#suna rintarō x reader series

[sukirichi]

[ DUSK ‘TILL DAWN : 007 ]

“we who bear the burden of the crown do not need to love. you only need to stay here, with me, in power, in greed, in lust – in victory.”

c/w. modern royal au. infidelity. angst. gaslighting. toxic characters. suggestive. toxic relationships. mentions of neglect and abuse. hurt and comfort. it’s cringy when suna calls us ‘my love.’ half heartedly edited.

notes. this chapter is dedicated to all my fellow oikawa fuckers, enjoy <33 i’m really in love with how deep his character can be like lowkey he has more personality (as of now) than rintaro lol

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[ SEVEN ] i know you don’t really see my worth. you think you’re the last guy on earth, well, i’ve got news for you. i know i’m not that strong, but it won’t take long

 “Would you stop pacing?” Prince Tooru reprimanded. His wife, the ever-so-sweet Maiko, jumped a little at the sting of his voice. She was no longer an alien to his harshness, nor was it anything new for her the way he sent daggers her direction. “It’s an eyesore.”

“My apologies, Your Highness. I just... I’m extremely worried for the Princess.”

The Prince kept flicking through the television. However, behind his uncaring facade, he shared the same sentiments as her. Everyone would be lying if they said the entire manor hadn’t been deadly quiet the entire night, save for the hushed whispers between your servants appalled by Rintaro’s display. Tooru was actually impressed they hadn’t called your parents by now. Your servants watched you grow up and had been loyal to your family for years, yet not a single one of them stopped the Crown Prince from dragging their precious Princess like she was nothing but prey. Then again, Tooru mused, maids from a noble family would never go against the crown.

“You heard what Kiyoomi said. The Princess wants space, and Suna will not let us step a foot outside either. We have no choice but to await her return.”

“Would she even return?”

Hearing the scuffle of her feet rubbing against the carpet one more time, Tooru dragged a palm down his face. “Look. I cannot answer your questions, so can we please just go to sleep?” Sleep, of course, meaning that Prince Tooru enjoyed the luxury of your guest room’s king-sized bed while his wife remained on the couch. Hell, he was kind enough to share the same room as her.

Unbothered by the Prince’s nonchalance, Maiko gazed at her feet and fiddled with her fingers.

“Your Highness, I-I know this sounds far-fetched of me, but would you grant me a small favour? I promise I would repay you generously—”

“If you offer to leave me the fuck alone for a month, I might consider it.”

Maiko’s head snapped up. Her husband held no trace of remorse on his face as he pulled the blankets under his chin, handsome as usual—as all the Princes were—even with his eyes peacefully closed. Such a sight made him look unbelievably gentle with the way soft, brown strands of hair brushed over his forehead. And Maiko, poor Maiko who never learned, had no choice but to swallow her pride and give in to the Prince’s request. Whether it was because she had been in love him with him for the longest time and this was the first, possibly last, chance he would ever hear out, Maiko prioritized your well-being over anything else.

“I...Of course, Your Highness. If it is what you wish.”

Tooru raised a brow in disbelief, eyes narrowed at his wife’s sagging shoulders. Just like that? Ah, but he wasn’t complaining. “Fine. What do you want?”

“Please find the Princess. O-Or at least check up on her, talk to her or something. Anything would be of great help as long as she knew she does not have to face this alone. The Princess is having a hard time and it breaks my heart to imagine she is all by herself—”

“Why don’t you go yourself if you care so badly?”

“Because...” Maiko frowned, “If the Crown Prince catches me, I am done for. He might be far more merciful to you considering you are his brother.”

“That is hilarious,” Tooru couldn’t hold back a guffaw. “You think Rintaro would be less bothered if his brother sought out his damsel in distress of a wife? Oh, how gold. Has it not crossed your mind that Rintaro is oddly possessive over his wife? He thinks either Kiyoomi and I will snag her up.”

“But you will not, so—”

“What if I did, hm?” he challenged. Instantly, Maiko held her breath, awaiting the threat—or rather the possibility—that Tooru didn’t jester. He had always made it clear how he didn’t want her. Expressing at any opportunity he could take about his desire to have had the privilege to choose who he could have been married to, and Maiko knew exactly what he was doing. The Prince, just like now, was simply reminding her the consequences of her actions. But she must have been a true masochist as she remained mum in her spot the longer he continued, sitting up now and tilting his head with a smirk. “The Princess is gorgeous. I could easily choose her over you any day, so let me ask—would you still want me to find her and lend her a shoulder to cry on?”

Be strong, Maiko—was what she must be thinking. And honestly? Tooru thought it was complete, utter bullshit. She could plant her feet on the ground as solidly as she could, but he refused to have his bones buried next to hers.

Maiko had already taken his life.

He should choose his own death now, and if that meant slowly driving a dagger deep into her heart and carving out his to place into the mercy of your hands—because god forbid, you would be death of everyone someday—then Tooru would have no regrets. To have his fate intertwined with yours, whether the outcome may be bitter or would shatter him to pieces, would be honourable. A heaven in comparison to the hell bowing his head at him right now.

“We are family now, Your Highness. She needs us.”

“I take that as a yes?” Tooru mocked. He didn’t wait for her response as he was swiping his car keys off the counter the next second, his jacket shrugged on and halfway out the door before he sang, “As you wish, my dear.”

There are some things Tooru would never admit out loud. One, how he grew up closest to Kiyoomi and Keiji out of their shared love for literature, and that those two brothers of his held one of his most embarrassing secrets on how Tooru loved romantic novels. Jane Austen? He personally booked a theatre all for himself just to watch the film adaptations of her works. Margaret Mitchell? Tooru had handmade notebooks buried deep within his study filled with his favourite lines from her in perfect cursive; the younger version of him fantasizing about what it felt like to yearn for somebody your being felt incomplete without them. Two, how grateful he was deep down that Maiko had asked him to find you, because truth be told, only Rintaro got in his way. He would have ran after you hours ago the moment his bastard brother returned to the manor without his wife in tow. But appearances must be kept, trouble must be avoided if it provided more conflict than entertainment, and looking at it now, Tooru didn’t quite regret his previous actions.

The pitch-black sky felt more comforting than haunting as he pulled out of the driveway and headed to town. Maiko informed him you were at your family’s bed and breakfast, quite possibly asleep, but fuck it, right? Tooru convinced himself he wasn’t doing this for his wife. Never for Maiko, but not quite for you, either. Other than having a miserably pretty face that wasn’t as adored as it should be, and a heart bigger than Maiko was capable of, Tooru came to a conclusion he was doing it for himself.

Yes, he was simply a bored prince. Dragged into the edge of the country with no phones to use since Maiko would just snoop around, and Rintaro didn’t help with the situation by driving everybody apart. Even Kiyoomi seemed more of a bore than usual. So yes, Tooru was fetching you for his own gain, because surely listening to a broken hearted woman weep about her woes sounded far more entertaining than pretending to be asleep back at the manor.

No. He did not care about you at all.

He does not care one bit as he found you minutes later, sulking like a little child on the swings under an old sycamore tree whose leaves danced amongst the wind. He would admit, however, that you were undeniably beautiful. You always had been.

With a fresh face that granted him the luxury of seeing how crestfallen, forlorn eyes could remain dull under the moonlight’s gleam, Tooru tightened his grip on the scotch bottle. He wondered how sadness could look so beguiling on someone—whatnot with the lines of your frown and the absence of light you usually emanated. You sat there unaware of his presence looming overhead of you before you kicked and up high you flew. Skirt flowing at the same time you finally turned your head to look up at the sky, eyes glistening with tears and kissable lips quivering with slow, shuddered breaths he knew held back a sob. Tooru couldn’t help but find it befitting how you would one day hold power over everyone, because you were capable of breaking hearts. You could ruin kingdoms and tear everything apart. Yet, Tooru also knew how gentle you could be. He had shared enough family dinners with you to grow envious—no matter if he was aware they were all a sham—with the way you and Rintaro would share knowing smiles with each other like you both spoke a secret language exclusive only for those who had experienced falling in love.

Was this why Rintaro was so adamant in keeping you?

Had his brother even looked at you this way?

You made princes like him who grew up skilled in the arts of swordsmanship and combat weak in the knees. All you had to do was keep kicking your feet and fly higher up in the air and Tooru wouldn’t have argued if somebody told him he saw a fairy that night. A fairy who shed tears for a man unworthy of it. A fairy who mourned for a love that was never hers and whose cries were as muted as the dumbfounded Prince tracing the shape of your lips with his eyes and wonders, what would his name sound like if you whispered it to his ears? Would it feel biblical if Tooru could also share a secret language with you and murmur it into the crevices of your palm in a promising kiss, or would your words curse him into a thoughtless follower who walked into his own demise? You would be his Queen, after all. You would be the one he would fight for his life with, and whose wishes would become his command—his only good reason for living.

“Fuck,” Tooru muttered under his breath as he leant against his car. He could already feel his heart pounding. And for what? The spine-chilling realization of—or more like could no longer deny—that he found his brother’s wife mesmerizing? “Fuck you, Rintaro. I don’t wanna be like you. I’m not stealing anybody’s wife.”

Tooru chanted those words in his head like a mantra.

He needed more than a bottle of alcohol to get him through the night without accidentally blurting anything stupid, which he was certain was the last thing you needed. Tonight, you needed a friend. You needed someone with genuine intentions after being cruelly dragged into a make believe story of Prince meets Beauty, only to wake up with an unfortunate twist of Beauty and the Beast where happy endings didn’t exist when Rintaro was the Beast through and through.

Tonight, you would not be Prince and Princess.

Tooru would come as himself, and with a clear of his throat, plastered on his infamous smirk. “The night is too good to spend alone, Your Highness. I am quite certain no lovely woman would envision their honeymoon to turn out this way.”

You halted your body from swinging up.

Eyes widening at the sight of the Fifth Prince in nothing but sleepwear and a coat, your mouth falls open. You must have remembered you were now a Princess and had to act properly in front of a royal blood that you sat up straight. The action had Tooru sucking in a sharp breath before making himself comfortable on the swing beside you, opting to stare out in the vast fields because his chest was fluttering at the look on your face. How relieved you seemed upon seeing him. Like he was your hero even if he was far from having heroic attributes, and Tooru bit the insides of his cheeks.

He loathed how that passing moment made him feel important and brought a tint to his cheeks.

“Your Highness,” you began, “Wh-What brings you here?”

“To comfort a certain lonely Princess,” he winked, and you respond with a surprised squeak. “What? Can’t believe that the most handsome Prince is now your knight in shining armour? Don’t flatter yourself, though. This will not be a daily occurrence and—”

“Thank you.” Ducking your head, you stare at your lap, and Tooru patiently waited for you to continue speaking. He could see your eyes water as you swallow audibly, “I...I did not think anyone would bother to come find me, much less you, my Prince. Out of everybody, I thought you might have cared the least, but forgive me for I was mistaken.”

“Well,” he shrugged, “Not everyone is as heartless as Rintaro. Not your fault too that you thought of me that way.”

The both of you share a knowing smile—his telling you that you would be alright, and you reciprocating a thankful one. A comfortable silence settled after that. None of you found the need to talk about anything when Tooru wasn’t the best at comforting, and you were more than satisfied for the company. It shocked him, though, how he unexpectedly ended up playing in the swings with his brother’s wife at three in the morning, surrounded by nothing but grass and the faint sounds of crickets chirping. The wind would occasionally hum, and so did you.

The intimate beginning of a core memory felt like a scene straight out of a novel, but Tooru knew better. As much as he cherished this moment of sharing a silence with somebody in a world filled with people demanding for answers and explanations, Tooru understood this moment would not last. He had to remind himself he wasn’t your Prince. You weren’t his Princess. You were both just royals stripped of their titles until they were reduced to nothing but humans at their rawest form—a Princess with a disloyal husband, a broken heart and pride, and him as a Prince who didn’t quite knew where he belonged. At least, Tooru knew his place, and maybe that was why it felt a bit wrong to be the one next to you this moment. You were newly married and should be having this emotional intimacy with your husband. Not his brother. It was a constant fight of push and pull in his brain of wanting to be greedy and have more for this, whatever the fuck this was, whatever the fuck it meant now that you were smiling to yourself without saying anything, but Tooru chose to be the bigger person and stop kicking his feet.

“Say,” he scrunched his nose, “The town is dead, and you look like you have a lot to get off your chest. What do you say about a drive up the hill? You can scream as much as you want there.”

“Scream? Why would I scream?”

“Curse out Rintaro. I do that a lot when he gets on my nerves.”

When you laughed at his words, Tooru had to stop himself from getting too ahead of himself. Surely, it didn’t mean anything at all that he just made a pretty Princess laugh, even if your laugh was so airy and sounded so nice he would have taken full credit of doing a job well done for being a temporary friend.

“That does not sound too bad. In fact, I know a spot.”

The spot being a ten minute walk up the hill, far enough to be hidden from the prying gaze despite everybody being asleep but close enough that Tooru could retrace the steps back to the town in fear you would get lost again. Not that he had to worry. You were already steps ahead of him, shoes looped into your fingers as your toes dug into the bare earth—the very spitting image of a woman he couldn’t have most with sparkling hair pins keeping the strands kissed by the wind at bay.

Right. He needed to look away.

You were not his to appreciate.

“How did you find me, Prince Tooru?” you asked when you’d both settled next to each other, knees slightly brushing with every relaxed move.

Prying his eyes away from your fingers spreading to let the blades of grass peek through the spaces, Tooru raised a shoulder. Stop, he chastised himself. Do not muse about how strong the soil must be that night to carry the unspoken sorrows that weighed heavier than earth itself. Do not put yourself into the shoes birthed with a responsibility you were not man enough to step in on.

“Let’s just say that my wife and I never really went to the shop centres. That was nothing but a lame excuse we had to tell her parents. Instead, I roamed around this lovely town of yours and wished earlier that this might as well be my spot—but of course, this has always been yours, isn’t it?” he attempted to lighten the mood, “You have a lovely view from here.”

