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disagreement with boyfriend!nanami

arguing with your boyfriend over something so petty—actually funny that it's still ongoing.

nanami kento made a vow to never let you go to bed with a heavy heart.

your boyfriend, who'd take the blame and apologize for every argument no matter who was at fault.

the same man who swore he'd love you even if you were a louse (put you on his head just so you'd survive typeshi).

it all started on a wednesday afternoon. sunlight streamed through the windows as you both curled into the couch. the tv played a movie—something about high schoolers singing—but your mind drifted off elsewhere.

"are we meant to be?" you queried the man slumped against you.

"not really." he said, entirely unfazed.

"excuse me?"

***

it was day two of ignoring nanami.

he stepped into the bedroom, spotting you curled under the covers with your back to him. the room was dark except for the faint glow from the hallway.

"darling?" he padded over and gently sat on the edge of the bed.

he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face.

"i apologize but i still find the notion of fate disagreeable."

you don't respond.

"it could've picked anyone for me. any random person across town or some celebrity i don't like." you turn, glaring daggers at your boyfriend.

"fate didn't choose you." nanami said softly, like it was the most obvious truth in the world. "i did."

he turned his head slightly and tucked the duvet under your chin.

"i believe i chose you every single day since we met." his voice dropped almost to a whisper. "i chose to be the first one you see when you open your eyes. and be the last before you sleep."

his thumb brushes your cheekbone.

"even when my hair turns white. even if my skin starts to wrinkle. even if i won't be able to open my eyes. even if you can't hear me anymore."

a smile tugged at his lips.

"i choose you because you are my life."

"am i a pokemon to you now?"

kento, come back home. me and the kids miss you.

not proofread. dividers by anitalenia

[heathsuii]

disagreement with boyfriend!nanami

arguing with your boyfriend over something so petty—actually funny that it's still ongoing.

nanami kento made a vow to never let you go to bed with a heavy heart.

your boyfriend, who'd take the blame and apologize for every argument no matter who was at fault.

the same man who swore he'd love you even if you were a louse (put you on his head just so you'd survive typeshi).

it all started on a wednesday afternoon. sunlight streamed through the windows as you both curled into the couch. the tv played a movie—something about high schoolers singing—but your mind drifted off elsewhere.

"are we meant to be?" you queried the man slumped against you.

"not really." he said, entirely unfazed.

"excuse me?"

***

it was day two of ignoring nanami.

he stepped into the bedroom, spotting you curled under the covers with your back to him. the room was dark except for the faint glow from the hallway.

"darling?" he padded over and gently sat on the edge of the bed.

he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face.

"i apologize but i still find the notion of fate disagreeable."

you don't respond.

"it could've picked anyone for me. any random person across town or some celebrity i don't like." you turn, glaring daggers at your boyfriend.

"fate didn't choose you." nanami said softly, like it was the most obvious truth in the world. "i did."

he turned his head slightly and tucked the duvet under your chin.

"i believe i chose you every single day since we met." his voice dropped almost to a whisper. "i chose to be the first one you see when you open your eyes. and be the last before you sleep."

his thumb brushes your cheekbone.

"even when my hair turns white. even if my skin starts to wrinkle. even if i won't be able to open my eyes. even if you can't hear me anymore."

a smile tugged at his lips.

"i choose you because you are my life."

"am i a pokemon to you now?"

kento, come back home. me and the kids miss you.

not proofread. dividers by @/anitalenia

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yearner!suna whose feelings lingered in his chest like a whistle that never blew, a game that never ended.

he just finished training, towel draped over his shoulder, scrolling through tiktok when a notification popped up.

buzz from a group chat, chatter from college friends' he never bothered to answer.

he was about to swipe it away, until your name caught his eye.

you: hiii, who's still around ___? and prolly won't mind if i catch a ride.

his fingers paused, hovering over the screen.

you: my car's in the shop. it's really pouring out here 😭

the ache he buried, no matter how hard he tried, returned so fast he didn't bother pretending it ever left.

he was already standing. and without thinking, without planning, he typed.

suna: i’m in the area. i’ll pick you up.

a lie. of course.

because what was the truth, if not something he'd be willing to bend for you?

he was at least thirty minutes out, across the city. maybe fifteen if he blew past every red light.

carelessly tossing his duffel bag into the back seat, slamming the door shut, turning the ignition.

rain tapping the windshield, the city unfolded ahead in smeared lights, and he drove as though the ache in his chest might ease if he were to outrun it.

yearner!suna despised how it lingered—haunting the narrative—his heart was yours, completely.

it was there in a way he could never let his heart settle to anyone that came after.

it was there when he realized that even after all these years, he still didn't know how to stop loving you.

an ache of unspoken words, of dreams left unshared.

yearner!suna arrives in record time, breaking a few traffic laws in the process. tires hissed against the drenched pavement as he pulled up with hazard lights already flashing.

yearner!suna spots you immediately through the rain-streaked windshield. standing beneath a bus stop awning, arms tucked around yourself, eyes flicking between puddles and passing cars.

yearner!suna who could only think about how cold you must've been.

and then, he's out the door.

grabbing the umbrella, the rain swallowing him whole in an instant.

yearner!suna runs, shoes splashing, hoodie clinging to his frame before he reached the curb.

you looked up, eyes widened.

yearner!suna stopping in front of you, chest heaving, clothes soaked, arm raised as he positions the umbrella above your head.

he didn't say anything.

there were so many things he wouldn't say.

like how he would've driven across cities for, across years, across words left unsaid.

like how he hated how you always looked like you belonged with him.

like how he wondered, late at night, if you were thinking about him too.

rain was dripping down his sleeves.

you stepped closer—just enough for the umbrella to shelter him. droplets slid down the side of his face, your thumb brushed it away.

you both stare at each other. in the rain. in silence. in peace.

yearning boyfriend!suna whose ache did not vanish. it had found its place, softer now. no longer a heavy burden.

maybe that's all he ever wanted. to not rid of the ache, but to carry it like this.

with you.

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᭝ ᨳଓ 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗞𝗬𝗨𝗨

⤷ room shenanigans (multi x reader)

⤷ yearner!suna

⤷ seatmate!suna

high school got messy when your crush misunderstood your feelings and decided to set you up with suna. now you're spending time around someone you never thought you'd get close to.

