an umimpressed and unapproachable look on his face, but never this. Yes, he may look pissed and annoyed but with the way his cheeks round and his lips protruded out he looks squishy. If only you have a camera with you to take a snap of his face so you can immortalize this moment you would have taken hundreds.
"I supported you before your tryouts. I supported you even when you were the soccer team's acting manager." Suna points out and right off the bat, you understood where his sudden shift in his mood is coming from.
You take this as a cue to wrap your arms around his tiny waist and pull him into an embrace. Your face only reaches up to his chest but this is good enough.
"Of course, you did. That's why you're my best boy." You coo to him, holding him tighter.
"As it should." You feel his hand cup the back of your head and the other on your back.
"About the bet. What do you want me to do for you?" You ask, still in his embrace. Suna hums for a moment and knowing him, he probably has a sly smile on his face. For sure even before he proposed a bet he already have a favor in mind that he wants you to do.
"I want a-" Your romantic moment is interrupted by an overprotective blonde brother.
"Suna! Get your hands off my sister! And you, young lady, you are coming home with us. You are not hanging out with Suna alone!" Atsumu commands from across the room. He is carrying the metal rods of the net stand and tailed with him is Osamu who is lifting half of its weight. Suna immediately lifts his hands up and as soon he did you untangled your arms.
"You sound like dad!" You bicker.
Osamu puffs out air, halting in his steps as his free hand lands on his twin's shoulder.
"It might be too late for that, tsumu. I have failed you as our sister's guardian." Osamu looks at his twin with apologetic eyes. Contrary, Atsumu flashes him a confused look. Horror paints your entire being as your mind connects with Osamu. You know what he is talking about. He is referring to that day. Though he pledged not to speak of it, cold sweats trail the sides of your face.
Osamu won't break his promise, right?
Thankfully, Suna changes the conversation by speaking. "I won't do anything, I promise." Being reminded of his guardian role that he set up for himself Atsumu raises a finger to point at his teammate.
"I am holding onto your words, Rin!" Osamu pushes his twin out of the gym as he murmurs "Quit it, let's go."
Soon, you and Suna are left alone. You pick up where your last conversation with Suna ended before Atsumu caused a scene.
"You said you wanted a?" You ask, blinking at him innocently. A growing smile crawls on his face as his eyes wander on you fondly. He chews the insides of his cheeks as he dips in to whisper to your ear.
Two fucking words. It took two words to leave you stunned. While it takes him ten seconds to break his promise to your brother, Atsumu. Your brother isn't overprotective of the thought of Suna hurting you may it be physically or emotionally. He is most concerned about this. This exactly. Doing what lovers do because in the eyes of Atsumu you are his little sister, too young to involve yourself in romantic affairs. Suna pulls back to meet with your eyes but your vision is glued to point past his shoulder.
"Is it too much? I can think of a different one if you don't like it." Suna says with hushed voice.
"Where? Here? Are you kidding me?! What if someone walks in? What if my brothers walk in?"
"Oh, you want it now, huh?" Suna takes a step closer.
"T-that's not what I meant!" Your words are caught in your throat.
"Hm? It's not like it's our first time." Another step forward and his voice drops.
"What if my brother sees us?" You ask quietly feeling the hard wall on your back. A post is on your right which kinda lifts your worries. If ever your brothers come in the post has fully covered you both, but still, you asked.
"It will be quick." Suna decreased the distance between the two of you by inching his head forward. His body weight is supported by his arm placed on the wall at the side of his head. Slowly, he dips in. Just as his lips are barely an inch away from yours, he reassures you, "you can still say no."
Swiftly, without much thought, you hand cups his nape before pushing his face towards you. Once you feel his lips on you, your lids flutter close. Your other hand finds its way to his hair, grasping it gently thus earning a soft moan from him. Suna deepens the kiss by tilting his head to the side. The back of your head slightly hits the wall as his parted lips push forward. He steadies you by putting in hands on your waist, carefully not making drastic moves that could cause you to feel discomfort.