While his view from his bedroom, up north in the Inarizaki Tower, granted him the vision of a god who saw all from the citizens rising early in the morning to mill about for work to children laughing as they chased each other outside their parents’ humble, little shops, nothing could have compared to the serenity of Greenville. Miles and miles of land rich with flowers and fruitful trees laid home to rows of grapevines; its scent so addicting the Prince might as well have gotten drunk from a single whiff. The land stretched overhead until the peak of the mountains along the edge allowed room for the sun to stretch its arms out in a few hours’ time. Crickets chirped. The wind sang a lullaby that put the people to sleep, and he had you next to him. Close enough he might have plucked out the flower tempting him nearby with its dulcet beauty and humorously recite you poetry like he was your lover if that would make you smile.

Unfortunately, you didn’t share the same sentiments as him. “I doubt anything could be lovely from now on.”

“Don’t let my brother get to you.”

“That is easy for you to say,” you exhaled, “You and your brothers all the same. We, as wives, never meant anything significant to your hearts. You throw us to the side away like we are lesser than dust. I doubt you could even understand my pain when you are clearly incapable of being a good husband with the inability to feel love.”

Biting back his tongue to ask “don’t you want to prove me wrong about that?”, Tooru blew a low whistle. “You don’t pull your punches, do you? That is harsh.”

“Well, I see no need to coddle you, my Prince. You are a grown man who needs to realize his own disgusting flaws.”

At any other day, Tooru would’ve taken the unnecessary projection of your own heartbreak out to him with disdain, but today was different. For his own entertainment, he would be a little kinder. A little more patient. So he let it slide, and masked his confused heart with the one thing he had perfected—the all-too-confident smile that made men and women weak in the knees. The smile that brought him to where he is now, married and unhappy.

“Oh, there is no need, Princess. I am more than well aware of what makes me terrible,” he admitted, “What my brother did was wrong. There is no excuse for his behaviour, but you must understand—this is all very common to us now. Rintaro was able to deceive you like that because he had seen it with his own eyes; how marriages needed to be successful politically but never romantically, and once he has a goal in mind, nothing is stopping him from achieving that,” it was more of a warning than a reminder, and Tooru snuck a glance to confirm if you understood where he was going. “Do not take it personally, Princess. Rintaro would have been a liar either way whether it was you or not that he first laid his eyes on.”

“Is that supposed to comfort me?”

“I am shit at comforting others—” a laugh was pulled from him before the Prince steals the bottle from your hands and takes a swig. “—but I do sincerely hope you stop crying now.”

His words had the opposite effect. Not even past the neck of the bottle, you choked before him in a fit of sniffles and sobs. Eyes puffy and red, lips wobbly and fingers angrily wiping away at the tears you desperately tried to conceal from his stupefied gaze. “What do you care whether I cry or not?”

Out of instinct, Tooru’s arm reached out to stop you from pinching your cheeks.

Slapped by logic, on the other hand, his arm retreated by itself because he was only here to comfort, not to reassure. And bound by the foolishness that was called the never-learning vulnerable heart, Tooru found himself in the middle of heaven and hell as he sighs. “Believe it or not, Princess, but I do care,” was his confession, though before you could ponder too much about it, the Prince was already hogging the scotch. “Implausible, is it not? But I do not blame you for it. I know I seem unable to care about others when I hate my own wife, even if she has been nothing but an angel to me.”

“So you know Princess Maiko adores you. Why do you not treat her with the same kindness, then?”

Princess Maiko again. It always had to circle back to her.

“She annoys me. She clings to me like an obsessed leech and demands affection when she knows I have no interest in reciprocating it,” he scoffed, “It is for her own good, though. There is no point to fool herself we can be happy together when I never wanted to be married. It is better to break her heart from the beginning than be sweet to her and get her hopes up.” The Prince held no room for argument. Palms leaning back on the grass, he extends his leg and crosses them as he glares at the sky like the darkness caused all this trouble. “No idea what anybody told you, but Princess Maiko and I were not married under the Queen’s choice. It was Maiko’s.”

“Princess Maiko...proposed to you?”

“Something like that. Maiko is a year younger than me, and naturally, since our families had close connections to each other, I grew up treating her like my little sister. She was always clumsy and stupid that I feared she’d get into trouble if not properly watched over. Little did I know that my concern for her would grow into being lovesick, and next thing I know, she is begging with the Queen to marry me. One thing led to another, the Queen saw potential in our union, and now here we are.”

“You make it sound like you had no choice in this, yet you still let her walk down that aisle. Are you sure you are not just using the Queen as an excuse?”

“If I did not marry Maiko, the Queen would have kicked me out the palace.”

“That is legal?”

Tooru wore a face that said beats me. “When there are too many Princes in a patriarchal monarchy, there will be hierarchy among our worth. The First Prince is already worthy to remain in the family as the eldest heir, and then Rintaro is the only child of the King and Queen. Prince Shinsuke will never have to worry about not being Prince when his mother plays a large role in the Kingdom as one of their best lawyers. The twins, too, come from a wealthy mother whose chain of businesses greatly benefits the palace. The youngest, Prince Tobio, is naturally adored by everybody else. He is given everything without having to ask for it. But the rest of us? We have to fight for our place in the dinner table. My clan is not exactly on good terms with the royal family, either.”

“But did you not say you did not care about being Prince?”

“I don’t. The duties of a Prince wears me out and I hate having to put on a facade all the time, but I have no place where I belong in,” his voice grew somber, the tips of his ears tinting red at the realization he was actually being vulnerable to someone who wasn’t his brother. Hell, he didn’t even trust his brothers anymore the night titles mattered more than familial bond, yet here he was. “My mother... her family does not accept me because she was a married woman who had me after having an affair with the King, and the King never looked at me once when I was born. He merely had me to establish ties with the Oikawa Clan, but when he realized my maternal grandparents barely recognized me as their own, I was useless to him. So as much as I despise being a Prince, it is the only way I can actually live. If not for my title, I would have already been sent to the streets.”

Tooru was quietly begging whatever gods looked down on him that you wouldn’t look at him with pity. The last thing he wanted was to be pitiful.

Sneaking a glance after a split second decision dissolved his worries, because you were far from seeing him as less. No, you glanced at him more out of curiosity. Like if he allowed you to give it more thought, you could magically have a solution. “Then...if you are not that important to them despite being an heir to one of three founding clans, why could Prince Kiyoomi not be important, as well? He is the Second Prince. Is that why he married Princess Iris—to ensure his title of a Prince?”

“Nobody knows why Iris and Kiyoomi got married, and neither will anyone of them talk about it. None of us were even invited to their wedding. We just woke up the next day and found out our brother had gotten married with minimal preparations, but it was all over the news. The Kingdom ate their marriage and claimed it to be a firmer peace treaty over Inarizaki and Itachiyama.”

You hid a sniffle.

“...How long has Prince Suna and Princess Iris been together?”

Tooru believed it was best you knew less. But the look on your face begged, pleaded to have that certain itch scratched that Tooru had to give in. “They met when they were in high school,” he supplied, albeit hesitantly, “Iris was a scholar of the royal family as her mother was a loyal follower of the Queen despite being born in Itachiyama, and Iris was an intelligent girl. They hit it off ever since, but drifted apart due to obvious reasons. Then they met again right after the wedding, and have been inseparable ever since.”

God. He really shouldn’t have said it. He had barely finished speaking before you pulled your knees up to your chest, head buried between your legs and sobs stifled in the eerie silence. “Oh my god. I look like a fool, don’t I? They’ve known each other forever.”

“None of this was your fault, Princess. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“It was my fault, though. I-I knew all this time,” you were full on sobbing by now. “I found out the night we announced our engagement. Ever since that day, I knew whatever we had was never real, but I proceeded with the wedding anyway because I hoped he would still look at me the same way. D-Do you have any idea how much it hurts to learn that you were never loved in the first place?”

Your voice cracked with every sharp breath. Fingers lifting to dig into your scalp deep enough the skin turned raw, and Tooru was immediately peeling your hands away from yourself. “Princess, breathe. Do not hurt yourself—”

“It kills me, Your Highness. I have never felt this pathetic before.”

“Princess...”

“I can’t stop looking in the mirror and find a warped reflection of myself staring back,” you wail and flick his arm away, like the thought of being touched by someone else repulsive. “Every day, I see nothing but my flaws and insecurities and think, is this why he doesn’t love me? Am I not pretty enough? Am I not good enough? Will I never compare to Iris? I feel so horribly ugly and disgusted of my own skin.”

“Don’t think that. You’re beautiful.”

“His Highness said otherwise—”

“My brother is fucking stupid for taking you for granted. If you were mine, I would have never made you feel like you were not good enough.”

Your head slowly turns to face him, the previous sobs now dwindling into little sniffles, but Tooru was already looking away. Downing his wine before you could say anything else. Drinking fast enough his brain felt muddled and there was an ache forming at the back of his head, but anything. Anything to escape the prying eyes wet with tears as the confession settled into the air.

He either fucked it up, or started a new chapter along the way.

The sound of you crying harder again brought him no answer.

“I w-wish...he thought the same way.”

What did it all mean? This moment... when you looked at him now, clinging to whatever hope was left in your love struck heart. When you looked at him now, smile flattened upon the mutual understanding that maybe this was what it meant. Not quite friendship, not quite partnership, not quite acquaintances—but the gentle promise that when the castle and its burdens grew too suffocating, you would have the Fifth Prince to run to out of the thousand others living under the grand halls of royalty. And if you had even the slightest inkling that perhaps Tooru might be growing too warm in a cold night, he was comforted enough by the fact you and him were as impossible as him and his wife.

Whatever attraction he held for you simply had to die. Whatever happened tonight stays within this spot closest to the stars in a quiet town called Greenville.

“Let him go,” was all Tooru could offer before his hand covered yours—that silly smile returning on his face again as if to say the pain would pass. “He’s stupid, anyway.”

“Right.” Finally, fucking finally, you smile brighter than he ever could. “He is stupid.”

“What the fuck were you doing with my wife?”

No good thing ever lasted. It was a fact Tooru learned the hard way, and had to relearn once more when he brought you back ‘home.’ After an hour and a half more of sharing jokes that slowly, the both of you were forming your own secret language Rintaro would not be a part of, you decided to loosen up a bit and steal the rest of his drink. Well, he brought it for you, but he didn’t quite expect you to rummage around his own hidden stash in the car of flasks, only to be giggling and practically dead weight in his arms later on.

It was good until it lasted.

It was good until he showed up. Tooru hadn’t stopped scowling since your husband bundled you in his jacket and held you like you were a fragile woman in need of care. Sure, you could be, but if Rintaro knew it all along, why hadn’t he been more careful since the beginning? Tooru hated inconsistency. Hated lying out of everything—all of the traits his younger brother was an expert of.

It was absolutely revolting how he immediately took on the role of a concerned husband and carried you to bed when you passed out in his arms—like he hadn’t been the reason you felt the need to drink yourself to such a state.

“Only what you should have done.”

Rintaro grabbed him by the collar, their eyes levelled but neither giving in. “Don’t mess with me, Tooru. You think I don’t know what you’re doing, huh? Making my wife warm up to you so you can mess up everything I worked hard for?”

“I didn’t do shit. You ruined everything by yourself and you know it.”

“You still had no business going after her like that.”

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” gritting his teeth, Tooru shoved Rin back hard enough his back hit the doorframe. Although the impact didn’t cause too much of a sound, he still glanced your way to see if you had awoken before lowering his voice. “Your wife cried for hours. She could barely breathe well from how overwhelmed she is, and what were you doing? Oh, that’s right. Fucking your mistress while your wife wondered over and over again just what made her so unworthy of love in your eyes. It’s actually pathetic that such an amazing woman would shed these much tears over a man who can’t even tell her the truth about his malicious nature!”

Rintaro snickered, and it took all of Tooru’s patience to not punch his brother.

“Since when have you cared about the Princess?”

“Maybe we all do, Rintaro! Maybe every single one of us is tired that you and your mother are the exact same—you do nothing but manipulate people for your own gain and then wonder why your lives are so miserable! Your wife loves you, Rin. She would forgive you at the blink of an eye but it does not give you the right to abuse her kindness.”

“That is hypocritical coming from you. You talk as if you do not neglect your wife and leave her crying, too.”

“Maiko, Maiko, it’s always about stupid, fucking Maiko!” he fumed, “Don’t fucking pit me with you, asshole. You courted Princess Y/N for two years and had no intention of coming clean about your sins. Everybody knows I never wanted this marriage. It was Maiko who bound me with these shackles because she was obsessed with me!”

Rintaro was at a loss of words.

He, too, knew that in some way, Tooru had been better. Tooru had always been consistent over his disapproval of the marriage, and had no choice but to accept it in order to survive the harsh environment of the palace. But did Rintaro care?

Obviously not.

“Go back home. I don’t need you here.”

Tooru scoffed. “If it brings you any comfort—” with his back turned to his brother, he glared at him one last time on the way out. “I didn’t come here of my own volition. It was Maiko who requested me to go. Nobody’s out here stealing who isn’t theirs.” An excuse, a valid reason, a half truth—call it what you wanted. Tooru wasn’t sure himself either which one of it he truly meant when he could still smell your perfume all over him on the drive back to the manor.

At one point in your life, you became a Princess before you married a Prince.

It happened that one fateful night. Where elites, nobles, royals, and all the important figures in the world gathered in a grandiose castle in celebration of a Prince’s eighteenth birthday. Naturally, as the daughter of two of the trusted followers of the throne, you had been invited. You could still picture it all clearly—the weeks ahead of preparation despite being a guest who would most likely befriend the shadows and be accompanied by the walls until the party ended. Still, your mother insisted you be dressed to the nines. Calling out for the best dressmakers to travel to Inarizaki with the sole purpose of transforming you into—as what your mother called —“a butterfly who attracted attention, but would be out of reach.”