᭝ ᨳଓ 𝗝𝗨𝗝𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗨 𝗞𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗡

⤷ boyfriend!nanami

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yearner!suna whose feelings lingered in his chest like a whistle that never blew, a game that never ended.

he just finished training, towel draped over his shoulder, scrolling through tiktok when a notification popped up.

buzz from a group chat, chatter from college friends' he never bothered to answer.

he was about to swipe it away, until your name caught his eye.

you: hiii, who's still around ___? and prolly won't mind if i catch a ride.

his fingers paused, hovering over the screen.

you: my car's in the shop. it's really pouring out here 😭

the ache he buried, no matter how hard he tried, returned so fast he didn't bother pretending it ever left.

he was already standing. and without thinking, without planning, he typed.

suna: i’m in the area. i’ll pick you up.

a lie. of course.

because what was the truth, if not something he'd be willing to bend for you?

he was at least thirty minutes out, across the city. maybe fifteen if he blew past every red light.

carelessly tossing his duffel bag into the back seat, slamming the door shut, turning the ignition.

rain tapping the windshield, the city unfolded ahead in smeared lights, and he drove as though the ache in his chest might ease if he were to outrun it.

yearner!suna despised how it lingered—haunting the narrative—his heart was yours, completely.

it was there in a way he could never let his heart settle to anyone that came after.

it was there when he realized that even after all these years, he still didn't know how to stop loving you.

an ache of unspoken words, of dreams left unshared.

yearner!suna arrives in record time, breaking a few traffic laws in the process. tires hissed against the drenched pavement as he pulled up with hazard lights already flashing.

yearner!suna spots you immediately through the rain-streaked windshield. standing beneath a bus stop awning, arms tucked around yourself, eyes flicking between puddles and passing cars.

yearner!suna who could only think about how cold you must've been.

and then, he's out the door.

grabbing the umbrella, the rain swallowing him whole in an instant.

yearner!suna runs, shoes splashing, hoodie clinging to his frame before he reached the curb.

you looked up, eyes widened.

yearner!suna stopping in front of you, chest heaving, clothes soaked, arm raised as he positions the umbrella above your head.

he didn't say anything.

there were so many things he wouldn't say.

like how he would've driven across cities for, across years, across words left unsaid.

like how he hated how you always looked like you belonged with him.

like how he wondered, late at night, if you were thinking about him too.

rain was dripping down his sleeves.

you stepped closer—just enough for the umbrella to shelter him. droplets slid down the side of his face, your thumb brushed it away.

you both stare at each other. in the rain. in silence. in peace.

yearning boyfriend!suna whose ache did not vanish. it had found its place, softer now. no longer a heavy burden.

maybe that's all he ever wanted. to not rid of the ache, but to carry it like this.

with you.

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chapter 1: the wrong reasons

pairing. suna rintaro x fem!reader

chapter summary: they say the heart wants what it wants, but figuring it out is never simple. with emotions running high and misunderstandings piling up, you begin to question what your heart desires. (4.7k)

warnings. very ooc, slight angst, fluff, miscommunication, unrequited love, smau, reader being impatient

notes. WARNING pacing in this chapter can be confusing. don't mind the date on any pictures. if the writing feels rushed, it's bc i'm sick. also heavily inspired by a manhwa (the law of being friends with a male) join my taglist!

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when i was 15…

you sat at a desk in the middle row, observing as your classmates shuffled in, each looking nervous or excited—some probably even both.

the day was off to a rocky start.

mei, your best friend, sat slouched in the seat beside you. her face was pale, her eyelids drooped, and there was a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead.

“you look like you came back from the dead.” you pointed out, worry in your voice, though you tried to keep it light. 

she scoffed weakly, kicking your chair with her foot. “oh, really? i’m not that bad.”

“it is that bad.” correcting her, shaking your head. “you’re taking school too seriously at this point.” 

“am i hearing this correctly? you're the one who begged me not to abandon you...” her voice trailed off in that teasing way, but you could hear the exhaustion beneath the words.

you shifted awkwardly in your seat, suddenly aware of the guilt creeping up. this wasn’t how you imagined the day to go. not like this, not with her looking so miserable. 

your best friend lifted her head slightly, hand resting on her forehead as if she was trying to steady herself. "i don’t wanna miss cheer tryouts. coach said this year is really important.”

“in your current condition? you're clearly not okay.” a deep frown crossing your face. “won’t being sick affect your performance?”

your best friend tried to sit up straighter, only to end up wincing, clearly struggling to stay conscious. “i thought it was just a fever but it’s worse now.” she admitted, eyes briefly fluttering shut. “guess i’ll have to get a doctor’s note or something and present it to the coach.”

feeling the urge to roll your eyes, but the concern for her took over, “you’ve got to get better before you do anything, girly pop.” you patted her back gently and slung her bag over your shoulder. 

your best friend smiled warmly at you and threw her arms around your shoulders, bringing you into a tight hug as you whine about getting sick despite holding her back with equal affection.

my best friend abandoned me on the first day of high school.

you helped mei out of her seat and slowly walked out of the classroom. her steps were unsteady, each one taking a monumental amount of effort. when you reached the exit and waved goodbye, a tear threatened to spill down your cheek.

it hadn't been five minutes since your best friend left you, yet you missed her presence already.

this is exactly what i was afraid of.

even though it hurts, i had no choice but to make it through the day by myself.

you focused hard at first—writing down notes, answering questions, mentally ticking off each task. slowly, time seemed to stretch, every minute dragging more than the last. the morning classes blurred together. new faces, unfamiliar teachers, and a whirlwind of information. 

your stomach rumbled once, loud enough that you were certain a few people heard it. however, you brushed it off, eager to maintain your composure and make it through the morning. 

you twirled the pen between your fingers, half-listening to the teacher drone on about radicals and functions. perhaps eating your own hair would stop making the room feel like a cramped space because no amount of notes or formulas could take your mind off the tight knot of hunger in your stomach.

before you knew it, the bell rang. you thank the gods above for hearing your desperate cries, shoving stationary into your bag with more force than necessary before happily skipping your way out of the classroom.

you made it through the morning alone. maybe it was the hunger talking but you felt a sense of accomplishment and were ready to face whatever came next. 

in consequence, when i was left to fend for myself in the wilderness called ‘the cafeteria’...

‘i am so lonely.’ you sulked, plopping yourself down at an empty table. you hadn't wanted to sit alone, but with mei sick, that's exactly where you ended up.

as you sulked in your solitude, thoughts too occupied with a plan to dine and dash, you fail to notice a tall male figure walking near your table. 

a voice broke through the ambient noise, gentle like a warm breeze. you looked over to see someone standing close by, gazing at you with a relaxed look. "is this seat taken?”

the voice was warm, inviting, and you weren't mentally prepared for this. you stared, eyes wide in surprise, and before you could fully grasp the moment, you instinctively shook your head.