The kiss was slow but not messy. Suna takes the lead by motioning you to tilt to the other side. Feeling every edge of your lips and tasting you. You missed his lips, the tendering molding of his’ against yours. You long for his touch, the gentle press of his fingers on your skin, and the warmth of his body close to you. For now, you forget about the risks. You take in the present, kissing him back passionately and without restraint. All that you want right now is him. He takes you by surprise as his teeth claw on your bottom lip, pulling it lightly before releasing it. He leaves pecks on your swollen mouth. He pulls back leaving you enough room to speak.
"Don't tell my brothers."
Suna - piercing ???
a valentine's date with suna
suna plans the most unconventional dates, so valentine's day isn't safe from his wild ideas either. when he asks you if you'd like to get some jewellery, you know he's not talking about going to a high-end store and buying a dainty necklace.
so here you are, getting matching heart-shaped helix piercings with suna. he's trying to hide the excitement on his face as he watches with thinly veined interest. it is his first piercing so after yours is done, you sweetly ask him if he wants you to hold his hand. it's part of the romantic aspect of the date, but it's also amusing to watch your poker-faced boyfriend grip your hand and try to keep his cool as his ear gets pierced. this has got to be your favourite date so far.
safe place | suna rintarou
pairing; suna x gn!reader
a/n; happy valentine's day to both couples and singletons <3 to celebrate the occasion, i thought id return from the dead and write a lil sth sth about a character i barely write for on this blog jk its suna again but writing with him is genuinely so cathartic m'sorry anyways hope you like it <3
"Did you know it's Valentine's day today?" You ask out of the blue. You're both laying in bed, with Suna resting on his back, one arm flung around your waist as you lay peacefully atop his chest. The other he uses to scroll through TikTok, but the sound of fleeting videos stops when you speak up, and you see Suna's thumb stop moving like he's frozen in time.
"Seriously," You huff out a laugh as you lift your head from his chest, noting the genuine bewilderment on his face. He's not usually one to forget things so you understand his reaction. Not that you mind— it would've slipped your mind too if it weren't for the annual Valentine's Day video Snapchat sent you earlier that day. Unfortunately, you had only opened that message once the day was pretty much over, and only now did you think of bringing it up. "Don't worry, I only found out today, too."
"You should have told me sooner," he says, abandoning his phone on the bedsheets and using his now free hand to brush a few strands of hair from your face. "We could've done something."
His gaze meets yours and you smile. It's somewhere around eleven o' clock, and the moon has reached its peak. Its glow pours through the sheer curtains of your shared bedroom and casts a soft blanket of silver across your bed. Coincidentally, it catches Suna's eyes, revealing all three colours of his irises— slithers of amber and sapphire swimming in pools of the palest jade.
They're even prettier like this, you think. But your figurative thought bubble bursts when Suna gently taps your nose, reeling you back to reality.
"True, but there's always next time," you offer. "But forget again next year and I might think you don't love me anymore."
"Forget what?" He feigns. You roll your eyes and he smirks.
"Very funny. But speaking of love— when did you start loving me? I don't think I've asked you this before."
"Oh no, we are not doing this," he deadpans. He tries subtly drifting away from the topic by reaching out for his phone, but you're quick to block it with your hand in hopes of reeling him back in.
"Oh c'mon, it's Valentine's Day!" You say, hoping the notion of said holiday would tide him over. "Consider this your gift to me and in exchange I'll tell you when I started liking you— which FYI, was probably earlier than you'd expect."
The latter part of your sentence rouses a small reaction from Suna, body reacting similarly to the way a cat's ear would twitch when they hear something that sparks their interests. He tries playing it off nonetheless and upkeeps his nonchalant behaviour.
"What makes you think I even have an answer to that? I don't have a date in mind or anything."
"But you have something in mind, I bet. Plus, you can't tell me you're not the least bit interested in what I have to say."
Suna shifts his gaze to the corner of the ceiling at that, which non-verbally answers your question.
"I mean, if it was for as long as you say..."
