"you couldn't love me back, right?"
modern au again bc im a sucker for it . t4t (in spirit, the reader is trans bc i said so and i am trans) bc i THINK SUNDAY IS VERY TRANSGENDER . im projecting so hard . this one is just fluff . my poor religious trauma babygirl . let a pretty boy love u . TW FOR VERY BRIEF CULT MENTIONS AND SUNDAY BEING A VERY TRAUMATIZED SWEETHEART !!
to sunday oak, the world was a place he had no idea how to navigate. after breaking free of the cult his family had him in, and realizing he was very much not the daughter the uncle who raised him had wanted him to be, he had floundered through life, tied to his baby sister robin. figures the two kids that left the lifestyle were incredibly queer, traumatized, and codependent.
robin had made her way to the stage once again, reclaiming the voice her church had made to steal. she'd found a sweet girlfriend, and they'd settled into an apartment uptown.
sunday, however, wasn't as fortunate. he'd fallen into a bit of disarray, not really knowing how to acclimate into society after losing the idea of his "power". he never wanted it, but he had no idea how to live without it. so, he found himself fixated on learning.
sitting in the back of your comparative religion lecture, the first thing you'd noticed about the gorgeous man who was struggling to figure out where to sit was the aura of a lost animal. primally scared, fundamentally distrusting. and your heart ached for him, that poor wet cat of a man who was so obviously afraid to ask to sit with anyone.
before your mind could catch up with your mouth, you'd spoken, and he startled slightly, turning round gold eyes to you. your mouth dried up a little, taking in just how pretty he was. he flushed slightly, smiling nervously and nodding as he made his way towards your table.
"thank you, i'm new here and it's been a bit difficult to acclimate," he murmured, sliding gracefully into the seat next to you, and you noted absently that he smelled amazing. "i'm sunday, it's nice to meet you...?"
"ah!" you told him your name in kind, and returned the smile he'd beamed at you. "it's nice to meet you as well, i'm not new but i remember being new."
he hummed, opening his mouth to respond before the professor walked in, the idle chatter closing off and attention turning to the head of the room. sunday sent you a sheepish look, and you grinned, turning to the front.
and in the next class, next week, he'd made sure to snag the seat next to you.
this became a consistent, and soon, after the lecture your fourth week into the semester, you'd quietly asked him if he'd like to grab a drink. when he sputtered a bit, you smiled softly, amending it to coffee, and he deflated, mumbling a soft, sheepish "yes".
over that coffee, you got to talking, and the first thing you learned about sunday oak was his family name. and you'd recognized it, having heard of the arrest of his grandfather, father, and uncle, and having heard of his sister, which was a much kinder topic.
"my pride and joy," he'd described her, a fond smile on his face. "my actual best friend, the person i can't imagine life without. robin is my anchor. she was the first person i came out to, far before we left."
"you love her so much," you breathed, and he smiled brightly, making your heart squeeze dangerously.
"of course i do! that's my baby sister!" his pride was tangible, and he traced a small shape into the table, looking down momentarily. "i've never.. really had friends of my own before. i'm glad my first was you."
you almost kicked yourself, willing your traitorous blush to abate. this was not the time to ruin things with a crush! he deserved a real friend, not a friend that fell for him.
"i'm glad to be your friend, sun," you breathed, and his blinding smile was worth the ache in your chest.
two months later, you weren't faring as well.
you'd noticed it, a few weeks ago, that you were dreaming of him. nothing obscene, unlike many of your other interests, but just... yearning. world-warping levels of want. and you thought maybe, just possibly, a little, that sunday may be reciprocal.
it started innocuous, small brushes up against you when you weren't thinking about it too heavily. ordering your favorite coffee to have ready for classes, doodles on the margins of his pages that you weren't sure you were meant to see of hearts with tiny illegible letters in them like a kid in love. it was endearing and you were all for it.
today, however, felt different.
sunday oak, ever eloquent and beautifully spoken, was stuttering over himself when you walked in, wearing a crop top for the heat of late spring. your heart stuttered when he breathed out a "hi", and you honest to god giggled.
"hey, sun, how you?" you grinned, and he flushed further, blinking a few times before he breathed out harshly.
"i like you," he blurted, and immediately looked like he wanted to be swallowed up into the earth. "ah, sorry i-"
your massive smile, almost painful, must have shocked him, and you sat down next to him like always and leaned your head on his shoulder.
"me too," you whispered, and his shoulders relaxed, his head tentatively coming to rest on yours, and his hand coming to rest over yours, fingers lacing through.
and in the warmth of that spring, you thought it'd be nice to watch him grow into this.
hi :) i am sob abt sunday. i just want to hold his pretty face. good morning chat. i fear this is rushed as hell but i need to leave in like 35 minutes so i have to goooooo ;w;
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