“thanks. my name's aran ojiro.” he smiled, the gesture simple and genuine. “what's yours?”

“i'm (—).” you meekly respond, unknowingly gazing at aran with a doe-eyed expression.

aran glanced over his shoulder to see his friends still in line getting lunch, placing his tray on the table and settled into the seat across from you.

“is it alright if they join us?” he asked, gesturing toward his friends, deep in conversation–or possibly bickering–while waiting to grab their food.

momentarily taken aback, your mind scrambling for the right words. “sure! the more the merrier.” you said, not quite sure where this sudden burst of enthusiasm was coming from.

“just a heads up—they can get a bit rowdy.” he quipped. “but i promise they're fun.”

still processing waves of emotion, you made an effort to push aside thoughts about what rowdy could imply, but a part of you couldn't help but feel curious.

you found your gaze shifting from aran to his friends—approaching the table, and it was then that you caught sight of them.

he appeared.

it was clear they were twins, but their distinct hair color immediately set them apart. one had vibrant, sun-kissed blond hair, flipped to the right side, while the other had striking silver-grey hair, combed to the left side.

as the twins reached the table, aran introduced his friends. “meet my friend, osamu miya.” he said, gesturing to the silver-haired twin with a casual wave. “and his brother—”

“—the better twin, atsumu miya.” atsumu interjected with a confident smirk, puffing out his chest dramatically as osamu turned to look at him, completely over it.

from the moment he sat in front of me,

osamu grimaced in response, his eyes rolling slightly. “yeah, sure, whatever you say, ‘better twin.’” he leaned back in his chair, appearing unfazed by his brother's antics but unable to completely hide the mild annoyance.

aran sighed, an accustomed expression on his face, as though he had witnessed this same exchange numerous times. in spite of the twins' lively bicker, he turned to face you with a gentle, comforting grin. "and this is (—)," he spoke, pointing to you with a subtle gesture.

“we’re in the same class, right?” atsumu leaned forward, suddenly giving you his full attention, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“yeah,” you reply. “it’s nice to meet the both of you.”

osamu nodded appreciatively. “right back at ya. thanks for letting us join you.” leaning back on his chair, looking more relaxed now that he was seated and settled. “don’t mind my brother; he just likes to think he's special.”

“shut yer trap, samu!” atsumu exclaimed in mock outrage, his head snapping to his brother.

you weren't sure when it happened, but in that moment, it became painfully obvious.

as atsumu and aran squabbled over something trivial, you found yourself completely lost in osamu.

i fell in love with him.

he was cool, funny, and handsome. he was also kind. did i mention handsome?

of course… you weren't the only person he was nice to.

osamu miya seemed to be the type of person who everyone liked, yet even with the crowd of people that were always around him, he was able to make you feel like you were important.

you can’t explain it, but you were certain that you were special in his eyes.

you find yourselves sitting at the same table from time to time, sharing lunch in the cafeteria, always careful not to come off too eager, saying the dumbest things, anything to make him laugh. and when he did, it made it all worthwhile.

and you watch his volleyball practice sometimes. if you wanted to see him in action, you would sit in the bleachers, in a quiet corner of the gym, or even behind a pillar. the way he moved so effortlessly on the court always left you a little more mesmerized than you wanted to admit.

so, osamu may eventually fall for me too.

there was no doubting the way his silver hair gleamed in the gym lights, how his effortless smile made everything seem fine, and how he carried himself. without a question, osamu was the type of person you had to adore.

still, there was no guarantee he felt the same way. you weren’t sure if you were reading too much into things, if maybe you were just one of many people who got caught in his undeniable charm.

you hope he does reciprocate your feelings, even if it's in the distant future, someday.

maybe we would become more than just friends.

according to mei, it's cheer squad tradition to finish up practice and head straight to the gymnasium and watch the volleyball team. 

they would also watch other teams. for example, the basketball team or soccer team, for instance, but often than not, they tend to spend more time with the volleyball team.

the girls rarely interacted with the players. instead, they preferred to admire the boys from a distance, indulging in whispered conversations and far-fetched scenarios that usually ended with pensive sighs. 

they knew their daydreams wouldn't go any further, but that didn't stop them from creating vivid fantasies about stolen glances, romantic confessions, and chance encounters.

you shared the same enthusiasm, however, there was a reason why you only watch osamu play once in a while. the effort of trekking all the way to the gym after a long day that left you groaning. your best friend, persistent as ever, refused to let you bow out of their sacred tradition.

you weren't even a member of the cheer squad, but thanks to her, you were starting to wonder if you might as well be. you're probably on the verge of honorary membership—not that you were particularly thrilled with the idea.

on this particular day, mei had linked her arm with yours, her grip firm as she hauled you to the gym.

“why do i let you talk me into this every single time?” you grumbled as your best friend latched onto your arm.

“because you love me.” mei replied, without batting an eye, grinning over her shoulder. “and i’m doing you a favor. i know you enjoy it.”

“no, i don't.” you retorted. “i only enjoy not arguing with you about it. there's a difference.”

“you also enjoy watching him rather than the match.” your best friend teased, giving you a sly grin.

opening your mouth to argue but quickly shut it, there was no point in denying it. mei was annoyingly good at reading you, and she wasn't wrong. you did like watching osamu play.

gym doors creaked open with a familiar sound, revealing the volleyball team mid-practice. the sharp thud of the ball hitting the polished wooden floor, echoing throughout the gym, mixed with the sound of sneakers squeaking against the court. 

the cheer squad occupied their usual spot on the bleachers, chatting animatedly and occasionally bursting into soft laughter that echoed faintly through the gym. mei’s energy matched theirs as she practically bounced beside you.

your best friend gesturing enthusiastically on the match. “look at that spike! did you see that?”

feeling your patience wearing thin, you sighed. “remind me again why i’m here?”

“i’m doing you a favor.” she said cheekily, not even glancing at you.

you started recounting how many times you'd been dragged into this, barely even registering the ball hurling toward you until it was too late. with alarming speed, it soared across the gym and smacked you squarely on the face.

the impact was immediate and humiliating. your vision blurred as you stumbled back, a loud ding echoing in your mind like a cartoon sound effect.

everyone in the gym froze.

“OH MY— are you okay!?”