Little does he know, you have loved him for as long as you say. At the time you hadn't fully realised it yourself. Your feelings had remained hidden for a good amount of time, burried deep beneath a concrete of denial, fear, and reluctance, until eventually all your inhibitions had been swept away in a crashing tidal wave that was Suna Rintarou. It swept you off your feet, away from shore and engulfed you in the uncharted waters of a newfound romance.
As for when this particular realisation occured, there were a few moments that came to mind, as did a list of reasons that strengthened your infatuation with him.
You've loved Suna ever since you associated the notion of comfort to his name, in the tranquil moments spent in each others company, watching the television with your legs tangled beneath a fluffy blanket. Studying for an exam in the library, knees brushing against each other though nobody ever brought it up. Driving home after a long day with the music turned down low, neither of you speaking, neither of you needing to utter a word in order to feel completely at ease.
You've loved Suna ever since you realised it's his voice you seek whenever you're at your lowest. His voice, slow and steady, calming in ways that seem almost medicinal. You've heard it loud and clear on the volleyball court more times than you can remember. You've heard it small and lazy when asked to read something aloud to the class back in your highschool days. But most importantly, it was his voice that soothed you any time your life has felt astray, whenever things weren't working out the way you wanted, in times where you felt exhausted, disappointed, angry, scared or lost. It's Suna's voice that would utter out words of encouragement, of praise or advice, even when yours struggled to enounciate the source of your woes.
You've loved Suna and the way he smiles at you. It's mostly smug, mostly reserved to when he's teasing you. But your favourite has to be when he's most unguarded, completely at ease when a grin lights up his face, prying his lips open enough to reveal a row of front teeth, neatly aligned between two pointed canines. These times are rare, as is the bright and cheerful laugh that erupts from his chest when he finds something particularly funny. It's never failed to catch you off guard, fondness swelling in your chest and making it ache, lovingly so.
You've loved Suna and the silly game he and his little sister had invented. A game in which he would hold his sisters hands and spin around in one spot like a human beyblade, fast enough so that her feet would lift off the ground, grinning wickedly as he then let go and watched her fumble around on her feet, now totally unable to walk in a straight line.
You've loved Suna ever since you found out about that noise he makes after finishing the last of his chuupet on a hot day. That satisfied "ahh" he does before licking his fingers clean.
You've loved Suna and the way his gaze occasionally lingers on his lock screen when he thinks nobody's looking. It's a picture of you and him; it's old and a little blurry but it never fails to make Suna smirk whenever he sees your surprised face lit up on his phone screen— flushed pink from the kiss he had planted on your cheek.
You've loved Suna and how generous he is when it comes to you. How he'll always (secretly) buy you that pastry you were eyeing up in the bakery, only to surprise you with it later that day. How he isn't too proud to return home with a random trinket that reminded him of you, or bringing you back an accessory or clothing item that thought would look nice on you.
You've loved Suna and the fact that he remembers. He remembers the small things, such as the name of your favourite song, the places you went on each of your dates. And, he remembers the bigger things. Like that even you have your bad days, that there're days on which you want to be alone; knows which words you like to hear, need to hear and when you need to hear them. He remembers that like everyone, you have boundaries, and never has he overstepped them or made you feel small about wanting some time to yourself. He remembers to nurture you, to gather you up in his arms when need be, to treat you with utmost respect and love you unconditionally.
You've loved Suna when you finally pierced through the cloud of mystery that once shrouded the boy you met in high school. That the Suna you know is nothing like the rumours painted him to be. It was so easy to label him the prickly, quiet guy. The snarky second year who— outside of his small friend group— seemed almost impossible to approach. It's a shame though, because if only they had given him the chance, they would've found that underneath his aloof demeanor lies someone playful, someone who's a little dorky, who enjoys terrible puns and cheesy pick up lines, and shamelessly cackles at petty internet fights. He's attentive, always listening to what you have to say, whether you're rambling about a cute puppy you saw in the street, ranting about the bad hair day you're having— even if you go on an in-depth discourse about that one character he's probably heard of countless times before, he listens— without interrupting, forever invested in what stories you have to offer.
