r u mine?
pairing suna x fem!reader
your best friend is whipped for you
tags fluff, best friend to lovers
warnings none
you and suna have been tethered together for as long as your memory allows. since your families have always been close, the two of you naturally grew side by side. suna became your sarcastic yet lovable support system. always lingered a step behind, ready to catch you when the world felt just a little too heavy. whenever the smallest inconvenience crept into your day, he was there with a quip on his lips and a hand outstretched.. thatâs just how it works between you two: you have a problem, heâs right there by your side, ready to fix it. that dynamic hasnât changed, even as the two of you grew up.
it goes without saying that even now in high school, suna remains. his schedule overflowsâlectures that blur together, constant volleyball practiceâbut still, he drifts into your orbit, never too far, never quite gone. it should be enough, it should be comforting to know that nothing has changed. after all, suna has never left, why would he? your bond has withered time itself. unshakable, unbreakable. at least thatâs what you tell yourself. but youâre wrong.
it started out small, as most things do. the quiet gaps in your days, those sliver of moments spent apart didnât prove to cause that much of a difference. it wasn't anything drastic. it only meant you had less time to bother your cat-like friend. the one who always lounged around with that languid, out of it stare. not that it was a big deal, after all, you could always just catch up with him on your walk home, just like you always had.
as if the universe itself was conspiring against you, you were wrong about that too. like unpatched cracks spreading across a wind shield, the once small, harmless time spent apart from each other seemed to only continuously grow. suna had his responsibilities, and you had yours. such is the inevitability of growing up, things are bound to change. sure, you missed the easy comfort of your favorite person, but you refused to let yourself sink into longing. instead, you took it upon yourself to grow connections with others around you.
suna, on the other hand, had noticed this sudden shift in time all too late. caught up in the seemingly endless practices, matches, and obligations, he hadnât noticed how far youâd driftedâuntil the distance stretched wide enough to sting.
in the cold, barren hush of his room, suna lay sprawled across his bed, the low of his phone the only thing keeping him company. his thumb scrolled lazily, mind black, letting himself be enveloped by the meaningless content thrown at him just to fill the silence. it was easier this wayânumb, detached, unreachable. until he saw you.
new posts.Â
he froze. your smile lit up the screen, so bright it almost hurt his eyes. it was the same smile he knew better than anyone, the one that had always been his reward for every sarcastic quip, every quiet act of loyalty. but now it wasnât for him. it belonged to someone else.
his chest tightened as he scrolled, each flick of his thumb physically pained him, but he couldnât stop. more pictures, more laughter, more memories--without him. the gap between you, once small enough to ignore, now loomed back at him in pixels.
suna swallowed hard, the familiar weight of regret pressing against his ribs. he shouldâve been there. he shouldâve noticed it sooner, his mistakes, his feelings. instead, he was left in the dark, staring at proof that the world kept turning for you, even when he wasnât in it. and god, it ached.
some time had passed since sunaâs newfound discovery, and it gnawed at him from the inside like a stubborn parasite. he couldnât go five minutes without thinking about youâwhat were you doing? had you eaten? had you remembered to drink water? (not like he was one to talkâŚ) were you⌠happy without him? the thought alone made his stomach twist. you were ruining his life, and you didn't even know it.
âi canât do this,â suna muttered, dragging his hands over his face in defeat before tossing his phone half haphazardly to the side. the thud was enough to attract the attention of his teammates.
âis this about her again? dude, if you donât just talk it out, i swear iâm gonna kill you via dutch oven, real not fake.â atsumuâs tone carried way too much confidence for suna to even doubt the threat
suna groaned, flopping back against the bench, but the words hit harder than he cared to admit. heâd been turning this over in his head for weeks now, letting the weight of it sit and settle like something he wasnât ready to digest. but maybe he waited too long already. maybe the only right thing left to do was stop running from it and finally tell you.
suna stared at his phone for what felt like hours, thumbs hovering, erasing, retyping, erasing again. every word felt too heavy or too light. he hated himself for shaking over a measly text, but this was you. it had always been you. finally with a shaky breath he hit send.
hey. can we meet up? just us.
your reply came quicker than he expected, and his heart lurched into his throat.
later that evening, under the dim streetlights that always flickered near the corner of your usual spot, suna stood with this hands buried deep in his pockets, shoulders tense, gaze fixed on the pavement. when you arrived, smiling the same smile that had haunted him through every sleepless night, his breath caught.
âyou wanted to talk?â you asked softly,
he nodded, though the words lodged in his throat. for once, suna rintarou, the one who never missed a chance to throw a dry remarkâwas speechless. his hands itched to reach for you, but he clenched them tighter in his pockets instead.
âiââ his voice cracked, and he let out a bitter laugh. âgod, this is harder than i thought. listen, i canât pretend anymore itâs driving me insane. youâre running my life in the best and worst way possible. and i donât know how to be around you without wanting more than what we have.â
silence stretched, heavy and unbearable. suna forced himself to meet your gaze, bracing for rejection, for laughter, for anything but what you gave himâyour hand reaching for his, warm and steady.
ârin,â you whispered, squeezing gently, âiâve felt the same way. for a long time.â
the tension shattered. sunaâs chest caved with the weight of it, his shoulders shaking as he finally exhaled the breath heâd been holding for months. he didnât cry, not exactlyâbut something broke inside him, silent and fragile, as relief washed through his veins. when you leaned closer, forehead brushing his, he let out a quiet, desperate laugh, like he couldn't believe heâd finally made it here.
for once, the ache wasnât eating him alive. it was spilling out, piece by piece, into your hands.
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