“sorry, (—)! i wasn't trying to hit you!— QUIT LAUGHING, TSUMU—”

“— HELP ME TAKE HER TO THE CLINIC— osamu! hurry up!”

you attempted to keep your dignity intact. and to make matters worse, you felt a warmth trickle down your upper lip. perfect.

too dazed to process much of what was happening, the voices blended into a chaotic mess around you. that was all you remembered before you got to the clinic. 

“i’m bringing you a helmet next time.” mei snickered, placing her hand on your shoulder. her playful smile softened as she added. “but in all seriousness, you okay?”

you shrugged slightly. from the corner of your eye, you see osamu standing nearby, unusually awkward. his brows furrowed, guilt evident on his face. 

you softly spoke, fidgeting with your fingers, “i don't know… my nose still hurts and i feel dizzy.” 

“i really am sorry for hitting you…” osamu said apologetically, almost pleading for forgiveness.

“i think i’ll feel better if i placed something cold on it.” you paused for a second and continued, “probably two cartons of strawberry milk would suffice..”

“i’ll buy them.”

“..or two cartons of chocolate milk…”

“i’ll buy those too!”

you shared a knowing glance with your best friend, who was struggling to suppress a laugh.

mei chimed in, unable to resist. “and three cartons of banana milk!”

“isn't that… too much?” osamu asked hesitantly, glancing between the two of you.

you stared at him plainly, not saying a word. four pairs of eyes blinked in unison before you turned to mei, your expression deadpan.

“mei, i think i need another tissue.”

on the walk back to the classroom, osamu insisted on carrying all seven cartons of milk. your best friend had gone ahead, claiming she had cleaning duty, although it was evident she wanted to give the two of you some alone time.

the silence between you two was surprisingly comfortable. every now and then, you stole a glance at him from the side, observing how he skillfully managed the precarious tower of milk cartons cradled in his arms.

out of nowhere, osamu turned to you with a teasing smile. “(—), do you like anyone?”

“huh!? i mean– i do. why are you asking?” you blurt out, cheeks flushing crimson. 

osamu chuckled at your flustered reaction, a sound that only made your face heat up more. “it’s because i have someone as well.” he admitted with a hum. “if you’re okay with it, maybe we could talk about who we like?”

your mind raced. was this actually happening? was osamu about to confess? the idea sent your heart into overdrive, a rush of anxiety coursing through your veins.

after a brief pause, you nodded. “…yeah,” you muttered softly. fixing your eyes on the corridor ahead. “so, who do you like?”

osamu smiled, spreading across his face. “we’re in the same year,” he began. “she’s fun and talented.”

your heart swelled with hope. this was it, he was clearly referring to you. your female lead moment was finally happening!

“everytime she cheers at the games,”

your thoughts screeched to a halt.

what?

wait.

you never went to their games. maybe he meant practice matches? yes. that had to be it.

“it’s like she lights up the whole place.” he continued as if recalling a memory that brought him joy.

you felt a twinge of disappointment but quickly brushed it off. surely he meant you. it had to be you.

“i like mei.” he said. twisting the knife into the wound.

time seemed to stop. and not in a good way.

your heart, which had been soaring moments ago, plummeted like a rock, leaving an ache that spread through your chest. you stared at him, your mind struggling to process the words.

your mouth fell slightly open, you choked out a response. “wow! that's… unexpected!” 

it made complete sense. your best friend’s pretty and easygoing, anyone would be naturally drawn to her. who could blame him?

your chest tightened as you stared at the cartons of milk in his arms, struggling to piece together a coherent thought.

so what if he likes your best friend? mei deserved to be admired. you liked osamu, sure, but it wasn’t like you had ever thought anything serious would come of it. after all, you are an honorary cheer squad member.

being something more than friends with osamu miya had always been a fantasy. a daydream. and now, that fantasy was shattered.

on the bright side, at least you'll remain friends. that was enough for you.

“i’m glad i got that off my chest.” osamu said with a sigh. he glanced at you, a small smile tugging the corners of his mouth. “what about you? you said you liked someone too, didn't you?”

your heart stopped.

“huh?” you blurted out, stopping in your tracks.

“you said earlier that you had someone too, didn't you?” osamu replied, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

panic shot through you like a lightning bolt, mentally cursing at yourself. you couldn’t tell him the truth. that would be disastrous. but it was too late to deny it now. he was waiting for an answer, his curious gaze fixed on you.

“oh.. about that..” you stammered. you needed a plan, and you needed it fast.

but before you could come up with a convincing lie, osamu’s eyes lit up with a dangerous glint, a playful smirk forming on his lips. “wait. i think i know who it is,” he teased.

your stomach dropped. you were so screwed.

“n-no, you don't!” you protested, voice pitching higher than expected. 

osamu snickers, enjoying your discomfort. “he's tall and handsome, right?”

you swallowed thickly, palms clammy, you tried to keep your composure. “yes? h-he’s tall and handsome. i guess…”

you laugh nervously, pressing your lip into a thin line. 

you had to be as vague as possible.

“is he in the same year level as us? does he go to our school?” osamu hummed thoughtfully, smirk growing wider.

you're sure your nerves were gone, your brain barely functioning as you come up with a response. “he could?”

you were sweating bullets at this point, osamu could tell. he leaned in slightly, his grin turning downright mischievous. “i know who it is.” he said, nudging your shoulder with his.

did he? really?

even you didn't know. you also couldn't bring yourself to care anymore. it went okay. 

it's not like he's the type to spread rumors. if anything, osamu appeared unduly decent to tease you beyond a certain point. based on his reaction, he clearly didn’t know he was the one you liked.

awkwardness avoided.

unfortunately, since then…

things didn't exactly go back to normal. 

it started subtle, in ways you couldn’t quite pin down. you’d catch osamu glancing at you during lunch like he was sitting on some private joke. he’d nudge your shoulder in passing, whispering, “suna, huh?” just loud enough for you to hear.

the first time, you froze. “w-what?” you stammered, wide eyed.

“nothing, nothing,” he said, laughing as he walked away, leaving you flustered and confused.

it didn’t stop there. much to your dismay.

during practice, whenever you happened to be in the gym, osamu made it a point to include suna in your line of sight. it was baffling how obvious he was about it.