You were close to telling your mother she would return home from the party disappointed. Unless she could accept you were more of a moth who clung to the unknown corners.

Not that you thought lowly of yourself, but you preferred the term... realistic. Yes, realistic was what you were. You simply accepted the fact you weren’t the prettiest, the most sociable, nor the most interesting woman to ever be attending these balls. Perhaps only slightly above average all thanks to the respectable status and money you were born with, but otherwise not as dreamy as your mother painted you out to be.

See, you weren’t the best dancer. Your mother had given up halfway into dancing classes once she realized you were a lost cause. Little did the both of you know, that from that night onwards, the young woman who had two left feet would someday master the art of dancing all to impress a certain Prince who wouldn’t stop looking at her that night.

His name was Suna Rintaro—the Crown Prince by birth.

And you had caught his eye.

In fact, you must have captured his entire attention and bewitched his whole being that he was unable to take his eyes off of you and pushed through the crowd, all to ask for a dance.

You said yes. He said you made him the happiest man that night.

“Truly?” he echoed, as if a gorgeous Prince like him ever experienced his dance invitations rejected before. “You would dance with me?”

“It would be my pleasure, Your Highness. I...I am not great at dancing though,” you began to stutter, palms growing damp behind the lace gloves. “Perhaps you ought to find somebody better? I am uncertain I am the best choice to dance with tonight—”

“You are the best choice,” the Prince grinned, and your heart skipped a beat in awe at how someone could be effortlessly charming. You barely even noticed he was already leading you to the dance floor until you felt a hundred pair of eyes on you. All these people who bore more importance and held heavier money in their pockets witnessed how the Prince slid his warm hand above your waist then, his smile just as soothing as the little finger rubs to ease your nerves. “You are—” he leant closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “The only one who I want to share this dance with.”

 You awoke with a jolt, heart pounding a mile a minute as the memory replayed in your head. Like a film caught on tape, you could still hear the violins singing at the top of their lungs, the cello hitting deep notes that vibrated within your bones. You could still feel the warmth of the Prince’s touch as he danced the night away with you. How gentle he had been to walk you out the gardens just to shyly murmur how he found you beautiful.

Beautiful.

Until suddenly you were not—or more like, you had never been beautiful to him.

“My love,” a voice—one that used to be comforting but now only brought pain—broke you out of your reverie. “I prepared breakfast for you. We should go downstairs and eat.”

Your husband, Rintaro, sat at the edge of your bed with a pinched frown. As if he was worried. He had no right to be, yet somehow, there was still that voice at the back of your head rejoicing in delight. Because he came. He came to find you. You woke up with him, and sure, it didn’t erase yesterday’s events, but could it mean something? You so badly wanted to reach out to him when his hand snaked across the mattress to find yours. Offering you a small squeeze. Looking so concerned you would have believed it all over again.

How was it possible someone could be both your happiness and torment?

No! your inner voice screamed at you. Don’t let him get close.

Blinking back the tears you hadn’t noticed arrived, you kicked the blankets off of you and trudged to the bathroom when you felt bile rise from your throat. Right. Such great timing. You were pushing the toilet lid up the next second, knees scraping against the floor as you emptied your stomach. Your head pounded as you did so, and you winced, remembering just now how Prince Tooru had visited and you drank yourself to your limit.

Which, obviously, was a decision you regretted making.

“My love!” Rintaro was behind you in an instant. He rubbed your back, held your hair up as you retched a few more times, and whispered sweet nothings that did nothing but to intensify that sick feeling in your stomach. “How much did you drink? I was so worried for you, honey—”

You slapped his hand away.

“Don’t call me that.”

If Rintaro looked defeated, he hid it extremely well. “Please. I only worry for you,” he helped you up on your feet. Fortunately for him, you were too wobbly on your own legs to complain. You quietly let him sit you on the closed toilet and sat down before you, his knees brushing against your bare feet and his handsome face deceitfully worn. “Listen...we can talk about it later, alright? You need to eat first before you get even more sick.”

“You are concerned over my well-being?”

“I am—”

“It did not feel like that yesterday.”

“Please. Let’s stop fighting.” How rare for the Crown Prince to beg, much say please more than once in a row. Wasn’t he too prideful for that?

As much as you basked in how this man was now on his knees for you, you didn’t trust yourself to not give in to whatever he asked of you. True as it was that it hurt, love didn’t disappear in a night. It wasn’t that easy to un-love someone you planned your whole life with. Of course, going back to that same hellish place he put you in would truly paint you the ignoramus, but you currently didn’t have the power to say no to him just yet. It was two years of being wired to please him at all costs. And it would take more than that to unlearn all the habits you’d formed just to align with who he wanted you to be.

But things would change now. It would no longer be the same, and you could only hope the next chapters of your life would bring about a better change.

Today marked the beginning of you detaching from your husband.

Pushing past him, you walked out with clenched fists. You would not cry in front of him now. You would not let him feel the satisfaction of how perfectly he’d executed his plan of wrapping himself around your finger until the end crashed you both. You would not let him see that you still loved him, still craved him, still fucking wished he would be genuine in comforting you and not because he had to keep you as his pliant wife.

No matter how hard it was, you needed to turn your back on him from now.

“Wait,” he grabbed you by the wrist, and you nearly collapsed on the spot from how much you yearned for his touch. “Where did you get this?”

He was pertaining to the scratches on your palm. The ones you got when he rudely pushed you off. “It’s nothing,” was all you supplied, however, because he didn’t need to know. Rintaro would feel guilty and just feed you honey-like words to thaw the ice in your heart. Soon, you would be putty in his arms again if you weren’t careful enough. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Of course I worry.” He said it like this should be obvious to you by now, and you scoffed.

“Why? Because I’m not the perfect Princess you want me to be anymore now that I have wounds?”

Rintaro’s lips puckered out. “Because I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You hurt me yesterday. Funny how fast your feelings change in the span of a night, no?” you grabbed your wrist before crossing your arms against your chest. “Is this how you always were? Kind one moment, ruthless the next? You put on so many faces and tell too many lies that I have no idea who I am talking to right now. So tell me—are you my husband who promised to take care of me and cherish me until death do us part, or are you the greedy Prince who manipulated me into marrying him?”

Rintaro does not respond. Instead, he manoeuvred around the cramped space of your bathroom and reaches for the first-aid kit on the top shelf. Your husband slowly unrolls the bandages before he takes your hand in his, touch butterfly like that you wondered if he was the same man who had been aggressive yesterday. Still, you waited with baited breath, unable to stop yourself from staring at him. And blessed he was with those hazel eyes who’d seen every ugly part of you yet stayed with you anyway—whether it was out of need or he actually cared sometimes to not mind—and that soft tuft of hair you loved running your hands to. Those lips who recited empty vows and kissed you like he meant it. That voice that made your legs quiver countless nights and now, these hands wrapping the bandages around your blistered palm with patience and grace you knew you had fallen in love with.

Tears sprung once again. Chest squeezing uncomfortably as you realized you still were, and still would, be hopelessly in love with Suna Rintaro. Heart shattering all over again when you began to accept your heart would be a chamber that hung him like an oil painting that never aged through the years. How your love would remain frozen in time along with his smiles, and you loved him so much you sometimes forget he did not love you at all.

He had someone else in his heart when yours cried out no one else’s name but his.

“Why her?” you croak out weakly, nursing your bandaged palm to your chest as you leant against the wall. Feeling your knees weaken little by little. “What does she have that I do not? Why did you love her...but not me?”

“I do not want to talk about it.”

“Why her, Rintaro?”

It was the first time you called him by his first name. The shock is apparent on his face, but Rintaro opted to shake his head before wrapping an arm around your waist. “We should eat first. Then, I will you tell everything.”

Breakfast, while not entirely comfortable, wasn’t as terrible as you expected it to be. It was difficult to stay mad at him when you were greeted by the staff who wouldn’t stop gushing about how your husband stayed up the entire night to cook for you. The said man only blushed in response, seemingly embarrassed and continuously apologizing for the mess he made in the kitchen.

Now, if Rintaro was on a mission to mess with your heart even more, it definitely worked.

All your anger dissipated as you ate the rice soup. The breakfast wasn’t anything flashy, but it contained everything you needed after a hungover. Bananas, some sliced apples, a light soup and some ginger tea to help ease your nausea. Such simple food, yet seeing as how Rintaro grew up with a silver spoon and never had to cook anything in his life before, your husband took multiple attempts to perfect the soup into a plausible taste. Not that you would ever tell him since compliments seemed far and beyond in this already failing marriage. But... you supposed, you could give him some credit. You appreciated the effort, and thanked the staff generously before you both decided to just walk back home and talk.

Greeting people as you go, your husband kept trying to hold your hand. For appearance’s sake, or because he simply wanted to have you close, you didn’t ask anymore. You shoved your hands deep into your pockets and led him into a field of dandelions—one of your favourite places as a child. The bright yellows mixing in with the lush green, along with the fresh breeze, and it would have been picture perfect.

You always wanted to visit here with Rintaro. Tell him some childhood stories. It was something you had been dreaming of around the third month of your relationship, but now that you were here standing next to your husband, you didn’t quite feel the same elation.

“This place is beautiful,” he cut the silence and faces you with a soft smile. “Imagine one day, our kids would run here with us—”

“Why are you doing this to me, Your Highness? Do you take pleasure in my suffering?”

“Princess, I—” he sighed, “Let me explain.”

“Go ahead. Tell me everything from the start and I might be kind enough to understand where you come from.”

And tell you, he did. He told you everything. From how they met, to how he had always felt this ‘pull’ with her and smiled to himself dreamily because gravity pulled him to her; they had this magnetic force that they couldn’t stay away from each other. He told you about the dreams he shared with her. The plans they made. He listed down every little thing he loved about her and remained unaware that you stood there furiously blinking back tears, because you were the wife, and you had never felt so unloved at the face of someone who proclaimed his undying affection for a woman who was not his. He reminisced about how it all went downhill when Iris married Kiyoomi, how they were so lonely that they just found home in each other. He couldn’t help it, he said, I just knew I needed to do everything to make her mine.

We were meant for each other.

And you? Who were you meant for? Perhaps, you were destined for this sick, twisted fate where you felt like the outsider, the third party, the side character, in a story that was supposed to be yours? He looked so in love. And you knew, because you mirrored everything he felt about her. You knew because you looked the same way as he does now when you were in love, and it’s not you—it’s never going to be you. It was never supposed to be you. All you could do was smile bitterly when your husband uttered her name like she had cast a spell on him. Pretending with whatever strength you had left in you to be fine.

“You love her that much you were willing to sacrifice me for it?”

“...I—”

“Did you ever think about how this would make me feel? How-How I welcomed you into my home and told you about my deepest fears and-and none of that had been real? Was there a single moment where you stopped to think maybe you were hurting someone else all because you wanted to be with the woman you want?”

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But that is the thing, Your Highness, you already did. You cannot undo what has been done.”

“I know that,” Rintaro stepped forward, only to be greeted by you keeping the distance bigger. The crestfallen look on his face nearly made you feel bad. “I do not expect forgiveness from you, Your Highness. Absolutely not. But if we could compromise on something—”

“What would we compromise on?” you laughed without a trace of humour, “I love you. I married you because I love you, I care about you, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You married me out of greed. You still wish to proceed with your plans which shows you truly do not care about me, so tell me, what is there to compromise about? I want my husband more than anything else, but that is the one thing you cannot give me.”

Rintaro shook his head. “No, no. I am still yours, Princess. Iris is not my wife, you are. You are the one who I will wake up to every morning, the one I will spend the rest of my life with. We can still do the things you wish for. Iris, she... she is not a selfish woman. She has always been kind enough to let me be with you for the greater good—”

You raised a palm in front of his face.

“Please stop talking.”

Was he defeated? No. Rintaro needed more than this blatant rejection of yours. If he had been that weak or gave up any easily, then he wouldn’t get where he was right now. But at this moment, you could have sworn he meant it when his shoulders fell and called out your name.

“Had we met earlier, I would have loved you first.”

“That just hurts me more.”

“I was, and am genuinely happy with you, my wife,” he reassured, but it didn’t stop making you cry. It didn’t ease the pain as Rintaro slowly encaged you in his embrace. Your tears staining his shirt and fists crumpling the material as you felt yourself die little by little. “Shh, Princess. Not a part of me regrets reciting my vows to you on that day in front of the entire kingdom. Believe it or not, but I adore you. I love listening to your stories and hearing you laugh, and-and you are kind. You are strong. You are an extremely beautiful and loving woman that I am the luckiest man in the world to have been your husband.”

“But you do not love me,” you cried harder, “You will never look at me the way you look at her.” When the Prince remained silent, so did you. He didn’t deny it this time—how you would never receive the same treatment as Iris. That fact alone had you pulling back to stare at your husband’s eyes.

“Does she make you happier than I do, Your Highness?”

Ignorance was bliss, indeed. If only you could turn back time and undo this moment where you stopped curiosity from getting the best of you, perhaps you would not be twice as heartbroken when Rintaro nodded. No hesitation in his features. Just pure love, and an ounce of regret and guilt from the way you slowly crumbled before him.

“Yes, she does. The Princess is my entire universe. I would be utterly devastated and lost without her.”

It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of your body. It became a challenge to speak, to feel the tips of your fingers as you stepped back one time, two time, three times until the distance was just as big as the hole he punctured through your heart. Now, you had enough. You had reached your limit, learned your lesson, been humbled to your place—and Rintaro had no intention of taking his words back.

He meant it.

He would lose himself if Iris disappeared from his life.

With that, you had no choice but to force a smile. “I understand,” you declared, wiping your pathetic tears because it hadn’t been an hour since you promised you would be stronger now. But luck was never on your side, and you still kept tripping and wounding yourself.  “I...I would like to return to the castle, Your Highness. There is no need to extend this trip any longer than it should be.”

