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โฐ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: Suna and Reader in a situationship, dark theme, alcoholism mentions, self conflict (reader), cursing, suggestive scenes but no smut, stoner Suna (we are bringing this headcanon back idc), make out sessions, jealousy, heavy tension, childhood neglect, Atsumu lowkey being nosy, underage smoking, marijuana usage, angst, overthinking, and family problems.
10,000ยฅ= $67.50 USD (idk if this is correct but don't clock me, blame google...)
A/n: no summary for this one, just read and enjoy, didn't wanna spoil it with the summary but i think the warnings kinda already spoiled it a bit. i was planning on splitting this into two parts but ik imma get writers block and probably not finish it so i just decided to shove it all into a oneshot. enjoy this one shot and i'll do my best to continue to be active. please follow, like, and comment! it'll help motivate me to keep up my active streak (โโกโ)๏พ ๐ค
Side note: APPEARANCE, RACE, OR ANY PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION OF READER IS NOT MENTIONED! i'm tired of seeing writers describe y/n in a certain way, it just feels like carigorizing y/n to fit an OC or specific group of people. please make reader enjoyable and fitful for EVERYONE, whether the reader is male, female, or gender neutral! thanks xoxo <3
Another side note: this felt so much longer when writing...
"You're the most useless man I've ever met!" Shouted a woman's voice.
"My income alone can't cover everything in this house, start looking for other jobs instead of drinking yourself sick on that couch!"
"Oh, please. Don't act like you're such a saint, Miko." A male's voice slurred in the same nasty manner.
"If I remember correctly, whoring yourself out for every man on the streets isn't a job!"
Thought Y/n as she was attempting to study for her upcoming physics exam, but clearly, she wasn't getting anywhere near to where she wanted to be at in her notes with the yelling happening below her room.
A heavy sigh left her lips as she glanced over at her clock.
Can't even get a decent amount of studying in with their constant fights.
It was normal for fights to happen a lot, and seriously, they happen a lot.
But it wasn't really like that, she couldn't exactly remember
what happened that turned her once normal happy family into a show people would binge watch for the sole entertainment of arguing and problematic drama.
All she could remember from her childhood is something about a family affair or whatever the hell happened between her parents, at the end of the day; if it didn't effect her in any way, shape, or form then it doesn't matter to her.
The purpose of her is to just to wake up, go to school, go to her part time job afterwards, get home, do school work, sleep, and repeat.
It would only be a matter of time until she has enough saved up by the time she finishes high school and she can move out, she would be at the legal adult age by that time so her parents couldn't force her to stay.
She puts her pencil down, not being bothered with putting her things away, and grabbed her hoodie.
She got her much needed necessities; her phone, headphones, a small bag with snacks that was always filled to the brim, and slipped on a pair of clean shoes she kept in her room.
Making her way to her window, she switched her L.E.D lights off which made her once soft blue room now pitch black. Her hand switched the lock on her window to unlock and climbed out.
Unfortunately, her room was pretty high up on the second floor, so she had to attach a long rope to a corner of her window
in order to do her usual late night activities that she's found herself doing after convincing herself to not be hesitant about it if it helps her escape the venom covered voices downstairs.
The constant fighting always bothered her and it didn't matter how loud her music was in her headphones, because she would always somehow still hear her parent's bickering.
Despite the fact that it wasn't entirely her business of what their fights were about, she was still living in their house so either way, there would be some way she'd end up hearing it.
The ungodly night hours was the only time, besides her after school job at a local restaurant, that she can actually get away from whatever her parents fought about in the house.
There were times she had to sleep over a couple of close friend's houses due to the fighting.
But she sometimes felt like a burden for it despite it not even being her fault this is all happening.
No matter how much her friends assure her that they don't have a problem with it and actually enjoy her being over a lot, especially during the dark hours, parts of her still carries that heavy weight of invading their space.
She unraveled the rope and dropped it down, her legs dragged themselves out the window, her feet softly swaying against the brick wall and her thighs planted on the small sil of the window.
Her hands gripped the rope as she threw herself off, now dangling in the air with the only stability she had was holding onto the thick rope.
She used one of her hands to quickly shut the window before going back to clutching on to the rope with now both hands.