“sunarin!” he’d call out loudly, waving exaggeratedly to his teammate. 

suna, ever unbothered, would raise an eyebrow at osamu. “what?”

osamu would shrug, grinning. “nothin'.”

you, sitting off to the side, tried your best to blend into the bleachers, heat crawling up your neck.

it wasn’t that you had anything against suna. he was cool in his own way; calm, collected, and occasionally funny when he chose to be. but he wasn’t him. he wasn’t osamu.

you knew deep down, you should stop feeling this way for the grey-haired miya. except, it wasn't easy if he kept playing matchmaker.

the teasing continued in little ways, like how osamu would casually mention suna in a conversation, testing your reaction.

“did ya see suna’s spike today? pretty impressive, huh?” he’d say, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“yeah, sure,” you’d mumble, avoiding eye contact, hoping he’d drop it.

he never did.

it was hard to tell if he genuinely believed you liked suna or if he just liked teasing you. either way, it was driving you crazy.

your best friend, of course, was no help. she found the whole situation endlessly entertaining. “you know he’s doing it on purpose, right?” she said one afternoon as the two of you walked home.

“obviously!” you groaned, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “but why? does he really think i like suna?”

mei shrugged. “maybe he’s just messing with you. or maybe he’s trying to figure out who you actually like.”

you shiver, her words sinking in. “you think he knows?”

“i don’t know,” her tone light but her eyes sharp. “but you’re not exactly subtle, you know. the way you look at him during practice? It’s a dead giveaway.”

your stomach churned that thought didn’t comfort you much. if osamu knew, he wasn’t giving you any hints.

you tried to keep a low profile, hoping to avoid any more awkward encounters or teasing, but fate seemed to have other plans for you.

“what class is it now?” you ask your best friend, placing your bag on your lap.

“biology.” mei answered, neatly arranging her desk table as you rummage through your bag.

“oh no.” you start frantically searching your bag, trying to remember if you packed it last night. “i forgot to bring my textbook.” 

“well, well, how the turntables.” your best friend grinning, tapping on her textbook proudly. “guess it's my turn to share.”

“what'd i do without you.” you sigh with relief, resting your head on her shoulder.

“don’t get comfortable.” she snickers, standing up from her chair. “be right back.”

you watched her walk away, settling into your seat and taking a moment to breathe. you tried to shake off the lingering nerves from the week’s earlier events.

it felt like an eternity before your best friend returned. just as the teacher walked in and began attendance, you heard the scrape of the chair beside you.

“took you long enough,” you whispered, leaning in slightly, expecting your best friend’s familiar teasing grin.

instead, you jump out of your skin.

sitting beside you wasn’t mei—it was suna, sharp eyes and perpetually bored expression meeting yours. he raised an eyebrow, clearly bemused by your comment.

your heart leaped into your throat as you stared at him. slowly, you began scanning the room, searching for mei. your eyes darted from one corner of the classroom to the other, hoping for some kind of explanation.

finally, you spotted her seated in the back of the room. she caught your eye, looking just as confused as you. then, she turned her head slightly, and there he was. osamu, seated right beside her.

you narrowed your eyes, shooting him a glare that could’ve melted steel. in response, he gave you a playful thumbs-up, his smile widening in obvious delight.

you’ve got to be kidding me.

osamu’s been helping me get together with my crush.

there was no way this was a coincidence. he had to have orchestrated this. probably for his own amusement. 

meanwhile, suna, completely oblivious to the silent battle of wills between you and osamu, leaned back in his chair, tone monotonous as ever. “you okay there?” 

“fine.” you muttered, gripping the edge of your desk so hard your knuckles turned white.

you had no choice but to turn back to the lecture as class began. your phone buzzed with a notification, realizing it may be from mei, you grab your phone and unlocked it.

it wasn't supposed to bother you. in fact, in a way, you should be grateful. he was your friend, and genuinely wanted to see you happy.

yet, out of all the guys here could've mistaken for your crush, it had to be suna rintaro.

a friend of the miya twins, and a member of the inarizaki volleyball team, and most importantly someone you never quite knew how to approach.

that's all he was to you. why?

because although you all get along together fine, you couldn't say otherwise when the two of you were left alone.

the both of you can talk, even joke around at times but it was always awkward because he had that serious aura to him.

it began to rain quite lightly at first, but as the sky filled with clouds, the droplets got larger and heavier with time. 

you stood by waiting for the rain to stop beneath the school's pavilion, pulling your hoodie over your head. you didn't have an umbrella with you, and it didn't seem very pleasant to run in the rain.

with a sigh, reaching out into the rain, you tried to capture a few droplets. it was rather calming, although the water felt chilly against your touch and slipped off your skin almost quickly. 

you briefly loose yourself in the simple movement, when all of a sudden, you heard footsteps beside you.

“trying to catch the rain, huh?” suna said in a dry tone, holding an umbrella, glancing at your outstretched hand. “what’s next? gonna use your hoodie to stay dry?”

you looked at him, confused by his comment, adjusting your hoodie. “what?”

suna raised a brow, his gaze flickered to your hoodie before meeting your eyes again. “i mean, if you're really relying on that hoodie, be my guest.”

thinking he was serious, you quickly pulled the hoodie off your head and wrapped it around your face, ready to face the rain and deal with it. the last thing you wanted was to stand there and end up saying something dumb.

just as you were about to bolt, you felt a strong grip on your wrist pulling you back. you looked up to see suna, his expression calm, but his eyes glinted with a hint of concern.

“whoa, where do you think you're going?”

you froze, you literally made a fool of yourself despite wanting to avoid it. “uh, well.. i thought i’d make a run for it.”

“trying to escape?” he shook his head lightly, still holding your wrist. “you really thought that hoodie would help?”

you dropped your gaze, feeling your face heat up. “it was worth a shot.” you mumbled, embarrassed by how desperate you were to get out of the situation.

suna chuckled, his expression softening as he stepped a little closer and held the umbrella out towards you. “i was joking. you can share the umbrella with me before you turn into a drowned rat.”

you hesitantly stepped under the umbrella with him, trying to hide how flustered you felt, muttering out a “thanks.”

“no problem.” he casually replied, looking down at you. “just don't go thinking your hoodie’s a go-to rain protection from now on, hm?”

the lecture began, suna focused on the lecture, face unreadable. but then, his voice broke through your thoughts, quiet enough for only you to hear.

“(—), what are you looking at?”

you blinked, realizing you’d been staring at him for a while, your heart beating faster.

“looking at what? i was just looking out the window behind you.” you stammered, turning away too quickly, your voice came out in a rush. you knew it was too late. he had already caught you.

you focused on the lecture, trying to ignore the heat rushing to your face. “could you stop talking to me? i need to get good grades… to go to tokyo university…”

suna raised an eyebrow, his tone skeptical. “you sure about that? cause you don’t even have your book open.”

slowly, you glanced down at your desk to find that, indeed, your book was nowhere in sight. you grab the textbook from suna’s desk and slid it in between the two of you, feeling his eyes on you.