He'll never understand just how much you've come to care for him, how much you've thrived on discovering these small intricacies that make the man you've come to love so deeply. The same man who used to tease you for your blatant crush on him, who'd scoff and poke fun at you whenever he caught you daydreaming. If only he knew the millions of thoughts that crossed through your mind, the whirlwind of emotions that swirled inside your chest each time you laid eyes on him.
"If only you knew," you murmur dreamily, gazing at him in a way so lovingly it prompts a small, disbelieving chuckle to slip past his lips, eyebrows raised in earnest curiosity.
"Yeah? Don't be shy, spill."
This time it's your turn to giggle and you feel your heart swell at the look on Suna's face. You can tell there's anticipation glinting behind his eyes, maybe even a hint of child-like excitement as he awaits your answer.
"I think..." You trail off, drawing out your sentence for dramatic effect. You reach up to brush your fingers across his jaw, keeping a feather-light touch as you run the pads of your fingers along the soft of his cheek, up to the curve of his cheekbone, burning the image of him in your mind. "I started loving you mostly for..."
"My... Irresistible good looks?"
You splutter as Suna flashes you— what is indeed— an irresistibly handsome grin. You crack a smile of your own and shake your head. "That's a plus— but no."
In that moment, Suna tilts his head, his expression softening momentarily. You can tell he isn't in a teasing mood this time. He seems genuinely curious, invested in what you have to say. "Then what?"
"I think I started loving you when I began associating you with home," you hum, gazing up at him with that same fluttering feeling in your chest as the day you realised: "That being with you felt like home."
Suna turns speechless then, eyes still focused on you, and you're surprised to see that his face has begun to flush pink. It starts colouring the high points of his cheeks and spreads to his ears, tinting them the most adorable shade of red. "Are you blushing?" You laugh out loud, asking the obvious. Your teasing doesn't help Suna's case, but he tries to maintain a shred of dignity by holding eye contact and responding to your question with a curt "no shit."
"Why?" You laugh, prodding his cheek with your index. He's quick to swat your hand away, and this time he does look elsewhere, unable to face your giddy little grin and relentless giggling.
"Jus' didn't expect such an honest answer is all.."
You coo at him which makes him click his tongue. There's no real malice behind his reaction, though. He's just so used to being the one who teases, so to have the tables turned always makes him react this way, all furrowed brows and clenched jaw. He's also not used to you being so openly affectionate with him— at least not with your words. To hear you openly confess your feelings to him make his brain fog and heart stutter— like he's once again reminded why you're here, why he's lucky enough to hear you say those words in the first place.
"Still with me?" You tease as you poke his chin to get his attention. He looks at you then, traces of rose still apparent on his pale features though it's clear he's trying to remain collected.
"Hush, you." He rolls his eyes at your cheeky smile and decidedly pulls you closer to him. You find yourself caged in his arms, head slotted in the space between his chin and shoulder but you don't protest. Instead, you wriggle closer to him, basking in his warmth, melting in his embrace. The feeling of him is so familiar. His voice, the way his heartbeat beats softly against the palm of your hand. Even his scent, that faint whiff of peppermint and his off-brand body wash feels like a comforting memory, like something that's been here your whole life.
Feels like home.
"And you?" You inquire softly. For a moment you wonder if you had spoken loud enough because Suna doesn't reply.
Until he eventually does.
"Same reason. Ever since I felt like I didn't need to hide myself anymore. Guess you could call yourself my safe place."
"I could call myself your safe place?" You nag, hinting at the odd wording Suna was all too aware of. He can hear the smile in your voice, and luckily for him you're unable to detect the new wave of heat that blooms across his face.
"You know what I mean."
You laugh, then crane your neck so you can softly peck the underside of his jaw. "I know. Just wanted to hear you say it."
"Maybe next year," he says, patting your head. You scoff and lightly jab him in the gut.
"Late happy Valentine's Day," he chuckles, and you find yourself smiling despite yourself.
"Late happy Valentine's Day, Rin."
boyfriend suna loves to guide your hand to his hard on, smiles a little when he feels your hands cling to his shaft on the train and kisses your head when he gets some weird looks from the elderly couple nearby