“We don’t need to return right away, Princess. There are still plenty of things we can do—”

“Please refrain from sharing any activities with me from now on unless it is bound by duty. No eyes are looking, so you have no responsibilities with me right now,” you sent him a pointed gaze. “I wish to return to the city, and that is final. Do not question my decisions as I will not interfere with yours.”

Rintaro’s lips flattened into a thin line. You couldn’t bear yourself to look at him anymore, so you walked away from him, salty tears cascading down your cheeks, and the wedding ring heavier than the weight in your heart.

From today onwards, you might not recognize yourself anymore.

None of the Princes and their wives questioned the sudden return to Inarizaki Palace.

When they saw you and Rintaro walk in with gloom faces, everyone shuffled to their feet and quickly packed their things. No words or explanations needed. This honeymoon had already ended on a sour note, and now it was time to return to the reality of royal obligations and duties. Duties such as keeping a fake smile plastered at all times when the supportive citizens of Inarizaki waved and cheered at the couples’ arrival. Atrocious obligations such as letting your husband place a possessive hand at the small of your back when the rest of his brothers welcomed you into the lobby, the youngest Prince bouncing at his feet at the sight of you.

“Back so soon, sister? Did you guys enjoy?”

You shared a quick, affectionate glance with Rintaro. “We did. I had the time of my life, but I thought it unnecessary to dilly-dally around in my hometown when royal duties await us all.”

“As expected of my sister. You are always so adept,” praised the marvelled Prince Tobio who had taken himself to looping himself to your arm. It left Rintaro awkwardly following behind as you were guided to your shared chambers, but you weren’t complaining. The youngest Prince was lively and brightened up your bitter days. “Say, would you mind taking me to Greenville someday when we are both free? I heard you had the loveliest manor there.”

“It would be my honour, Your Highness.”

“Please,” he beamed, and instantly, you were given a reason to endure this hell even longer. “Call me brother, we are family now. But ah, it is night time! I should let the both of you rest. Take good care of her, brother!”

Rintaro offered a nod. The both of you waited as Prince Tobio left the room in high spirits when the uncomfortable silence stretched, leaving you to scurry changing into your sleepwear in opt of avoiding your husband’s gaze. Once done, you let your hands roam over the cream pillars surrounding the edges of your king sized bed with a robin egg blue and gold palette. A golden chandelier with diamonds hung from the ceiling above the bed, the bed post textured with coral shaped indents. The same shade of blue hung from the windows. A large television right across the bed with a cream coloured cabinet lined with gold outlines—a perfect room for a man who would be sleeping by himself. Who, by the way, was already comfortably settled into the left side of the bed with his arm propped behind his head.

“Where are you headed?”

“Outside?”

“In your nightgown? Absolutely not.”

“In the drawing room, my Prince. I am not stepping out of our quarters dressed like this.”

“But it is time for bed.”

“Indeed, and I do not wish to share one with you when you and your mistress must have rolled around in it already. Good night, Your Highness,” you sent him a preppy smile, bowing deep before shutting the doors shut. A baffled Rintaro about to leave his bed the last thing you saw.

Hearing the doors close behind you, you practically crashed into the couch. You were beyond exhausted and your head still pounded from your endless crying—it was now time for a good night’s sleep. Not that it would be good, no matter how soft the cushion may be, because the palatial room did nothing but echo the loneliness residing in your heart.

Unbeknownst to you, Rintaro wouldn’t stop tossing and turning in his bed. The clock ticking got to his nerves until he was cracking open every book, tossing the television to random channels, and even swiping his fingers across the countertops to check for dust. He couldn’t sleep—not when his wife wasn’t beside him. This wasn’t how he pictured his marriage out to be; sleeping alone, with his wife intent on keeping her distance. Still, Rintaro thought, shouldn’t he be happy? You were not getting in his way. You were not particularly malicious to Iris on the way back home, or anytime after that, despite his confession that he knew wounded you. You simply ignored her existence, and now it was his turn.

Did you intend on pretending he wasn’t there too? Because Rintaro wasn’t having any of it. He would rather you hit him, scream at him, even call him a monster if it meant you looked at his way.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Rintaro walked to the doors and prepared himself to carry you back to bed when he heard it—the sounds of muffled cries and nearly inaudible whimpers.

He didn’t know why his mouth tasted sour and bitter at the same time.

Rintaro had no idea why he stepped away from the doors like what stood behind it scared him, and slowly returned to the bed. The door acted as a barrier between the two hearts who unknowingly kept themselves up and awake until the sun rose the next morning—Rintaro with a heavy chest of guilt, and your heart gradually losing the spark it once held for him.

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I KNOW THAT'S NOT..

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“Wassup my loves!!” You greeted the camera, waving both of your hands excitedly to show your enthusiasm.

“You guys have been BLOWING—“, you emphasized the word to show how much you’ve been harassed over the video, “—me up ever since I made the first omegle video.”

“So, since I love you all so very much, I’ll continue the series today. Let’s just hope we don’t get flashed in the first 5 minutes.”

You press the button to start talking to someone and you meet a really pretty girl. You both talk about some tv shows before you leave to talk to some more people for the video.

You met a lot of really cool people men and women and occasionally some really adorable fans. Though, that still didn’t stop you time running into flashers and racist men. It didn’t bother you all too much though all you could do is laugh or yell and click next.

“Okay y’all, this will be the last person I speak to since this video is getting kinda long. Let’s hope and pray we don’t leave off with absolute chaos.”

You press the button for the final time and to your surprise your met with a handsome guy. He has wavy, short, brown hair that’s styled a little messy but he made it work.

He was wearing a simple black tee and the pants were.. well you couldn’t really see what he had for bottoms because the camera only caught his torso. If you had to guess though, probably sweatpants.

“Hi! How are you?” You greeted him with a warm smile, partially to get him comfortable but also because he was a lil too fine.

“I’m good, thank you. And you?” His voice was deep. Not too deep where it just sounded corny but the deep that puts you into a good sleep.

“I’m doing good. I’m glad to finally be talking to a sane person and not getting start up flashed.” You slightly chuckled.

He sat up straight once he heard the words come out of you, “Thank you! I was finna hop off it got so bad.” There was amusement in his voice.

Your lips turned into a smile, you were glad you could share your experience with at least somebody, you thought you were starting to lose it. “They’re entirely too bored on this site.”

You both laugh at that.

You quite a time talking to this man nonstop about any and everything. You talked so naturally with him you were so close to exchanging numbers with him, though your thoughts are quickly forgotten when your eyes catch the time on the right-hand corner of your laptop screen. Y’all had been talking for an hour! How had you not notice? And how did you forget about the whole video you were filming?

“Oh. Um, I’m sorry but I have to go! I didn’t expect to stay here for this long and I have work I need to do!”

“No worries. Nice meeting you.”

You nodded your head with a smile, “Likewise uh..” You waited for his name, how you didn’t ask before was beyond you but oh well.

“Suna.”

“Y/n.”

There was a smile plastered on both of your faces as you waved goodbye to each other. Yours was definitely more bigger than his but you didn’t care, he had a good personality and even better appearance of course you’d be smiling ear to ear.

Once you clicked off the site you looked at your camera, toning down your smile just a bit.

“Well! That was a ride, I hope you all enjoyed this video. I love you all very much and goodbye!”

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[a/n]: we’re finally getting started!! hope y’all enjoy this smau cause I enjoy doing it 😁

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— a suna rintaro x f!reader smau series

synopsis:

You are a new streamer who has been rising in popularity recently. One day on stream as your answering questions you slip up and say you think Suna is cute. One thing meads to another and you and Suna’s relationship is growing more and more but, as time progresses & more people get involved your left wondering.. was this the right thing to do?

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GENRE: comedy + angst, written + smau

SCHEDULE: whenever i get time 😁

TROPES: streamer!y/n, streamer!suna, strangers to lovers

STATUS: ongoing

WARNINGS: kys & kms jokes, suggestive jokes, mentions of self-harm (i’ll tag anyways + it’s further down as the smau goes), 18+, un-cannon friendships, miscommunication, drama, fights, toxic relationships between people, (more to come as the story goes on!)

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episodes:

SEASON 1:

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➤ S1:E3

➤ S1:E4

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[more episodes to come!!]

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BEHIND THE PHONE — s. kita smau

[ posted : July 16, 10:00 p.m. ]

CHAPTER 11. THIS BITCH TOOK MY CAR.

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Note :: okay so this was the first date, im definitely going to go more in depth because they’re not actually dating yet and i want it to get slightly more sentimental between them because i have a whole speech i want kita to say and shiiii sooooo yeah! also for those who care, i did get off work early today, i didn’t close up so YAY, but the girl i was working with was talking to me non stop and the other girl left me to do everything during rush hours so fu and pls let me work to the other girl <3.

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[rinslutz]

FRIENDS WITHOUT BENEFITS — suna rintaro smau

signing with your record label, they had one rule: don't date the other artists or anyone at all. so instead, you and suna enter a friends with benefits arrangement. you’re not sure how much longer you can keep this “relationship” hidden when you find out that you’re pregnant.

pairing(s): suna rintaro x fem!reader

genre: angst !

tropes: friends with benefits, pregnancy, unrequited love, mutual pining, miscommunication (+ more later)

warnings: 18+ scenes, mentions of abortion, (+ more later)

taglist: (open)

schedule: every other day

artists + others

CHAPTERS:

001.

002.

003.

004.

005.

006.

007.

008.

009.

010.

(more chapters coming soon)

taglist: (open)

#series: fwob #haikyuu angst #haikyuu smau series #haikyuu smau #smau series #smau #suna x reader #suna rintarō #suna rintaro angst #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro #suna angst #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro smau #suna smau #suna rintaro x female reader #suna rintaro fic #suna rintaro x you #suna x y/n #suna x female reader #suna smau series #suna rintaro au

[attemptinghaikyuu]

~Choose your own Ending: Epilogue~

There’s only so many days- only so many moments you get to enjoy before your life will come to a stop. You hope you’ll get as many golden memories as you can in your life, but you wonder if they’ll be enough.

Enough to satisfy you, to keep you warm on cold nights, and to bask in when you feel dark and cold.

You shiver.

Morbid thoughts, have strangely, followed you to the beach. You let the warm sand underneath your feet and sounds of gulls above, wash away the thought’s languidly rolling around in your mind.

Then, you get up, and after a quick pat down in an attempt to get all the sand that’s glued itself to your skin off of yourself, you start sprinting towards the two dark haired men in the water. They’re carrying each other and dropping one another in the water.

You grin as you shout, “Hey! Rin! Osamu says he’s stronger than you!”

You’ve reached the water and begin to slow down your pace as cool water reaches your knees. The waves splash against them.

“Wow,” you hear Rin say. “Have I not been the one throwing you in the water for the past 15 minutes? Babe, did you not ask me to? Do you need glasses?”

Osamu proceeds to push Rintarou over.

“I’ve thrown ya a few times too,” he huffs it, watches as Rin sticks his tongue out at him, and walks to you after splashing Suna’s face.

“Do you want me to show ya that I’m strong?”

He’s asking you, and even though the answer is yes yes yes, you yawn like the idea bores you.

“Ah nah, I don’t think so sweetheart.”

He swiftly places his arms under your legs and under your back, lifting you into a bridal hold. He walks a good distance into the water, back to wear Rin is sitting, with eyes just above the water.

Osamu shifts, turning to Suna. “Actually, I think ya are stronger Rin,” he drops you suddenly, and you only flail slightly with Suna’s arms automatically wrapping around you and bringing you above the water. Your face was only under for about a second.

“Gee! Thanks Osamu!” you cough dramatically, all while glaring. He’s grinning down at you two.

“Yeah, thanks Osamu,”

Rin’s smiling. It’s soft and it’s directed at you but oh, you know it’s for Osamu too. It’s always for both of you. You love him.

You try to stop it, but you can’t help smiling with your boys.

You think this is a pretty good golden memory, one you’ll keep close to your heart.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu poll #haikyuu osamu #haikyuu suna #miya osamu #osamu x y/n #osamu x you #osamu x reader #osamu x suna #sunaosa #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna x reader #suna rintarō #suna rintaro #haikyuu poly #y’all I think I ship it now😞 #haikyuu thoughts #<- tag this series is under #I’ll be making a little list for the series in the next couple days #but the tag it’s under will still be there!

[sukunoon]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏. ↳ codename: fox ↳ suna rintarou x fem!reader

◃◃ prev | m.list | taglist | next▹▹

synopsis. in order to retrieve evidence against the mafia, he finds himself in a populated office building, stuck in an elevator with the man he was searching for.  

content warnings. assassin!AU, mafia!AU, guns, knives, descriptions of blood, descriptions of violence, descriptions of death, fire - [ if i missed anything let me know ! ]

word count. 1.4k

author’s note. heheh first part! i’m so excited i have a plan for everything but these take so long to write- this one took my hours...also i feel like i should make a playlist for this >:))

the elevator music played quietly in the background as the businessmen talked amongst each other, being good friends ever since they met each other in the office. with a small ding, the doors split apart, revealing a hooded man that wore only sweatpants and his dark colored hoodie with red blotches covering the front.

it was odd to see someone with such baggy clothing in such an expensive building, but the two continued on nonetheless as the man shuffled passed to two of them to the back of the elevator.

“did ya hear the news goin’ around, felix?” the one on the right with his dark red suit fit to his features, asked with a small smirk on his lips.

“i don’t like that smile you have teddy,” the other who’s name seemed to be felix, in a dark blue colored suit, mumbled under his breath as he rolled his eyes. “about the genocide?”

teddy, nodded his head enthusiastically. “the mafia genocide, felix.” he annunciated the word mafia as if it was common knowledge. that was the name going around for the killings according to twitter. “they killed all those people and the police did nothing.”

“yes, i heard about that. but it seemed like there was nothing the police could do.” felix shrugged, not too concerned with the problems that didn’t revolve around him.

“nope i don’t accept that, they coulda done a lot more than ya think, the police are taking orders from the mafia leader, i just know it.” he grinned as if he was an ace detective that had just solved a case.