“good one, (—),” he muttered under his breath with a small smirk, clearly amused by your flustered state.

osamu miya, you're dead to me.

[heathsuii]

𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄.

╰┈➤ 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚡 𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

   ˚ ༘♡· ˚ ₊˚ ˑ༄ؘ “i bet you think this song is about you.”

directory. all works related to this series are listed in ascending order

warnings. ooc, (pre and post) timeskip, friends to lovers, ex to lovers breakup, resolved angst, mentions of marriage and kids, use of alcohol, swearing, not proofread, not manga accurate

status. ongoing

author's note. i'm yana, and this is my first series ᐢᗜᐢ organizing this by chapter soon lol, sorry.. this will have a happy ending. thank you for reading!

taglist is open

chapter index

01. the wrong reasons

(4.7k wc) they say the heart wants what it wants, but figuring it out is never simple. with emotions running high and misunderstandings piling up, you begin to question what your heart desires.

02. coming soon

bonus

dear valentine (fluff)

senior year (fluff, slight angst)

headcanons

one ෆ two ෆ three

banner from chinese drama when i fly towards you.

[heathsuii]

Senior Year

「 Suna Rintaro x Reader 」

₊˚ෆ synopsis. you reflect on how quickly autumn had arrived, mirroring the swift changes in your own life as you enter senior year of high school.

cw. fem reader, fluff, slight angst, highschool!au, seatmate!suna, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, reader is emotional, not proofread !

words. 975

a/n. happy belated four years to this blog! the urge to write caught up to me. i'm thinking of actually making a masterlist for this. let me know your thoughts and i hope y'all have a great day <333

autumn air and hues of orange leaves work alongside to guide the new season. fall had snuck in like a shadow at sundown, and while you hadn't noticed it until now, everything seemed to have change over night.

yesterday, the trees were still holding on to their green, hesitant to let go. today, there were amber streaks, and the wind carried a definite feel that you hadn't felt in months. it seemed to be moving too quickly.

it felt like it was just yesterday when he made the decision to sit next to you. becoming one of many interactions you'll share. you let out a quiet sigh, thinking back to those days that felt like they would last forever. alas, life never seemed to work that way. now, here you are—senior year. the last one. the year you had been waiting for, yet now that it was here, you weren't sure where the time had gone.

you're sitting on a bench outside the inarizaki school gymnasium. waiting for a certain someone to finish volleyball practice. this was your routine for who knows how long almost three years.

what started out as a punishment for losing to a game of rock, paper, scissors gradually turned into a habit of waiting just to walk home together. life was silly that way.

"our streak is not streaking anymore."

a familiar voice entered your mind. you then remembered hearing his voice for the first time, back in freshman year, where everything felt new and exciting, with years ahead of you. presently, there was a bittersweet edge to it. each golden leaf that fell to the ground seemed to whisper that things were changing, and not just the seasons. college applications, farewells, the uncertainty of what would come next. it all hung in the cool autumn air.

"is this subtle foreshadowing? don't tell me.. you streak with someone else..."

your heart ached. not from what he said, but because this would be the last year you'd spend together like this, walking the same halls, sharing late-night study sessions, the same jokes. after graduation, your paths would diverge. it's inevitable, really.

suna brushed away a strand of hair stuck on your forehead. successfully snapping you out of your thoughts. successfully making the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

he took out a 500 yen coin from his pocket, and held it infront of you. "a penny for your thoughts?"

wanting to rid of the worry, you sighed. "it's nothing, i just started dwelling over the fact that we'll be graduating."

"if you're scared of graduating you could be a repeater." suna answers, trying to lighten the mood.

you gently hit his arm before proceeding to knock on the wooden bench. "that is so not a funny thing to say, rin!"

"alright, alright. jokes aside, there's nothing for you to be afraid of. you don't have to be alone, you know? i'm here for you." he proclaims while simultaneously soothing your back in a circular motion.

"how can you be so sure?" you mumbled, your forehead crinkling in the process.

"i know so," suna replies. giving you an assuring smile, pressing his thumb on your forehead. "trust me."

a smile spread across his face, and for a moment, everything else faded away. feeling a warmth spread through you, like the sun breaking through the clouds. you felt the warmth on your face.

it was in those smiles you saw the promise of what could be, the warmth of a friendship that felt so much deeper than just friendship.

"you're my best friend, what choice do i have?" you winced internally at your choice of words.

"what if i want more than that?"

your breathe hitched. words seemed to be stuck inside your throat. were you hearing him correctly? was this another faux flirtation? maybe this was your mind playing yet again its awful tricks on you—

"i really really like you. i like you a lot... for the longest time." suna adds, cradling your face ever so gently.

or maybe not. maybe it was never casual. maybe he does likes you.

"i like you too." you exclaim, your mouth had a mind of its own. then again, you were never one to hesitate when you're with him.

suna rintaro gave you a boyish grin. a grin that spread across his face like a ray of sunshine piercing through the gray clouds of your thoughts.

in that moment, it felt as if the world had stopped; everything faded into the background, and it was just him, glowing with pride and happiness. it was infectious, drawing you in, and you found yourself unable to resist smiling back.

he always had that effect on you, even on days when you felt heavy with unspoken fears. that grin had the power to chase away the clouds that hovered over you, if only for a moment.

each time he smiled or grinned at you, it was as if he were speaking a language only you could understand. a soft whisper of reassurance that told you everything would be okay, even when you felt like your world was crumbling.

in those fleeting moments, the weight of everything—college applications, impending goodbyes, and the uncertainty of your futures—seemed to lift. it was as if his smile casted a spell that made everything else go away.

a soft breeze rustled the leaves above you both, showering you with a sprinkle of gold.

the future is uncertain. yet, you chose to brace the unknown.

you laughed, caught off guard by the sudden flurry. “it’s like nature agrees!” you exclaimed, your heart dancing in tune with the fluttering leaves.

you made the decision to stop thinking of the uncertainties ahead. it comes soon enough.

“nature definitely approves of us,” suna said with a lovesick grin, shifting closer to you. your hands intertwined, fingers lacing perfectly together.