Quiet curses left her lips due to the rope rubbing against the sensitive skin of her palms until she had felt the soft grass on the bottom of her shoes.
Finally, her legs started to move as she put her headphones in and scrolled through her playlists, the dim brightness of the street lamps flickering around her as she walked down the empty sidewalks.
Once she found one, she pressed play and shoved her phone in her sweats pocket alongside her hands finding their way inside her hoodie pockets.
The playlist was a shared one she had with Suna, they both had pretty similar taste when it came to music, which is what brought them closer together.
Honestly, it was kinda funny thinking about how they first met before she even knew who he was or acknowledged his existence.
Any time she wanted a laugh or something to distract her from her parent's yelling, she would always think back to when they met.
It brought a small smile to her lips because it wasn't expected, he was a stranger to her at first and then boom, he's now one of the most closest people she has.
"Gimmie it, Samu!" Exclaimed Atsumu as he threw himself at Osamu, causing them both to fall to the gym floor.
"No way! You already had half of the box, fat ass!" Osamu shouted back as they both wrestled on the gym floor.
"Who are yer' calling a fat ass?!" Atsumu said, making an attempt to snatch the rest of what was left of strawberry pocky but failed miserably.
"Oh, lord." Sighed Ojiro, rubbing his forehead as he was witnessing yet again another fight between the Miya twins.
"Where's Kita-senpai when we need him." A hunched over Hitoshi grunted as he was also being a witness to the two fox twins wrestling over pocky.
"Look, they're at it again!" A friend of y/n said giggling and pointing towards the Miya twins on the floor.
"I bet 10,000ยฅ Atsumu is gonna win." Another one of y/n's friend said.
"Your on!" The first friend replied as they shook hands on the bet.
(Spoiler alert: none of them won.)
Y/n stood a bit behind in between them, casually letting out a yawn and just watching the fight unfold as she took her phone out to record.
"Don't record, Kita-senpai will make you delete it!"
"He's not here yet, though."
"Either way, he somehow finds out and it's scary!"
"Both of y'all be quiet and let me be messy." Replied Y/n.
She now stood around the entrance on the inside of the gym and recording, somehow getting a perfect angle of every move and hit in one frame.
Whenever the twins moved suddenly, she also moved along with them and getting a perfect shot of everything, biting her bottom lip to keep herself from bursting out laughing and almost failing in the process.
After a while of the fight happening, the strawberry pocky ended up scattered on the gym floor, now dirty and uneatable, they both scowled as Heisuke and Michirnari pointed and bursted out laughing at the twins.
"Shut yer' traps!" Atsumu shouted which only caused the two boys on the sidelines laugh more, making Atsumu scoff and scowl.
"If you weren't such a big back, they wouldn't be on the floor." Osamu huffed.
"Alright both of you clean this mess up before Kita comes, and that's an order." Ojiro spoke up loudly for the twins to hear.
Y/n stopped recording after the scolding and laughed to herself, satisfied with another fight between the Miya twins now in her gallery.
"Damn, you got a better angle than me." Spoke up a deep voice besides her, making her turn her head.
The first thing she noticed were his eyes; they were a pinkish red and with the way his narrowed and looked a little sluggish, she knew exactly what he was probably doing.
"Do I know you?" She asked.
"Wow, we have almost all of the same classes and you don't know my name." He said in a small huff and his shoulders slightly deflating.
"Sorry, I guess?" She cringed, "I don't really pay attention to the people in class."
"Understandable. Suna Rinataro, you?" He introduced and lifted his hand out to which she took and firmly shook.
"Pretty name for a pretty lady, and that's quite the grip you got." A lazy smirk forming on his lips.
"Flirting on the first meet, are we?" She said with the corner of her lip twitching in a smile before letting his calloused hand go.
"And thanks, credit to a shit load of homework and overtime." She finished off, getting a low chuckle him.
A quick minute of silence and he holds his phone out to her, earning a raised brow from Y/n.
"Lemme get your number." He spoke.
"So quick with getting the phone number? No social media first?" She teased.
"Flirting on the first meet, are we?" He mocked.
No way a man just used my own words against me.
A small smile made its way out of her mouth as she took his phone.