“what?” felix rolled his eyes, his chin dipped to his chest as his head dropped. he rubbed his forehead at the words of his friend. “teddy, enough with your conspiracy theories, you know they’re never right.”

teddy’s grin turned into an evil-like ‘i told you so’ type of grin as he pulled his phone from his pant pocket. “you just choose not to believe felix,” he coed. “but this time, i have proof!” he made a small, over dramatic drum roll on his legs, making felix roll his eyes once more.

“proof?”

teddy swiped up, inputting his phone’s passcode and clicking the photo icon on his screen. “i had ben do some diggin’ into the call logs after the mafia genocide happened, and this is what he found.” after inching closer to felix, he clicked on the audio clip, adjusting the device so he could hear better.

“listen, you have to stop this, i’m begging you to stop this sir! that last show you put on was genocide!” felix’s eyes widened as he wet his lips, a grimace setting in on his features as the audio continued. “so many innocent lives died last night and it cannot be overlooked any longer. the media got ahold of everything, it spreading like wil-” and the audio cut out.

he stopped for a moment, shaking his head slightly as he questioned. “was that...the police chief?”

teddy nodded, his grin now disappeared and a determined frown took over his lips. “i think the police have no power over what the mafia does.” he closed his eyes as he spoke, something he always did when he began a rant, felix knew that. “there’s no way the police chief out of all people would say somethin’ like that, even if it’s not clear that he’s talkin’ to the mafia boss, it’s implied...right felix?”

he sighed at felix’s response; silence. it was common for felix to do that, at least that’s what teddy thought. his eyes fluttered open. “felix-” his head turned to his best friend. “felix..?” he breathed.

the happy elevator music continued as teddy’s posture wilted, his skin turning pale as he opened and closed his mouth without a word coming from his throat. in front of him was his best friend leaning against the side of the elevator, his neck slit and his jaw slack, the life that was once in his eyes there now gone.

“AHHHHH!” the most gut wrenching scream filled the small area as his vision became blurry. his back hit the opposite side of the elevator as he backed into it, his hand covering his mouth as gags periodically came from his throat.

tears fell from his cheeks as he shut his eyes, blinding him from his surroundings. only the feeling of an obnoxious pain in his stomach made him squint his eyes.

in front of him was the hooded man that stood behind him in the elevator. his head fell, the man was holding a knife in his stomach as red liquid dripped onto the floor. “wha-” he coughed, blood dripping down his chin and down his suit as he ripped the knife from his stomach, making teddy slid to the floor.

the man stepped over to felix, grabbing something from his pocket only to glance at it for a moment before putting it in his own. “what are- ya..?” he coughed once more, holding his stomach as the life slowly drained from his eyes. the man bent down next to teddy, grabbing his phone from his pocket only to stand back up.

“ya don’t..know the pass-” teddy’s eyes widened as the man typed in his password without hesitation. his entire body shook at the thought of what that man was, who he was with, but then, it clicked as the elevator dinged and slowly revealed what was behind the door.

“the..mafia, yer with the..mafia.” he stuttered as he stared at the scene behind the door. the bloodied bodies of his coworkers, practically ripped apart as they were strewn across the floor, the desks, the tables.

a pit formed at the bottom of his stomach as he now struggled to breathe properly. he tore his eyes away from the ground floor and back to the man who was now replaying the audio message from before. there was something plugged into his phone he couldn’t quite make out.

as the audio stopped, the man unplugged the cord and pocketed it, throwing the phone onto the ground in front of him. he stepped out of the elevator, crushing the phone into pieces in the process.

as the elevator door began to shut once more, the man stopped it with his hand, stepping through the doorway just enough to see teddy as he lay slumped on the floor. “you- the mafia..” he whimpered, his breathing erratic as he held his stomach.

the man reached behind to his back, lifting his hoodie slightly to get what was hanging from his belt. teddy’s eyes widened as the barrel of a pistol was now pointed at his head. “wrong.” his voice was low, filled with a type of malice teddy had never heard as he pulled the trigger. the muffled sound of the shot echoed throughout the first floor of the building.

he cleared his throat as he walked towards the door, stepping over bloodied bodies as he did so. he shoved his hands in his pockets as he opened the door, steadily turning the corner before the crowds could gather.

he let out a sigh as his hood fell from the wind, revealing his black hair in a messy bun on the back of his head, his baby hairs swayed with the wind. with a few swift movements, he tore off the large, baggy hoodie and sweatpants. underneath those baggy clothes was a black suit that fit him almost too perfectly.

he rolled his shoulders back, flexing his sore muscles as he reached into his pocket. as he did, he threw his blood spattered clothes behind him and into the air, pulling the lighter he’d taken from one of the men in the elevator from his pocket. with a quick flick of his wrist, the flame of the lighter caught his clothes, lighting them ablaze.

the flame of his clothes soon caught the side of the office building as further he walked down the street to his destination. he sighed once more, cracking his neck as the fire burned in the distance, the civilians watched the building in horror.

it wasn’t long before he arrived at the place he’d been looking for. he stopped, opening the glass door to the red telephone booth that sat on one of the back alleys. he grabbed the phone, his slender fingers tapping at the numbers as he dialed the number he’d been given. he held the phone to his ear as it rang, soon to be picked up on the other end.

“codename: fox.”

@sapphicshav​​​ @memosa​​ [ sorry i had to repost it cuz tags- ]

#[ꕥ] — heart on fire #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu series #assassin!suna #suna imagines #haikyuu suna #suna rintarō #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou series #suna rintaro drabbles #suna rintaro scenarios #suna rintaro #suna rintaro imagines #suna #suna headcanons #suna series #suna au

[afyrian]

masterlist

series

ONGOING a seaward spark | merman!keiji akaashi x fem!reader the longest contract | suna rintarō x fem!reader

POSTPONED sleuthing spider | tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

miniseries

his time isn’t finished | tmr ben

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #marvel #marvel x reader

[yeonniesblog]

“that escalated quickly”

Suna x fem!reader

Synopsis : you ask your childhood friend to show his pp due to a certain encounter

Note : YOU NEED TO READ A SMALL PART ONE TO GET IT SO DONT MISS IT OUT, mdni.

 ⩩ part : 1, current one, ⩩ part : 3

Mouth agape, your eyes shimmering, looking straight into his green ones, while your hands rests upon his thighs to hold yourself.

The hot breath on his tip is leaving him with tingles under his skin and just when the wetness of your tongue meets his dick, suna loses it.

He holds your jaw, and as on command, just like a obedient kitten, your lips wraps around his member tightly, mind fuzzy as his tip feels the back of your throat, he shudders, it's just halfway through.

“y/n” your eyes locks with his again, his heart is beating abruptly and even if he could feel the caverns of your mouth, it isn't warm enough.

The inexperienced swirl of your tongue even if gives him jolts throughout his body, it just doesn't satisfy the desire at the pit of his stomach and he feels the need to hold your head and mouthfuck you mercilessly.

But with the doe eyes that you look up, they look so fond of what they were seeing now, his thighs clenches, fuck he is cumming just from looking at your face—

Pants followed with clenched eyes, he is prepared to paint your mouth white yet the stimulation disappears.

Eyes shot open immediately searching for the incomplete warmth, but the only thing he sees is his dim ceiling, sheets half covering his body and how the ticking sound of the clock is echoing through his dorm.

Yet another wet dream this week, suna probably has gone crazy to think about you that way especially after he himself left your dorm, turning your sweet request down.

He is no where near a virgin but man, his wet dreams nowadays, especially about you makes him take a memory tour when he was going through his puberty. Horny and restless.

He seems like a dick, he has been called one here and there but he wasn't one to his dear friends but now even suna is rethinking if the jerk contact saved in atsumu's phone for him was really deserving.

Because he left you, no not by just telling you that you are sick and you will regret this but after leaving hickeys on your skins and with a red swollen lips of his own.

He rejected your proposal and yet he had the audacity to pull you closer, grip your waist and make out with you. It seems like he is the one who is out of his mind.

And If that wasn't enough, he has been avoiding you when you try to talk, skipping classes that had dear y/n in it too, canceling group hangouts which includes you and all sorts of stuff a person would do when they ghost you.

But shit, how could he face you when everytime he looks at your face more than ten seconds, he could feel his pants tightening, his dick twitching. he is shameless, he wants to bang his head against the wall.

Because believe him, he is not someone who cares about this type of stuff alot, or care about someone that much to hold himself back— he believed that one night stands were okay, since it's a adult thing.

But is it really okay for him to do this when you are his friend, because your parents sure trust him not to fuck their daughter or have wet dreams about you.

Fuck this is all you fault, If you just didn't, didn't ask him with those doe eyes, glimmering with desperation like a kid who wants a toy, yet those facile eyes showed lust, lust which were overcoming your senses.

The same lust that is now clouding his mind by just the thought of you. It's a lie if he said he doesn't want to wreck you on his cock, he wonders how satisfying and warmer it will feel inside you in reality rather than those empty dreams.

Your fucked out face and you just moaning his name, with the same sickeningly sweet tone you used over the years to call him.

That's cuts off to how his hands are again roughly palming himself while he sat on the toilet uncomfortably, fuck no he should stop. He really should stop jerking off to the thought of you, to the photo of you in his phone.

The photo you sent on the same night he left you being wet and restless, the night he left with a visible buldge in his pant, the night he first jerked off to you, exposed thighs visible on his screen in a way that with just a little more heists up of your skirt and he could see your heat leaking through you.

Maybe he should also let you see the dick, you wanted to see so adorably, with his pretty hands wrapped around it?

suna rintarnou sent a snap.

Taglist : @tojicvmslut @bluecatton @nagitosfrontallobe @antwuver @navywavy99 @bbyxxm @kazumihaitani @dearsunaa

#TURNING THIS INTO A SERIES #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #hq x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbes #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x you #suna x you #suna smut #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna rintarō

[atzuums]

don’t smile at me — suna rintaro au

when you become the photographer for famous model suna rintaro you were excited. your dreams are soon crushed when you realize he’s an asshole, but maybe that’s just how he flirts.

pairing: suna × fem!reader

genre: crack, fluff, angst, written + smau

tropes: unrequited love, enemies to lovers, photographer!reader, model!suna.

warnings: mean!suna, strong language.

taglist: closed

schedule: every day

status: completed

suna & friends | y/n & friends

CHAPTERS

ONE : pretty boy suna

TWO : oh no, she’s hot

THREE : i don’t actually think you’re hot

FOUR : im not mean

FIVE : this is so awkward

SIX : he’s such an asshole

SEVEN : rude comment

EIGHT : i should quit

NINE : menacingly

TEN : i need your help

ELEVEN : im sorry

TWELVE : friends

THIRTEEN : losers

FOURTEEN : don’t act like this

FIFTEEN : glaring

SIXTEEN : obvious

SEVENTEEN : i don’t mean to pry

EIGHTEEN : against the rules

NINETEEN : where is he

TWENTY : ghosting

TWENTY ONE : quitting

TWENTY TWO : dummy

TWENTY THREE : let me explain (tw: mentions of suicide)

TWENTY FOUR : just friends

TWENTY FIVE : first date

TWENTY SIX : jealous bitch

TWENTY SEVEN : losers in love

* pictures used in this story do not belong to me.

#series: dsam #haikyuu!! #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu smau #smau #suna rintarō #suna smau #suna rintaro fic #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro smau #suna series #suna rintaro angst #suna rintaro smut #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintarou #suna rintaro #smau series #haikyuu smau series #hq suna

[kqiji]

suna would 1000000% lean into you whenever you give him any type of physical touch, what can he do? he seems like one to be touch starved.

petting his head? leans into your hand.

hugging him? literally just goes limp against you.

holding his hand?? 10000% would squeeze your hand, doing the thumb rubbing thingy.

kissing him? would pull you even closer.

in conclusion, pls just give him a big kiss nd hug.

#✧♡ HAIKYUU series ! #haikyu x reader #hq x you #haikyuu!! #hq imagines #suna rintarō #rintarou suna #suna #suna headcanons #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro imagine #suna x reader #suna x you #headcanon

[mavrintarou]

Suna's Camera [6]

Here's the second to the last part... cutting close to baby boy's birthday.

Warning: mentions of period; explicit description

Fifth part

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You groan, awaken by someone snuggling against your neck and familiar hands groping your chest from beneath your shirt.

“Rin?” you mumble, fingers threading through his wet hair. “Did you just get here?”

He kisses along your jaw and looks down at you, “I came inside, took a shower, and you were out cold the entire time.”

A tired yawn escapes you and he chuckles, kissing your lips softly, “sorry I was an asshole earlier.”

Your period arrived and for the first time, you understood why all some girls want during their menstrual cycle is chocolate and cuddles from their boyfriend.

You messaged Rintarou what he was doing and asked if he could pick up some chocolate and feminine products for you.

[Tarou] What happen to you’re going to leave me alone. Don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me. Just let me be during those days :P

Fair enough, you did say that to him.

[You] don’t worry, I got it then

He messaged you throughout the day and you gave him simple response if not none.

[Tarou] are you mad at me? Why aren’t you replying to me? [Tarou] I got you some chocolate, a ton of chocolate. And one of each feminine product on the shelf because I don’t know what you need.

Rintarou rolls over, pulling you into his arm, “please don’t be mad at me, I’m sorry.”

You snuggle closer into his naked chest. “I’m not mad, I just slept the whole day and didn’t see your text messages.”

He wiggles against you, “stop rubbing…”

Something pokes your abdomen.

You pull away, looking at him. “I – I can’t…”

“I know,” he groans, face burying against your temple. His hips ruts against your hips, feeling for any kind of friction. “Can… we try something?”

You narrow your eyes at him, “what are you up to?”

“Can you suck me for a second?”

You push him on his back and scoot down. His bulge is straining against his boxer briefs. With a tug, his cock sprang free.