[clawsdevour]

interlocked

wc: 0.2k content warning: post-highschool, suggestive, suna x reader, not proofread

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suna's large fingers interlock with yours, dragging them down to the spots he wants to be eagerly touched.

you bite your lip as your eyes trailed in temptation, roaring with sin as his eyes stare at your lips. he's slowly lacing your fingertips onto his warm, smooth skin that melted in your touch.

you're only cuddling, but with a twist.. an extra layer of desire and self control that held you two back. suna's always a tease, even if he's making you do the touching it makes you want to do more.

his slender eyes glare back at you when his hands feel you dig down into his flesh. his growing bulge is almost irresistible the moment it makes eye contact with you.

his hot lips taunt you the moment they make contact with your burning hot skin, nipping and pecking you in your most sensitive places while letting out your subtle gasps and moans.

his fingers lead you to finally have a grasp on his bulge, rubbing it in ways that made his legs squirm. the dripping lava's slowly gushing out of your intimate area and catching onto your garments while he's nipping your ear in pleasure.

suna's other hand's slides up your shirt and makes its way gradually up and under your bra. now he's got you rubbing your legs instead.

fingers still tightly interlocked, you can't predict his next moves.

masterlist here

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The prom ! suna rintaro x f!reader

“the night will hold us close and the stars will guide us home. i’ve been waiting for this moment we’re finally alone. I turn to ask the question so anxious my thoughts, your lips were soft like winter in your passion i was lost.”

warnings:Nervous awkward teenage core, fluff, third years, friends to lovers, unspoken words, there both wearing black aka unironically matching, yn is cousins with the miyas

based off of after dark by mr.kitty (also not proofread sorry)

Tonight was prom, you didn’t really want to go anyways, but were forced by your twin cousins, because “it’s your last year have fun!” They said but the reality was it wasn’t fun. It was full of people who got pre drunk before prom and geeks jumping up and down in a circle on the dance floor. You sit there babysitting lukewarm fruit punch as Atsumu was one of those said geeks jumping up and down on the dance floor, and Osamu was eating and judging the entire dessert table which left you there all alone at the table bored outta your mind on your phone. That’s until you hear a voice “prom sucks huh” he says, you look up to find suna towering over you “it sucks a lot.” You say bluntly he chuckles lightly as he takes a seat nexts to you. “the twins drag you here too” you ask “Yea. just to leave me by myself.” he says rolling his eyes “same smau is being a fattie and tsumu is being a loser on the dance floor” you say “but it looks like they're having more fun than us doesn’t it?” he says, which makes you press your lips together facing the harsh truth. They were having more fun than you both. “Are we the actual losers tonight?” you say looking down at the table “maybe but we can always change that around, i mean if you can’t beat em join em.” he says smiling lightly you look up and your eyes meet his, those beautiful green fox’s eyes of his that always seem to captivate you since your second year when you got introduced to him by the twins. “and how would you say we join them, suna?” you quirk your brow at him, “let’s dance.” he says staring at you not wanting to break a single ounce of contact that you shared “you’re joking rintaro.” you say “but i’m not come on.” he says getting up out of his chair and extending his hand towards you, you were a bit hesitant at first, but if you didn’t agree you’d feel like you would never get a chance like this again.

You take his hand and get up from your seat he slowly guides you to the dance floor not letting go of your hand even for a second thankfully it was a slow dance song, because you were never gonna jump up and down to fein like tsumu was, but that meant you’d get to slow dance, with suna. Such an intimate moment shared between the two of you, you awkwardly place your hands on his shoulders and him on your hips and sway back n forth to the music trying to find a rhythm without looking ridiculous. He’s eyes have been locked on you this whole time observing all your facial features The strong redness on your face seems to grow rather than suppress itself, you look at suna to find his face doing the same thing which brings a soft giggle from you “what’s so funny” he says smiling back “You. This. Us.” you say staring at him “i think that tsumu and samus faces looking at us dancing right now are the funniest thing other than my face” he says looking over at the twins, your eyes follow to see the boys with their jaws dropping at the sight of there best friend and cousin together dancing “mmh i guess your right.” you say looking back at him “i guess i am.” he says The rest of the dance was silent and awkward but you wouldn’t trade it for the word. It was a special moment between the two of you even if everyone was around “maybe prom isn’t so bad after all.” you thought as you sway to the beat with the green eyed fox.

[nepofledgling]

art by @christiansinglebabes

Urgent! Please help a father save his three young daughters from war

This family is very low on funds, with only €4,237 out of the €40,000 goal

I was reached out to by Ahed to make a post for his family. This fundraiser is vetted by Gazavetters, #229 on their spreadsheet

Ahed is a 33 year old father of three young girls with his wife Maisoon. Getting Ahed the funds to evacuate his family is very urgent because they have three children under the age of ten with them, who currently don’t have access to food, clean water, or medical treatment they need. They’re at risk of bombs, infectious illnesses, and starvation every day they remain in Gaza. every hour matters

Ahed’s daughters are the light of his life and his motivation to keep going, and he’s campaigning on here every day to keep them safe. In Ahed’s words, his daughter Fatima (9) is “the closest to my heart, and my little one.”, Iman (6) “The friendly, kind, and loving child who is loved by everyone”, and little Nour, only one year old: “Who did not live her life like other children, as she was born two months before the war”.

Imagine that you’ve just had a baby girl, and you look at her with so much love and imagine with excitement what a bright future she’ll have and how she’ll play with her siblings. And only two months later, your whole life is turned upside down, and you have to wonder every day how you’ll feed her and keep her safe.

This is what happened to Ahed and his wife when they should’ve been at their happiest with a newborn daughter, everything turned into a nightmare. Their apartment was destroyed in a bombing, they were displaced multiple times, and suddenly they were raising their beautiful daughters in a war zone.

Every hour in Gaza is dangerous. Please help get Ahed, Maisoon and their children to safety as soon as possible 🙏🏼 Every donation will bring them closer to a future where Fatima, Iman, and Nour can play together and go to school and rest and recover from what they’ve been through.

Please give Ahed and Maisoon peace where they don’t have to watch their children suffer from illness and malnutrition, the worst thing for a parent to experience.

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[fatooamaahed]

The arrow sign indicates the covers that we use to close the windows. When there are no windows, we use them to close these openings to protect our children from the bitter cold at night.This is what we can do to protect our children from the cold weather at night, despite the ineffectiveness of these covers, but this is what we have..

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[heritageposts]

It seems Tumblr is continuing with their mass deactivation of Palestinian blogs. This time they've gone after @nourfamily1989, a mother with five young children in Gaza. Please continue sharing and supporting her fundraiser while she tries to get her account back.