"Why do you want my number anyway?" She asked as she was typing her number into a new contact.
"I want the video, the one you took was more clear and had a better angle." He replied.
Oh yeah, duh of course he wanted the video. He's just as messy as any other person when they see a fight.
"Right." She said before handing his phone back.
He sent her as quick text just so that his number popped up in her messages.
***-***_****: hola mami ;)
She felt her phone vibrate in her hand and looked down to see the message.
"Don't call me mami." She said and shifting her gaze to him, side eyeing the brunette.
"No need to get an attitude, pretty lady, I just typed the first thing that came to my mind." Suna smiled, tilting his head to the side slightly.
She glanced at him once again before rolling her eyes as her nails tapped against her screen and sent a reply, and by reply she meant the video then proceeded to save his number.
"Thanks, pretty." He smirked.
"Mhm," she hummed and turned around to walk out the gym but stopped.
"By the way," she said before turning her head to look over her shoulder.
"No amount of cologne is gonna cover up the fact that you're soaked in weed." Smiling and turning her head forward to walk out the gym where her friends were still standing.
Well shit, I thought the cologne would at least help. Guess not.
He shrugged and went off to the locker room to change for practice.
"Oh my god, Y/n! You got his number!" Both of her friends excitedly exclaimed as they were pulling at her arms.
"Calm down, will ya? He only wanted the video of the Miya twins." Y/n groaned as her arms started to ache from the aggressive pulling.
"Calm down?!" One of them said whilst letting go.
"You got THE Suna Rintaro's number!" Said the other one who had also let go.
"And?" Y/n replied, still not amused.
The two girls in front of her sighed.
"What we're saying is that so many girls fond over him and would die even for his snap." One started.
"So the fact that you got his number is insane! Make sure to not let anyone find out, his fan girls are actually crazy." Said the other, finishing off.
Y/n blinked before shrugging and waving them off.
"Still don't get the point. But anyway, unlike you guys, I got a job to get to." She said and turning her heels walking away.
"You didn't have to remind us that we're unemployed!" One of them cried out only making Y/n laugh under her breath.
She smiled to herself as the memory replays in her mind with the music in her headphones taking over her hearing.
Tonight was a peaceful night, it was raining earlier so it still had that rain smell (a/n: if ur from the midwest like me, then u know exactly what i'm taking about).
Little puddles of water splashed under her shoes as she continued to walk until she made it to a familiar house, making her way to the left side and standing underneath a certain window.
I was enjoying the coolness of my room. It was another one of those nights where my parents were out working suspiciously strange long hours, but if it gives me more time to myself to smoke then so be it.
Lighting up the end of the blunt I just rolled up, I took in a deep inhale and rested my head back against the wall next to my bed with my eyes closed, letting the smoke fill my lungs before heavily exhaling from my nose and mouth.
The low melody of music playing on my Tv bounced off the walls, echoing throughout my room as my L.E.Ds turned everything around me a soft shade of purple.
Before I could take another hit from the blunt, my phone pings and I shift my gaze down to look at the notification.
Pretty girl: open up, druggie.
A chuckle escaped my lips as I typed out my reply.
Y/n looked down at her phone when her screen turned on, indicating that a notification popped up.
Druggie twininem: you're definitely one to talk, look up.
Rolling her eyes and wiping the smile off of her face, she stuffed her phone back into her sweats pocket once her ears picked up the sound of the window above her opening.
"Took you long enough," Suna said looking down at her with his forearms leaning against the window.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Be glad I even came." Y/n huffed before reaching her arms up for him to pull her.
His veiny hands gripped hers as he pulled her inside his room, making sure that her whole body is inside and shutting his window.
Before he could open his mouth, Y/n already had his lit blunt in her mouth, inhaling the smoke and leaning back to exhale with her socked feet, that she somehow had kicked her shoes off even though she just got inside, propped up on his bed.
"Gonna join or are you just gonna stand there and stare?" Her brow arched while letting the blunt rest between her index and middle finger.
He lazily smirked and made his way over to her, sitting besides her. His arm sneaking around her waist and pulling her in with his hand place firmly on the side of her thigh.