You lick along his cock, lapping it before taking him into your mouth.

“Okay…” he breaths, “enough…”

You pull away with a string of saliva trailing. He pushes you on your back, kneeling in between your legs and tugs off your sweatpants only. He scoots down, face close to your crotch and you reach for him when he catches your hands. “Trust me.”

You watch him kiss the insides of your thighs, nipping and licking. Small red marks along with teeth marks imprinted on your skin.

He sits up and holds both your legs, straighten them.

“Keep them together, okay?”

You press your thighs together as requested, and he lifts himself up on his knees. He hugs your thighs, pulling them against his chest and something presses between your thighs.

Your heart thumped against your chest seeing the tip of his cock pushing past your thighs and disappearing as Rin begins thrusting in between your thighs.

His breath is rugged, and he pushes your shirt up, exposing your tits. “Touch your tits for me.”

You palm your tits, squeezing them gently since they were sensitive. Your thumb and pointer finger pinches and tweaking your perky nipples.

His cock becomes slick with each thrust, arousing you surprisingly. His hold around your legs tighten as he snaps his hips faster and harder.

Rin grunts, pushing his cock past your thighs and ropes of white ribbons spills over your chest.

Your thighs press, squeezing his cock.

“That was hot…” he breaths, combing his hair back.

He reaches for his phone and hand the phone to you, “take a picture, please?”

Your nose scrunch in distaste but you snap a photo of the mess he made.

“What are you going to do with all these photos?”

“I have an Instagram account for it.”

Your eyes widen and he laughs, kissing the inside of your ankle. “Just kidding, it’s all for me and when I’m away.”

He drops your legs and tucks himself back inside his boxer briefs.

You reach for the box of tissues, and he takes it from you, wiping you clean.

He drops beside you, pulling you close. “Can I ask you something?”

You hum against his chest.

“How come you don’t ever post any pictures of us on your account?”

You pause, you weren’t one to post in general on your social media. “I… guess I don’t like to?”

It was quiet for a second before he asks, “are you… embarrassed of me as your boyfriend?”

You pull back, looking at him. “Suna Rintarou,” you stare at him in disbelief. “You are a professional volleyball player and has over a million followers… and you think I’m embarrassed of you?”

“I saw you do post on your Instagram, but you don’t ever share any photos with me.” He chews on his lower lip, “I share photos of you on my account.”

You gaze at Rin silently, realizing that you didn’t have many photos of you two together because he’s always the one taking pictures.

You lean to kiss his lips. “I’m sorry. I like to keep my personal life private, but I’ll do my best to share some photos of us here on.”

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> > > @callmeraider @amarinthe @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @julfdm

E/N: For sure, one more part and it'll come out on 1/25 :)

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu suna #hq suna #suna rintarou #suna scenarios #suna smut #suna rintaro scenarios #suna x you #suna rintarou smut #suna series #suna rintarō #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro #suna x y/n #suna x reader #simping for suna rintarou

[t4kalcvr]

BEHIND THE PHONE — s. kita smau

[ posted : June 19, 1:40 am ]

CHAPTER 2. Captains talk

previous // master list // next

Note :: yall show me mercy it’s hard to find vb photos of guys with oreo hair, i literally had to edit it on and it’s still not 100% accurate. :’)

Tag list 🏷️ :: @idkanymorebuthere

#📱—BEHIND THE PHONE! #anime fanfic #anime #anime fanfiction #fanfiction #haikyuu!! #kita shinsuke #shinsuke kita x reader #kita x reader #kita x you #kita x y/n #suna rintarō #miya twins #miya osamu #miya atsumu #haikyuu smau series #haikyuu smau #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu daichi #haikyū!! #fluff #crack #crack fic #suna rintaro haikyuu

[rinslutz]

BRO CODE ♡ ྀ 08 ABANDONED

M.LIST | PREVIOUS & NEXT

two years after breaking up with your ex, osamu, you have moved on with your life. you finally get a big role in an up coming tv show after years of small insignificant roles. when you find out that your co-star is suna rintaro, your ex’s best friend who you despise, you plan on dropping the role. however, suna isn’t exactly how you remember and for some reason you start catching feelings.

#series: brocode #haikyuu angst #haikyuu smau series #smau series #haikyuu smau #smau #suna rintaro angst #suna smau #suna x you #suna angst #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro #hq suna #suna x reader #suna rintarō #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro smau #suna rintaro fic #miya osamu x y/n #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu osamu #miya osamu smau #miya osamu angst #osamu #osamu x you #osamu angst #miya osamu #osamu x reader

[attemptinghaikyuu]

~Choose your own Ending~

Suna knows he shouldn’t push his disappointment on to you. Or his frustration. You’re an important person to him and he doesn’t want you getting upset with his attitude. It was leaking out right now, sarcastic words slipping from his lips like poison.

“I love the final look, it’s supposed to scream that you’re all uptight like you’re gonna explode, right?”

He only just apologized, got your full forgiveness. You had smiled and talked and it had just been you two sitting on a couch too close together. It had felt perfect listening to you.

You’d been talking about Osamu.

“Are you finally going to leave or what?”

Why was he pushing you? Why was he pushing Osamu? He loved having Osamu around as much as he did you. His poison continued dripping.

“Don’t be such a drag tonight Osamu,”

He knows he should’ve done better.

“I know you’ll both miss me, but don’t think of me when you kiss, ‘kay?”

That he should’ve clarified when he told you he liked you, that his joking tone wasn’t real. He wouldn’t be getting stared at by you and Osamu the way he was right now if he had. You probably didn’t remember. He was serious though. He wanted to tell you right now he was serious. He wanted that damn Miya to be okay with him liking you, and while he was up in this make believe wish world, he wanted Osamu to ask him out while he was at it too. He needed Osamu to keep that door open forever.

“Don’t try to-

Click.

The doors lock rings, and Suna’s words die on his tongue.

It made sense that the two of you had simply left. He was acting out. He was being petty.

He missed you both already.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu suna #suna x y/n #suna rintaro scenarios #suna x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna rintarō #haikyuu osamu #osamu x y/n #osamu x you #osamu miya #osamu x reader #sunaosa #didn’t think this was going to go poly but I have no idea how to wrap this up without my heart hurting without it #haikyuu thoughts #<- tag this series is under

[sukirichi]

[ BROKEN RECORDS : 009. ]

→ heartbroken after breaking up with his ex, suna rintaro hits up an old flame to ease the pain. or at least using you to get someone off his mind was what he intended, until suna realizes that maybe, you were the real one he truly wanted to forget.

cw. family drama. angst. toxic characters. toxic relationships. cursing. slightly suggestive. unedited.

notes. reblogs / feedbacks / comments are appreciated <33 

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[ playing track 009.  ] → all of the memories feel like magic, all of the fighting seemed so sweet. all that we were, my love, was tragic — and you’re the last thing that i need.

Waking up each morning to brush your teeth, get ready for the day, come to the office, and be forced to listen as the meetings droned on and on – you never noticed how dull your life had been all along. You'd been too immersed in your little escapades with Suna to ever realize these routines you stuck to were numbing. Dreadful, even, and you could barely take another sip of the complimentary coffee.

It was a vicious cycle. At this point, you didn’t try hiding your boredom anymore. You stared out at the windows, chin cradled in your hands as you mindlessly twirled a pen. Once the meeting finished and the room had been emptied, a hand tugged at your sleeves.

“You weren’t paying attention today,” your mother sighed. Inviting herself to sit before you, she crossed her legs, stealing your coffee to take a sip before she grimaced.

Ah, yes. One of the things you inherited from her – other than the useless wealth and the trust issues she was more than gracious to bestow upon you – would be her sweet tongue. Always so unhinged, the never-ending craving of rotting sweetness seeping to the bone. You wondered if she felt the same way for your Dad. The compulsory need to desire the one thing you were not supposed to have, but badly wanted it enough to consider risking it all anyway.

She pulled a sugar packet from the pocket of her coat, pouring the contents inside the cup. “Did something happen between you and Shinsuke for you to be this spaced out? You’re not usually like this.”

“Are you asking out of concern or do you just want to know if I’ll give you grandchildren?”

“That’s a harsh way of putting it, dear. You act like your own mother can’t be concerned over her child anymore.”

You scoffed at the gracefulness of her stirring the coffee. Your mother was always like this; composed and elegant, even in the face of trials in which normal humans would’ve surrendered already. “Concerned? If you really cared about me, then you would have told me the truth about Dad,” her grip around the cup tightened, further proving your point. “What exactly are you hiding from me, Lucy? Is it true that you seduced Dad even while knowing he was married? Don’t you dare lie because Nagisa told me everything. From how you’ve always had your eyes on Dad, or how you approached him right after his wife got sick. What were you thinking back then?”

A sickening smile plastered on her face, she slapped her free palm down on the table as she stood up. “Don’t you have an appointment with your dermatologist? Go and get that dumb tattoo of yours removed.”

Your nostrils flared. She’d gone two steps away from her seat when you forcibly grabbed her by the shoulder, turning her to you. “Don’t walk away when I’m talking to you, Lucy.”

“You address me as mother, Y/N. I didn’t raise you to be disrespectful.”

“And I never pictured you as a liar,” you spat back, “If what Nagisa said isn’t true, then why won’t you tell me what actually happened before? What about your relationship with Dad that you’re so ashamed about you can’t talk about it? Your silence makes you look guilty. What does that make me now, then? An illegitimate child?”

“Your father and I are married. Nothing is wrong in our family – so you keep it down unless you want our reputation to tank.”

“Seriously? You seduced a married man, you became part of the reason why Nagisa lost her parents and you’re worried about our repu—”

Your mother threw the cup on the ground. Coffee splattered all over the carpet until it got absorbed by the material, yet your mother didn’t blink at the mess. To her, it was no longer her problem, just like how the chaos she’d caused upon your family was overlooked for the sickening sake of reputations and keeping faces.

“Fine, I knew him before! I knew him long before he worked for me, but it was nothing but a silly crush. Did you think I kept tabs on a random guy I found cute up until I was already president of this company?” scoffing, she placed her hands on hips. She fanned herself by the hands before she fell on a nearby seat, mascara running down her face in time with the first fallen tear. “I never told you anything because as my daughter, I didn't want you to be disappointed in me. It's my responsibility to be a good role model to my child. Yes, I indeed knew your father in college, but I genuinely had no idea he was married. The reason why Nagisa…” Lucy swallowed the lump on her throat, her gaze falling to the marble table. “…the reason why your sister hates me so much is because her mom asked us to divorce. Months before she passed away, she said she’d only forgive her husband if we divorced but I refused.”

“What do you mean you refused?” your voice came out as barely a whisper. Your knees weakened as you watched your mother push her hair back, back straightened in an attempt to regain her composure. Like you, she refused to show weakness. “You mean…the reason why you and dad are still bound together by law…it’s because you never wanted to leave him?”

“I love your father, Y/N. What I did back then was selfish for ignoring her last wishes. I was young and stupid, alright? She was going to die anyway so why can’t I stay with him as I pleased?”

You pounded a fist beside her, your face inches away from the face you now felt sickened to the stomach to gaze upon. “Dad cheated on his wife. He made us look like fools. He tore two families apart and yet you’re still letting him waltz back into your life as he pleases? All because you’re in love?”

“You’re too young to understand.”

“No, you’re not making any sense—”

“It was a promise I made, Y/N. I vowed to your father on the day we got married that I’d be with him no matter what; in sickness and in health, for poorer or for richer, and whether it was for the best or not. You’re still too much of a child to understand that certain sacrifices have to be made to keep the promises you made,” Lucy reiterated, flattening her blouse down before raising her chin north. As if she was proud. “That's what unconditional love is. You can call me stupid, you can stop respecting me as your parent, but my heart has never lied to itself as yours do. I may not be able to forgive your father for what he's done, but he is my husband to whom I made a vow. Sometimes you have no choice but to need to learn how to forgive.”

“Certain sacrifices?” you repeated incredulously, picturing a maddened frown you knew so well. “So you sacrificed Nagisa?”

“I took care of your sister because her mother could no longer. She was under my wing and my care. Nagisa would’ve lived a comfortable life if she just stayed with us. I was more than willing to be her stepmother so we could be a complete family – isn’t that what we all wanted?”

“You don’t get to decide what others want or not!”

“You and Nagisa both are my children now. It’s up to me to provide you with everything you need. One day, I’ll convince your sister to join us for dinner as a proper family should—”

“Lucy, you’re just fucking crazy,” you interjected, taking a step back as disbelief flooded your system. This whole time, you believed her. You believed your mother couldn't be wrong about letting you both suffer, but what did you do wrong? You were an innocent child. It wasn't your choice to be born. Nagisa was just as ridiculous as your mother was. Your entire family was built on nothing but lies and betrayal, and you'd had enough of playing along with their charades.

“It is love, Y/N! You’re doing the same to that boy you can never get rid of! Don’t you realize, child? No matter how much Rintaro hurt you, you keep coming back to him like a fool!”

You were at a loss for words. Standing there numbly, you unclenched your fists and took a deep breath. “If that’s how love is going to be, then I’d rather not feel anything at all,” leaning down to her level, you frowned before her face. “Tell me, did you and Dad ever separate, or is he still welcome to come back home to you when he feels like it?”

Lucy refused to meet your eye.

“He’s my husband, Y/N. One day, you’ll understand that this life is not as kind as you’d like it to be. You don’t always need to be logical when it comes to marriages. Sometimes, it’s strategic – it’s a form of business – which is why I’m telling you now that you need to grow up. I’m doing all this for you. I’m whipping you into shape because you need to see it’s not always going to go your way,” exhaling right as she held your gaze, Lucy pursed her lips. “The Kita’s and I have already agreed that you two are to marry this instant to strengthen our ties—”

“No.”

“Excuse me, young lady? Do you think you have a say in this?”

“Don’t drag Kita into this. He’s too innocent to be involved in your schemes or shitty strategic methods. He’s a person, not an asset you can buy off. Kita doesn’t deserve to promise the rest of his life with someone who won’t even love him back.”