Donate to Help Nour's Family Rebuild After Devastation, organized by Gz Thrift

This fundraiser is Nour from Gaza, her husband, and their 5 children: Muhammad,… Gz Thrift needs your support for Help Nour's Family Rebuild

[Vetting info / Nour's most recent post]

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i'm in regular contact with nour and i want to highlight the following: 1) her youngest daughter ghazal, who is only two years old, has developed a speech impediment from the trauma of this situation, and her 13 year-old son muhammad has developed an autoimmune issue from lack of sanitation, constant insect bites and exposure to unclean water, recurring illness, etc. 2) my friends recently sent money to help nour buy winter clothes for her children, the prices of which will knock out a lot of what she received due to high demand and low supply. the costs of food, medical treatment, etc. are still very high. 3) many of nour's extended family members benefit from these funds as well. these are people who were already poor before the war, and now they can't work. all they can do is find internet hotspots and ask for help. that's where we come in. if reading this distresses you, and if you're mad about tumblr deleting palestinians' accounts, the good news is that you're not helpless: even tiny donations make a difference.

[heathsuii]

Senior Year

「 Suna Rintaro x Reader 」

₊˚ෆ synopsis. you reflect on how quickly autumn had arrived, mirroring the swift changes in your own life as you enter senior year of high school.

cw. fem reader, fluff, slight angst, highschool!au, seatmate!suna, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, reader is emotional, not proofread !

words. 975

a/n. happy belated four years to this blog! the urge to write caught up to me. i'm thinking of actually making a masterlist for this. let me know your thoughts and i hope y'all have a great day <333

autumn air and hues of orange leaves work alongside to guide the new season. fall had snuck in like a shadow at sundown, and while you hadn't noticed it until now, everything seemed to have change over night.

yesterday, the trees were still holding on to their green, hesitant to let go. today, there were amber streaks, and the wind carried a definite feel that you hadn't felt in months. it seemed to be moving too quickly.

it felt like it was just yesterday when he made the decision to sit next to you. becoming one of many interactions you'll share. you let out a quiet sigh, thinking back to those days that felt like they would last forever. alas, life never seemed to work that way. now, here you are—senior year. the last one. the year you had been waiting for, yet now that it was here, you weren't sure where the time had gone.

you're sitting on a bench outside the inarizaki school gymnasium. waiting for a certain someone to finish volleyball practice. this was your routine for who knows how long almost three years.

what started out as a punishment for losing to a game of rock, paper, scissors gradually turned into a habit of waiting just to walk home together. life was silly that way.

"our streak is not streaking anymore."

a familiar voice entered your mind. you then remembered hearing his voice for the first time, back in freshman year, where everything felt new and exciting, with years ahead of you. presently, there was a bittersweet edge to it. each golden leaf that fell to the ground seemed to whisper that things were changing, and not just the seasons. college applications, farewells, the uncertainty of what would come next. it all hung in the cool autumn air.

"is this subtle foreshadowing? don't tell me.. you streak with someone else..."

your heart ached. not from what he said, but because this would be the last year you'd spend together like this, walking the same halls, sharing late-night study sessions, the same jokes. after graduation, your paths would diverge. it's inevitable, really.

suna brushed away a strand of hair stuck on your forehead. successfully snapping you out of your thoughts. successfully making the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

he took out a 500 yen coin from his pocket, and held it infront of you. "a penny for your thoughts?"

wanting to rid of the worry, you sighed. "it's nothing, i just started dwelling over the fact that we'll be graduating."

"if you're scared of graduating you could be a repeater." suna answers, trying to lighten the mood.

you gently hit his arm before proceeding to knock on the wooden bench. "that is so not a funny thing to say, rin!"

"alright, alright. jokes aside, there's nothing for you to be afraid of. you don't have to be alone, you know? i'm here for you." he proclaims while simultaneously soothing your back in a circular motion.

"how can you be so sure?" you mumbled, your forehead crinkling in the process.

"i know so," suna replies. giving you an assuring smile, pressing his thumb on your forehead. "trust me."

a smile spread across his face, and for a moment, everything else faded away. feeling a warmth spread through you, like the sun breaking through the clouds. you felt the warmth on your face.

it was in those smiles you saw the promise of what could be, the warmth of a friendship that felt so much deeper than just friendship.

"you're my best friend, what choice do i have?" you winced internally at your choice of words.

"what if i want more than that?"

your breathe hitched. words seemed to be stuck inside your throat. were you hearing him correctly? was this another faux flirtation? maybe this was your mind playing yet again its awful tricks on you—

"i really really like you. i like you a lot... for the longest time." suna adds, cradling your face ever so gently.

or maybe not. maybe it was never casual. maybe he does likes you.

"i like you too." you exclaim, your mouth had a mind of its own. then again, you were never one to hesitate when you're with him.

suna rintaro gave you a boyish grin. a grin that spread across his face like a ray of sunshine piercing through the gray clouds of your thoughts.

in that moment, it felt as if the world had stopped; everything faded into the background, and it was just him, glowing with pride and happiness. it was infectious, drawing you in, and you found yourself unable to resist smiling back.

he always had that effect on you, even on days when you felt heavy with unspoken fears. that grin had the power to chase away the clouds that hovered over you, if only for a moment.

each time he smiled or grinned at you, it was as if he were speaking a language only you could understand. a soft whisper of reassurance that told you everything would be okay, even when you felt like your world was crumbling.

in those fleeting moments, the weight of everything—college applications, impending goodbyes, and the uncertainty of your futures—seemed to lift. it was as if his smile casted a spell that made everything else go away.

a soft breeze rustled the leaves above you both, showering you with a sprinkle of gold.

the future is uncertain. yet, you chose to brace the unknown.

you laughed, caught off guard by the sudden flurry. “it’s like nature agrees!” you exclaimed, your heart dancing in tune with the fluttering leaves.

you made the decision to stop thinking of the uncertainties ahead. it comes soon enough.

“nature definitely approves of us,” suna said with a lovesick grin, shifting closer to you. your hands intertwined, fingers lacing perfectly together.

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“It could’ve been worse.” It could’ve been BETTER. It could’e been EASIER. It could’ve been lovely. It could’ve been beautiful, it could’ve been fun. It could have been simple, it could’ve made you HAPPY. 

You can drown in two feet of water just as simply as you can in an ocean. Stop downplaying what happened and neglecting your feelings. Kill that idea with fire. Or at least acknowledge that what happened was bad without immediately trying to justify or dismiss it.