"Who would've thought that a fight video of the Miya twins could lead to what's going on now." Suna said, breaking the not so silence, due to the music, and took the blunt from her to take a hit himself.
She giggled, both from what Suna said and from the marijuana fogging up her mind, then rested her head on his shoulder.
"Ain't that somethin', hm?" Her now hazed eyes looking up at him and her chin sitting on his shoulder blade.
Their eyes meet; both red from the high and teenager lust. Soon, their lips would press against each other, connecting like two puzzle pieces.
Both of them humming from the taste of each other and the soft skin of their mouth giving them a taste of their breath.
Sounds of the kissing filled their ears besides the music that filled the emptiness of the room's atmosphere.
Suna's tongue licked Y/n's bottom lip, asking for permission to enter, although most of the time he didn't need to ask since he would always just shove his tongue down her throat anyway, she granted him access by parting her lips and their tongues intertwining with each other.
It started to feel hot in the room even with the air conditioning on, and within a few seconds the newly lit blunt was now forgotten on the ashtray on his bedside table and Y/n found herself straddling Suna's lap.
His ringed fingers gripping her hips as his black painted nails softly dug into her skin through her sweats.
"Taste s'good." He muttered against her lips, only pulling away for a breather and both of their chests heaving up and down.
"Got a new chapstick flavor." Y/n replied in a shaky breath making Suna flash his teeth.
His tone changed to a tease as he leaned up to kiss her again, and again, and again, until they pulled each other back together into a heated make out session.
Everything around them was long forgotten, she was at peace whenever she was around Suna.
She's never felt this way with anyone before, none of her past boyfriends made her feel safe and loved. There was something about him that drew her to him; maybe it was how he could relate her to her on a personal level?
But all of her friends related to her on a personal level, so what made him any different?
Growing up, she'd fantasize about escaping with someone; a lover maybe, but she knew Suna better than to be in a relationship with her.
The more they hung out, the more her heart ached for him, her mind dreaming of small scenarios of them being together.
She knew it wasn't gonna happen, they were just together but not together at the same time.
Despite him making it very clear to her that they weren't dating, she didn't understand why he was so jealous about other guys at school talking to her, let alone breathe in her direction.
Whatever it was, she can't brush it off; the feeling of his eyes always on her wherever she was or how he was conveniently at the restaurant she worked at and was only there if she was on the clock, it didn't exactly creep her out but it made her feel wanted in a way.
Being neglected by her parents since their fights started up, she craved attention and validation; something from someone to make her feel wanted and loved, there were the many times that she never got the attention she always had to beg for from her parents or from anyone, she'd get brushed off and it caused her to isolate herself from them.
He made her feel wanted, like he wanted her as much as she did and she knew that there wouldn't be anyone else who would do it how Suna does.
"Can you not?" Suna groaned, putting his hand on Atsumu's face and pushing him away after seeing the yellow head trying to peak at his phone over his shoulder.
"I wanna know who yer' texting!" He whined before a volleyball smacked the back of his head.
"You're always in everybody's business but your own." Suna huffed and shutting his phone off.
"It was Y/n, huh?" He teased and rubbing the back of his head from impact of the volleyball.
"Shut it." Snapping his neck at the twin.
"Geez," Atsumu frowned and putting his hands up in defense. "No need to get defensive."
Suna walked up to the court and got into position, Y/n was sitting on the bleachers with her two friends who were chatting while she was absorbed in her phone.
What Atsumu said was true, he was texting Y/n but it was normal, yeah totally normal; friends talking to each other, flirting, using pet names, occasionally making out after a smoke session, and in person pretending to act like everything is normal, because it was, right?
His focus was supposed to be on practice but he can't help himself with his ears picking up on another male's voice and Y/n's voice.
"L/n-senpai! Would it be okay to help me on something?" A male's voice chirped.
"Depends on what it is, Haku-kun." She said looking up from her phone.
Suna gritted his teeth as he failed to block Ojiro's spike causing everyone else to groan in frustration.
"Hey, don't sweat it." Ojiro breathed heavily with sweat dripping down his face.
"Set me another, Atsumu." The darker skinned man shouted as he jogged back to his original position.
Even with that, Suna failed again with his blocking.