Lucy studied your face, darting between your eyes from one another before she cupped her lips, muffling the soft gasp she let out. “The heir is in love with you.”

“But I am not,” you cleared out, “And that’s why as the future president of this company, I proclaim that we will be cutting off ties with the Kita’s from now on. The loss in our stocks if we find new partners will be lesser than if they pull out themselves after knowing you planned on using Shinsuke all along. The business trip, the blind dates – we’re not people whose emotions you can toy with. I refuse to be stuck in an atrocious marriage like yours.”

With that, you walked away from your mother. Your back met her fierce gaze burning holes at the back of your head. “Shinsuke’s accepted his fate long ago, Y/N!” she announced, “He knows this marriage will happen! You can’t escape your fate!”

Placing your palms over your ears never shook away the sound of her voice.

The hairs on your body rose as you made it into the main lobby, nodding to the workers passing by and making sure to plaster on your most polite smile. Granted, you wanted the lies of your family to come to light, but not through this. Not through rumors. It had to be announced if it meant setting everyone free and – “Y/N,” a deep voice greeted, making you stop in your tracks. Lifting your head, your eyes widened at the sight of kind, brown eyes the same shade of coffee he held. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Scanning your surroundings, you immediately stood up straight at the sight of your employees gushing at the both of you. “Oh, Kita-san, you’re back! What’re you doing here? Do you have another meeting with my mother?”

“No, I came here for you,” the sides of his lips turned downwards, brows pinched together in confusion. He must be comprehending how your smile ached the muscles in your face. Kita then pulled you aside right to the door of an empty room, scratching the back of his head before raising the paper coffee trays. “I wasn't sure if texting you would be appropriate now that you're in a relationship, so I came dropped by to give you coffee. Just in case you needed it. You hadn't been updating me on what happened like you promised you would.”

“Sorry about that,” wincing, you flattened your palms together. It was true that you’d promised him to update him beforehand, but you completely forgot about it ever since that day. Kita remained concerned, however, and you sighed. You couldn’t tell him everything without one of your mother’s lackeys possibly eavesdropping.

“Are you free tonight, Kita? I still have those two tickets at this art museum I think you might like.”

Kita caught on quickly to the hesitance transparent in your features. He nodded and took you to his car the next moment, the both of you ending up in an art museum specializing mostly in Romantic classical paintings with a little bit of baroque.

Much to your surprise, Kita led you away from the artists he once said he loved most.

Left with no choice but to keep up with his fast strides, you cursed your stilettos and ran after him. It seemed like Kita realized your state for he was offering his arm not long after. He let you loop your arm around him as he stood in front of a painting mostly filled with reds and blurred-out golden orbs.

In the center stood a man and a woman wearing black berets, matching army green jackets, and the animated lights of the city night right behind them. They were looking at each other, or rather past the other, but met halfway somehow. Half of the girl’s face was painted a pale white with bright red lipstick, a silk kimono adorning the other side of the body. On the bottom of their feet lied cherry blossoms. Soft petals crowded around the man’s feet while plastic, neon ones scattered on the woman’s and Kita’s smile turned nostalgic

“Do you know the story behind this painting?” he pointed to the scribbled letters below that read, “Someone That Loves You.”

“I don’t,” you answered in all honesty, biting the insides of your cheek when you nearly blurted out you were never really interested in art. So no, you had no idea what any of this could mean.

Kita smiled at you before pulling you closer, his hands now brushing against your knuckles resting on his arm. “One night, there were two souls who met in a colorful city. The man was foreign to the country, barely speaking their language and struggling to find his way. Yet, he found the city beautiful. In every corner he looked, lights would be shining bright, people would be laughing with one another and he was awed by how the crowd swallowed him. A thousand lives would’ve passed him by and he would never notice,” he gestured to the display of romantic colors surrounding the man, a burst of reds, oranges and blues softened into blurs. “He called it dreamland; something similar to being stuck in a blissful state he’d never want to wake up from.”

“Then the woman woke him up.”

“Not quite,” Kita laughed, pointing to the half-hidden side of the woman’s face painted powder white.  “You see, the man had no exact destination. He just wanted to explore and cherish the world for what it was. Like everyone else, he had that sort of phase in his life where his curiosity took him places, but he didn't necessarily have an intention to stay. There's a huge difference between wanting to leave parts of you to the world to outright leaving a mark on somebody.”

Kita paused to cast a glance your way, perhaps gauging your reaction if you were still listening. Returning his smile, you sent a sheepish grin. “I'm not quite sure I understand but go on,” you rested your cheek on his shoulder, relishing in the warmth his body offered. “Your voice is soothing, by the way. I hope you don’t mind I’ll close my eyes for a bit.”

“You want to close your eyes in front of art?”

“I’ll have plenty of time to look at it in a different light once you tell me the story.”

Had you opened your eyes then, you would've likened Kita's smile to another form of art.

Yet, he remained quiet, toning his voice a pitch lower as if you were the only one meant to hear the story, his words alone doing a better job at painting the world he wanted you to see.

“He met the woman by chance. Their eyes met, smiles were shared along with the pleasantries, and like magic, an undeniable connection could be felt. It was instantaneous; like a shooting star unseen from miles away. Before you know it, it’s right there burning bright in front of you.”

“Love at first sight.”

“Something like that,” he shrugged, “So they went out for the night. They hopped from one karaoke to the other, the spaces between them diminishing bit by bit. Two souls who’d never met before suddenly were intertwined by this invisible string of fate. Lovers, friends, soul mates… it was hard to tell what they were, but one thing was for sure. They had something special only to them, something that would take a million years or perhaps a few more lifetimes before you could experience that sort of mutual understanding again. No words needed to be spoken. They didn’t need any sort of lexicon to understand each other; their hearts did all the talking. Their touches as gestures from the desire burning within, and lips used for another form of communication,” even with your eyes close, there was no doubt his lips inched closer and closer to the top of your head, a breath away from landing a kiss if he wanted to. You stayed under him, waiting with bated breath if he would, but it never came. Instead, Kita pulled away, his voice sounding like he was miles away from you right now.

You heard him release an exasperated sigh.

“In just one night, they transcended into forever. They surpassed the human error of doubt, fears, and anything else that took away the purity of love,” his fingers wrapped around your wrist, touch so soft and featherlike you doubted he was ever there to begin with. Kita's breath hovered until it fanned against your cheeks. His voice, his touch, his words were as noiseless as it could be. “They touched each other’s skin and felt their pulses come to life. Human instinct gave in, but something otherworldly transpired between two twin flames at that moment.”

“Unconditional love,” you suggested in a mumble. Cracking your eyes open, you were not taken aback to be greeted by Kita’s doe eyes. “No forms of thoughts on who they were, where they came from, what kinds of flaws they might have. Just love in its rawest form.”

“Yes… love at its rawest form,” Kita sighed, “They fell in love until the man woke up after a passionate night. It hadn't even been hours before they were intertwined as one, but the woman was already gone. He searched all over for her. Running after people who shared the same colors she wore on her head, his legs taking him to places he'd never been before yet he didn't fear being lost. To him, nothing could be worse than losing her.”

“What happened then? Did he find her?”

“You cannot find the person you love when the real version of them wouldn’t be that same person,” taking your hand into his, Kita let your pointer finger hover over the other side of the woman’s lips. To the world shown to its viewer, she was smiling, but if you flipped it over until her right side was facing, those same lips were as straight as a pin. “You see, the woman was a geisha. It’s in their profession to entertain and uphold tradition, to be united with art and not with man. Their relationship was doomed from the beginning. They would never be together when she lived in an entirely different world; one was willing to stay behind and the other never meant to stay any longer. Can you guess which is who?”

“I'm guessing…the man was the one willing to stay behind, and the geisha isn't allowed to marry nor be involved with men like that.”

Kita nodded with a small smile, although it wasn’t long before his shoulders slumped, his grip on your arms loosening. “Correct. That's why…this painting has always taught me a lesson. And that is to be careful with who I love because I wouldn't ever want to keep searching for a person who never wanted to be found.”

Whether your understanding of his implications was correct or not, you didn't dare comment any further. You simply took it upon yourself to detach yourself from him, attention focused on the one thing that had been bugging you since you saw the painting.

“The cherry blossoms– it’s not the same.”

“The cherry blossoms he's standing under are the real ones. The ones she's walking past are nothing but street decorations; lights shaped like flowers to bring more glow to the city night. While the cherry blossoms normally represent a renewal of life as it blooms for the beginning of spring and end of winter, it also teaches the importance of the present time. How fleeting it is; how we only realize how significant a certain event is until it's all part of the past. In a way, it's the ironic thing about being mortal. You take time for granted, but at the same time, in the knowledge that nothing lasts forever, it makes us hold on to precious memories that keep us going on,” Kita’s eyes widened into saucers as his mouth fell ajar, facing you with a tinge of pink clear on his cheek. “Shit, I’ve been rambling. I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. It’s a wonderful story,” you kept the distance between the both of you, fiddling with your fingers before you sucked in your cheeks. “I don’t know if you showing me this painting is your way of comforting me, but thanks. Art isn’t really my thing, but it’s nice, you know? Just like music, we leave pieces of ourselves behind in the things and people we pour our love to. I think I can relate to the geisha much more than I’d like to admit.”

“I’d say I feel the same way,” Kita piped in, “You and I don’t have the connection the muses in the painting did, but I can’t deny that I feel at ease when I’m around you. Like your presence alone brings a smile to my face, and that’s enough for me,” he stuffed his hands inside his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels while his gaze remained straight ahead. “From the moment I met you, I could tell your heart belongs somewhere out there. Either from a person or you’re just someone out of my reach, I know where I stand. So if this is our last date and I’ll never see you again, then I’ll keep this night close to my heart. At least I can say that for once in my life, I’d experienced my dreams coming true.”

A melancholic laugh burst from your chest, your vision of Kita blurring momentarily from the tears that threatened to breakthrough. “You wanted to look at art while appreciating a beautiful woman?”

Kita’s eyes shone as he nudged your shoulders, “You remembered.”

“Well, it’s hard to forget someone like you,” you teased, the both of you indulging in innocent giggles before your mother’s words echoed in your head. You sniffed the tears back and gnawed at your bottom lip. “You know about our arranged marriage, Kita. Technically this won’t be the last time we’ll see each other when our parents expect us to marry soon.”

Kita shook his head at you. His hands landed on your shoulders, cradling you close but still at a comfortable distance. Leaning down until his forehead nearly brushed with yours, you saw nothing but the smile of pure kindness – one genuine enough your heart would’ve melted right then and there.

“I won’t marry you, Y/N, so you don’t have to worry. I’ll be standing right beside you as we tell our parents we’ll decide how our lives should play out. Until then, you should live the life you want.”

“Kita…”

“It’s okay to cry. It doesn’t make you weak,” he reassured with a squeeze of your shoulders, bringing you down to his chest until your tears were staining his shirt. It was embarrassing. To be held and planted to his body while his arms shielded your tear-stained face from everyone that walked by, yet you felt utterly safe at that moment. Understood. After all, you didn’t want anybody telling you that you’d be fine because you were strong. Rather, you wanted someone to tell you it was okay to be hurt because it mattered. It mattered to you and you were undeniably hurt by it all – by the disappointment of Suna, the heartbreak of not being able to be with him, and this guilt sinking on you because Kita deserved better.

If you could go back in time and rewrite the past, you would’ve risked it all to be with Suna. Before it was too late. That way, you’d have never met someone as kind as Kita and hurt a sweet soul like him. “Had we met in a different timeline and a different world,” soothed by his strong arms offering you a temporary home, you sobbed into Kita's chest. “I would've loved you with all my heart, Kita.”

“I know. I see the way you look at me, and that’s enough. But this is the present and this is our world. This isn’t where you want to be and I’m not the one you wish was here with you. And that’s okay. Honestly, as long as you’re happy, then I am, too.”

Two weeks. That was how long it had been since Suna last contacted you, and the unread messages glaring at him from his phone began to eat away at his conscience. He wanted to call you, wanted to text you and tell you everything. But it was easier said than done. When he had a vomiting and nauseous ex-girlfriend right beside him, along with your half-sister who’d made it her job to keep a close eye on everything he did, Suna had never felt more suffocated in his life.

It wasn’t until Nagisa had made sure Suna wasn’t going to leave that she eventually left the parents-to-be alone. Now, Suna hunched over his couch, his toes tracing patterns on the fur carpet you’d gotten him as a random birthday gift.

Mari sat opposite of Suna. Clothed in his sweaters as she was comforted by his scent, her cracked lips bled with each word she spoke.

“It’ll always be her, huh?” she rubbed her belly, cheeks sunken and face hauntingly pale.  Pregnancy took away the glow of her skin and she lost her appetite, the bones of her fingers running little strokes as she stared at Suna's empty face looking back at the sonogram. True to her words, the baby was his. Mari wandered the streets for the weeks following her parents kicking her out of their home, saved only by Nagisa who saw her throwing up in a dark alley on her way back home from work. That was how the two met, and somehow, they formed a bond far more sisterly than Nagisa could've ever had with you.

Watching it all unfold in front of him, Suna felt nauseous as well.

“I’m sorry, Mari,” Suna mumbled, though he wasn’t quite sure what he was apologizing for. The more he looked at Mari, however, he saw nothing but longing. Heartache. A borderline possessiveness marked out of jealousy, stemmed from insecurities that were now brewing deep within her. No matter the efforts you and Suna put, Mari never rested well. Deep down, she knew she could never take your place in his heart, and if anything, that would probably be the only fault of Suna’s he had in her eyes. That he loved you more than he loved her. And if that was a sin, then Suna would repent if it meant the whole world knew nobody could compare to you.

“I didn’t mean for things to end this way.”

“Why won’t you stay with me, Rin? We’re going to have a baby; isn’t that enough for you? Our child is going to need a happy family—”

“Our child deserves honesty from his parents. I’m sure they’ll appreciate it more that we were honest about whatever we had instead of pretending we’re happy together when we’re not,” believe me, I know that better than anyone; he wanted to add. Sighing, Suna let his head rest on the back of the couch. “I’ll support you, Mari. I’ll take care of you until the baby is here, but I can’t love you the way you want me to when it’s her I want. It’ll always be her.”

“What about her that makes her so special, Rin? What does she have that I don’t?”

Here we go again. For the past few weeks that he stayed with her, she exposed her true colors. Osamu always made snide comments here and there that something didn’t feel right about Mari, but Suna ignored them. She used to be his girlfriend, after all. It was only natural he’d defend her, but now that she no longer held back with how much she wanted Suna to be hers and only hers, Suna couldn’t help but feel pathetic, ashamed of how he didn’t see it sooner. Or maybe, it was because Mari made him happy when you left.

And he needed that more than ever. He needed the distraction of her body and her love for him that even when it got unhealthy, even when he choked around her toxicity, he chose to stay. Suna, in all forms possible, reached a point of desperation. All to forget you.

But he couldn’t. Suna understood it now that there was no way he’d be able to forget you unless someone wiped you away from his memories by force. There could be no way his heart would stop skipping a beat each time you smiled at him, or how his skin would always yearn to touch yours, to feel your warmth. It would be impossible for a day to come that his lips would no longer be greedy in tasting you, in swallowing the moans and sweet whispers of his name on your lips he was so obsessed with.

Suna would always love you. He loved you then, he still loved you now, and in the years that would come, he would still love you. Nothing would change that; not even her. “I’m really sorry, Mari.”

“Where are you going?”

Suna was halfway out the door when he heard the creaking of a sofa, a waddling Mari shedding tears right beside him. “I need to talk to her. She’s still my girlfriend and I fucked up everything we had. Just when she started opening up to me too…” he groaned to himself, interrupted by the soft sniffles she made. Suna softened out of pity, cupping Mari’s cheek as he promised, “Don’t worry, Mari. I’ll come back for the baby. I just… I need to sort out my feelings for – our relationship. When I return, then I’ll think about what we can do about this.”

He didn’t dare stay any longer.

Knowing Mari, she’d preach about the memories they made in an attempt to get him to stay. Suna took the stairs two at a time until he was inside his car. He slumped in the seat, eyes closed as the exhaustion crawled its way to awareness and his sigh came out heavy. Tired would be an understatement from the stiffness of his shoulders, one eye open to dial his friend.

“Hey, ‘Samu, sorry for the sudden call but can you watch over Mari for a bit? She’s at my place right now.”

“Man, seriously?” Osamu groaned from the other line, matching everything Suna felt. He was truly fucked, Suna realized, not only was he close to losing his best friend and his first love, but the mother of his first child was a damn lunatic. He should’ve listened to Osamu a long time ago. “No offense since she’s the mother of your child, but I don’t like that woman. She’ll get on my nerves.”

“Please, ‘Samu. I need to go talk to Y/N before it’s too late,” he pleaded, already stepping on the gas to make his way to your place. Glancing at the time, you should be out in the office by now, legs propped up on your coffee table as you watched a movie as a nightly ritual to distress from a long day of work.  

“‘Samu, you there?”

“Uh,” Osamu coughed, “Rin, about that…”

“What is it? Spit it out already.”

A minute of silence passed before Osamu cursed lowly to himself. Suna parked to the side to let his friend finish, a sinking feeling stirring in his stomach. “She… she’s leaving, Rintaro. I heard her parents wanted her to be in an arranged marriage with the Kita heir but both of them went against it, and she left the main office on her own accord. Her flight is in an hour,” Osamu declared, the silence ringing loud in Suna’s ears. “I’m sorry, Rin. She begged me not to tell you.”

Until now, Suna had never known what true fear was. When you broke up with him, part of his pain was eased knowing he’d only lost you as a girlfriend, but you never left. You came back to remind him you would still be friends; that you’d be a part of his life even with your current situation. So then why was it that even though he never took you for granted, he still felt like he was running out of time?

Suna’s focus was in a daze. He wasn’t in control of himself anymore as he sped past the streets, his foot heavy on the gas. Make it on time, don’t be too late, you have to see her again! His heart pounded wildly in his chest so much so that he struggled to breathe.

Still, he kept going on. He didn’t stop even as his lungs burned for air, his hair sticking to his skin from the sweat beaded on his head. Suna pushed past the lines and called out your name. Like a crazed man, he sought out the only person who could make him feel this way, legs burning and heart barely intact from its urge to break into pieces. Suna held onto the ring he got for you after graduation. The diamond dug into his palms until his skin turned red, but he kept pushing. Kept running. Kept singing the tune only you would respond to, your name falling from his lips in garbled cries and desperate pleads.

And in the middle of the crowd, he spotted you. Even with a thousand others around you, Suna would be able to tell you apart from sight, scent, or touch alone.

“Wait!” Suna ran after you. His hand found its way to wrap around your wrist, forcing you to spin towards him as relief poured from his being. Suna felt like laughing, euphoria blanketing him whole until he came face to face with you. In front of him, you stood with a dejected smile, both relieved and anguished for reasons he couldn’t understand, but what he noticed most were the tears glistening down your face. “You…you’re—”

“I can’t believe you’re really here. I thought I was hallucinating when I heard your voice, but you’re actually here. You came.”

Suna blinked back in surprise. “Why aren’t you mad at me?” he asked cautiously, thumbs reaching out ever so softly to catch the beads ruining your makeup.

Suna remembered how much you hated crying during college. You never stopped complaining about how two hours of effort put into your makeup would go to waste; one of the reasons he made sure to only put happy movies, but each time, he reminded you. You were beautiful. You were beautiful even when you cried. He found you beautiful with or without makeup – he never got tired of making you feel you were on top of the world. But he’d fucked up. He made a mistake and he hurt you.

Yet here you were, giggling with hiccupped sobs, looking at him like he’d just run to the moon and back for you. “You’re…you’re not cursing, or shouting at me. Why is that? Don’t you hate me? Aren’t you mad over what I did?”

Shaking your head, you kissed the insides of his palm. “No. Quite the opposite, actually – I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Suna felt like dropping to his knees. He was more than ready to beg for forgiveness if need be, anything to undo the past and have you back in his arms. “We were doing so good. We’re happy together, but I messed it all up. I didn’t even know she was pregnant or why she came back now.”

“You can thank my sister for it. It was Nagisa who told Mari you planned on marrying her, so she came back reassured she’d still have a future with you,” sniffling, Suna watched as you made yourself small by ducking your head to hide your tears. “Small world, isn’t it? To think that my sister would be involved here too… But you know, Rintaro, it’s not always so bad. I guess there are just some people we’ll never get along with, my sister included. She’ll never forgive me for something I didn’t do, so maybe I should stop trying so hard to soften the hearts of those who don’t want me,” you blew air out of your mouth, “I suggest you do the same.”

“But why do you need to leave, Y/N? I need you now more than ever. We didn’t – we didn’t even get a chance to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you concluded, taking a step forward when Suna shook his head, heavy in denial. You cradled his face then, shushing and cooing at him like you did each time he doubted himself. “Stop worrying so much, baby. You’ll be a great father. That’s something I’m sure of. Remember those little conversations we had on how much you wanted kids and you’d watch your grandchildren run around you in your minivan? That’s possible now. Your dreams can come true.”

“But I wanted to fulfill those with you,” his tears landed on the insides of your wrist, “We haven’t…we haven’t even done much yet. We were young and we were so fucking stupid but I love you. I’ve always loved you and I don’t want you to go and I know how selfish I sound over that because this isn’t fair to you, but god, I want you. I want you to stay – even if you’re just my friend. We don’t have to date or be like that ever again, just please, don’t go—”

“—I don’t want to go either!” Suna was stunned when you crushed him into a hug. His shirt muffled your cries as you fisted the material, heartbeats syncing with one another and tears shed for the same reasons. “You know me, Rintaro. I’d be fucking dumb if I left you right now when we were so close.”

Closing his eyes shut, Suna wrapped his arms around you. He embraced you so tight in fear of losing you. And the ironic part was that he knew he would. Yet, he held on close, held on tight, and prayed this was all nothing but a nightmare he’d soon wake up from.

“So then stay. We'll make it work. I don't plan on being with Mari anymore; I'm only here for the baby because they're my responsibility. So just stay with me, okay? We've been through everything. Thick and thin, I always had your back like you had mine. You and I can’t end here. I don’t want this to be the end.”

Your voice turned somber.

“I love you, Rin.”

“Don’t say that,” he gritted his teeth, unable to stop himself from pushing his palms against his eyes to stop the throbbing in his head. His mind ached, his heart torn. “Fuck, I don’t want to do this, Y/N. I’ve always wanted to hear you say those words but don’t fucking say it now if it sounds like goodbye. You-You’d be better off never loving me in the first place if that means you can stay, just don’t leave me. I want to make more memories with you.”

Your cries got louder upon hearing Suna stumble over his words, quite nearly choking on his breath from how hard he tried to make you stay.

“I know, Rin, me too. There are still so many things I wanted to do with you too,” forcing out a laugh, you tugged the necklace out of your shirt and showed it to him. “Remember this necklace you got me with the seashell? I lost it when we broke up but turns out it was always in this little box I hid. And guess what? I opened it the other day and saw everything we'd been through. From receipts to ice cream dates, ticket stubs, the Polaroids you'd taken off your room, and even a spare key to the house we used to live in – I kept them all. I remember them all. We’d done everything but it feels like it’s not enough.”

“So then why are you leaving?” he stressed, “And you didn't even tell me, you idiot. Did you think only Osamu was allowed to know just so you could leave the country without even saying goodbye? That's selfish of you. That's fucked up.”

“Because I don’t want to say goodbye to you, Rintaro. I don’t want to leave but I need to. You and I are always so complicated—”

“—Then let’s work it out.”

“—I’m tired,” you confessed, shoulders slumping in defeat. Clutching at your chest, you heaved a deep breath, the baggage you carried heavier than your actual luggage. “I’m really tired, Rintaro. Maybe… maybe you and I aren’t meant to be together right now.”

“Then when?”

“At the right time, if you’re the right person,” if this was your shitty attempt at comforting him, Suna was not having any of it. He fervently shook his head, bottom lip curling up as he kept chanting no to himself. You stood there, close yet so far away, wearing a smile that was genuine for the first time since he came to the airport. He hated it. Hated seeing you smile because how could you smile when you were moments away from disappearing in his life? “You need to let me go, Rintaro. We can’t be happy together right now, but trust in fate. I trust that we’ll keep coming back to each other like we always do, so I’ll find you again, Rintaro. I promise you that.”

Suna was cut off by the ringing of his phone. Mentally cursing at whoever it may be, Suna would’ve ignored it if it weren’t for Osamu’s name flashing on the screen. “‘Samu, what’s—” Mari cried in the background. Only this time, it wasn't different. It wasn't her crocodile tears that he'd gotten used to. Rather, she was screaming out of agony, and Osamu was panicking from the sounds of comforting promises he made to Mari that it’s okay, he’ll be here soon, hold on a little longer!

“It’s Mari. She’s bleeding, Rintaro, I-I don’t know what happened!”

A thump could be heard from the other line before Osamu ended the call, leaving Suna with nothing but the sound of his whole world falling apart and the odd placidity of your voice. Clutching your suitcases, you patted his shoulder. “You should go, Rintaro. She needs you.”

“Will you ever come back?”

You opened your mouth to speak when the intercoms played a soft tune, followed by a woman’s voice calling out. “Passenger Y/N, L/N, this is now your last call to board your flight. Calling for Passenger—” your head hung low. Suna’s knuckles turned white as you sucked in your cheeks for a passing beat, head lifting only to give him a little chuckle he knew would haunt him. “I’ll see you around, Rintaro. Let’s leave it up to fate to bring me back to you when the world decides we can be together again,” spinning on your heel, Suna watched as you paused, grinning at him over your shoulder one last time. “Hey, Rin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for the playlist,” you waved your phone, the ‘my best friend is getting married!’ playlist he compiled for you during your second anniversary playing through your earphones. It was the same playlist he once claimed he'd play if ever you met the one you wanted to spend your life with.

He couldn’t tell you then but Suna made that playlist hoping it would be him. Hoping it would be him that you’d be dancing with when the time came.

“Thank you for loving me.”

But that time had long passed. The both of you were no longer those same kids who chased each other on the sands before making out in the sunset, or the young lovers who talked about the future like you could make it happen. No, the harsh reality was that Suna had long accepted he’d be nothing but a friend – which he supposed right now, he even had that taken away from him. All you left him with would be nothing but nostalgic memories. But he knew. He knew he couldn’t make you stay. Perhaps you were never meant to stay, and he too realized that he was just as tired of running after someone who only wanted freedom.

“You’re welcome,” Suna pocketed the diamond ring and waved back to you, reminding himself that even if he couldn’t have the future with you, he still created a memorable past. He had been someone that loved you. As long as you know that you’d always have someone to come back to in him.

“Safe travels, lover. Until we meet again.”

[ BREAKING NEWS ]

Celebrity Volleyball player from EJP Raijin, middle blocker Suna Rintaro, aged 25, was found in a car crash today at 7 PM at Shinjuku. A passenger in Suna’s car is his partner, Hamamoto Mari, 22, who is four months pregnant. Police stated the couple was on their way to get medical service for Ms. Hamamoto when a drunk driver from the opposite lane swerved. Suna Rintaro avoided the car by swerving to the hard left, causing the car to crash to a nearby tree and wreck half of the vehicle. Both passengers have been taken to Kyoto University hospital; one of them in critical condition and the other dead upon arrival.

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random fact : the painting kita was talking about was not an actual painting. it’s from a music video called “someone that loves you.” it’s one of my favorite songs since i dedicated that song to someone that meant a lot to me :(

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