Suddenly a slap was thrown onto Suna's back.
"I don't know what's going on in your head, but get it together." It was Osamu that spoke and walked to the bench for a break.
After the boy left the gym, along with y/n's friends who forgot about a project they have due soon, they bid her goodbye and left as well, leaving Y/n on her own.
Suna made his way to the sidelines bench and pulled his phone out.
Druggie twininem: Who was that boy?
Y/n looked at the notification and glanced up to see Suna who was staring at her and raised a brow, waiting for a reply.
Druggie twininem: Don't play dumb, you know who I'm taking about.
A scoff like laugh left her lips, softly shaking her head as her nails tapped on her phone screen.
Pretty girl: He was just asking for help on an assignment.
Druggie twininem: Stop playin' with me, that was a first year.
Pretty girl: You're really nosy, you know that?
Druggie twininem: So what if I am? Can't let anybody be around someone like you.
Pretty girl: Someone like me?? The fuck is that suppose to mean?
Druggie Twininem: You're too good for anybody else.
Pretty girl: What makes you any different from "anybody else"?
Druggie twininem: touchรฉ...
Rolling her eyes as she left him on read and shoving her phone in her bag before getting up to head out of the gym.
Suna sighed and shoved his phone in his pocket and ran a hand through his hair.
"So what does make you different than anybody else?" Atsumu said nudging the brunette.
"Get the fuck outta my business!" He exclaimed and threw his sweaty towel at Atsumu's face, making the boy sitting besides him screech.
After some time, Y/n and Sunna pulled away to catch their breaths.
There was something that Y/n wanted to say and Suna could see it.
His hands make their way up to her face, cupping her cheeks to look at him; his eyes, despite being hazed and completely stoned, he has a soft glimpse that examined her face carefully.
"Tell me," she started off, hesitating ever so slightly before continuing.
"What do I gotta do to make you all mine?" There, she finally said it but in her mind she was telling herself how stupid she was for saying it, thinking that she ruined the moment they were having because she wanted to tell him how she felt about where they stand.
A soft pinkish red hue dusted her cheeks as she maintained eye contact with the boy.
"You know I'm not fit to be in a relationship, especially now." He finally spoke up.
"Honestly I dread going to school; I mainly go just for volleyball, but you made it entertaining enough."
Woah, that's something new.
Her own voice in her head spoke to her.
Oh, shut up. You and I both know that he wants nothing but a quick fuck from us.
Another voice of hers replied.
We literally only make out, there's no fucking any time soon.
Keep lying to yourself, it won't make you feel any better.
"Baby?" Y/n snapped out of her thoughts at his voice, but what he called her is what made her go back to reality.
Hush, don't ruin this moment for them.
We're literally her own thoughts.
"You okay?" His tone was softer, a little raspy but comforting.
She nodded and lowered her gaze.
"I need a verbal response, just to be sure."
Why was it that he's so loving to her? Why does he care about her and her feelings when he wants nothing but what her own thoughts said; entertainment and make out sessions.
He's lying, he just doesn't wanna be with you.
It's the truth, you have to stop being delusional and face reality.
There were kisses placed all over her face and sweet words coming from Suna, she didn't even realize she was crying until the kisses caught her off guard.
"I don't know what made you upset, but it's gonna be okay." His voice whispered comfortingly against the entrance of her ear, his arms carefully wrapped around her torso as his face found itself placed in the crook of her neck.
Her body failed her as she felt herself melt into his touch, her eyes locked onto the white wall in front of her.
The feeling of his hands stroking her back to comfort her, she shouldn't be like this vulnerable; why did she have to feel like this.
Was it because this was healing parts of her inner child? Getting the attention she never had to beg for when it came to him?
Despite him treating her like a stranger in public, in private he acted like her lover; he treated her too good, too good for her own sake.
She does deserve this; she doesn't deserve him and he doesn't deserve her.
That was something they both knew too well, two broken souls finding comfort and hope in each other's torn parts. Putting two broken pieces that didn't belong together, won't fix them or make them into one whole.
A tear pricked from the corner of her eye and dribbling down her tear stained cheek, closing her eyes and hiding her face in his shoulder.
You were never mine, but god, you were close...
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