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[rinslove]

RANDOM HUSBAND TEXTS

pairing: suna rintarou x fem!reader

warnings: talk of alcohol consumption, mild language, one semi-sexual comment but nothing explicit.

requested by @joyfulenthusiastwitch: Hi! Can i request some husband texts from Rin and Oikawa? Thank you 💕

autumn's note: here's the one for rin! i hope you like it!

[ceejles]

oooo

[kithgojo]

RECHARGE.

⌕ suna x f!reader

≡ tw/cw: suggestive. unedited. fluff. rin curses once (i think ?). reader is called princess, babe, pretty.

⊹ notes: just me loving the hell out of rin heh. but, as always, i hope you enjoy !!

You heard his footsteps searching, steps rather lazy but quiet, soft and familiar as he called out like a lost child in need of a savior, voice with a hint of urgency for those that can decipher, but rather still embedded with his nonchalant coolness to the naked ear, 

“Babe, where are you?” Rintaro called out as he lightly itched his stomach as small droplets of water dripped down his brown locks as he pushed his hair back to expose his handsome forehead.

Because the moment he stepped into the apartment, after what it seemed to be a normal day of practice and hanging out with the boys, you noticed something was off.

It wasn’t that he didn’t make an effort to kiss your soft skin, run his fingers against the curve of your hips, or tell you he loved you like he’s had every since you both got together.

It wasn’t the fact that he did anything unusual. He did his normal routine of going for a glass of water after changing out of his clothes — shirtless with a pair of gray sweats that looked awfully too good for your wellbeing. 

Nor was it the way he pushed you both onto the couch as he snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, nipping at your skin as his arms weaved around you. 

Your ears perked up — focusing on the noise of his movements, “In the bedroom!” you chimed back, eyes plastered to your phone screen, mentally counting down his steps as your boyfriend made his way over. 

But, it was in the way he held you — a bit tighter than normal.

The way he gazed into your eyes — a bit longer than usual.

And it was the way he melted into your touch, grasping for more, absolutely unwilling to let you go — a bit more fervently than always. 

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[kazumie]

naur the eyeliner <3

[iwadori]

“i’ve always liked you in this colour y/n,” suna said, his breath directly on your shoulder blade, making you slightly shudder from the contact.

when you agreed to be a bridesmaid for your friend's wedding, you didn't know that the groomsman you’d be paired with was your recent ex, suna rintarou. but in your current predicament with one of his hands on your waist and the other slowly trying to pull up the zipper of your dress, you weren’t exactly hating the situation.

“look at us,” he said, his eyes making contact with yours in the mirror you were in front of, “we’d make a great couple,” he took a pause before he finished his sentence saying, “oh wait we were one.”

“can you just zip up the dress suna,” you said through gritted teeth.

“why the hostility y/n?” he questioned “you used to love when I helped get you in your clothes or for that matter, got you out of them.”

“suna,” you said with a tone that he could still instantly recognise, sensing your growing frustration with him.

“i’m kidding, im kidding,” he laughed, “you used to love my jokes.”

“yeah when we were dating now look at us,” you snap “can you just zip up the dress please.”

“ok then,” his smile dropped and his hand slowly moves from your waist and he silently continues to pull up your zipper.

the time it took him to finish zipping your dress felt never ending, and his eyes never left yours. you wanted to say something, but you didn’t know what. it’s hard to see suna, let alone talk to him but there were so many things left unsaid from when you broke up that it was awkward between you. however, you couldn’t help silently bask in the proximity of you both and the light presses his fingers made up your back as he pulled the zipper.

suna finished zipping your dress up and you silently thanked him before turning to leave the room, before a calloused hand touched your arm. “y/n before we go, can we talk,” he asked looking sincere, “for real this time.”

“we’ll be late for the wedding.”

“i think we have a few minute to spare,” he countered, you were reluctant to stay but knew you needed to, so you nodded for him to continue, “don’t you miss how we were?”

“really suna?”

“c’mon just answer the question,” he said, stepping closer to you with a small smile on his face, “because i miss you.”

“of course i miss you,” you said, your eyes averting his, “but i don't miss how we were.” it was the truth and he agreed with that, as much as you both loved your past relationship, there was a reason you ended it.

but suna wanted to change that, “can’t we try again?”

“you really think that would be a good idea?” you argue.

“i don’t know,” he said causing you to have some doubt, but he stepped closer to you know both of his hands worming around your waist, “but i do know that it would be a good idea for you to dance with me later tonight.” his suggestion made you chuckle and the slight teasing you were so used made you remember all the good times that you two had.

“well maybe we can start off being friends first,” you said seriously and he nodded. “anyways we have a wedding to get to,” you finished trailing out of the room with suna following behind you.

“so do i get that dance or not?” he calls behind you with a smile.

you weren’t rushing to get back together but you weren’t closed off to the idea, spending the rest of the night with a smile on your face as suna — your ex who still frustrated you from time to time — held you close as you moved on the dance floor, all night.

AN: first time posting in 7 months ahhhhhh and idk what I’m doing. Idk why I chose to write a drabble but um Suna exes to lovers so lovely.

[kentophobic]

“rin.” your voice is no more than a hum, a sputter of breath floating across the sheets. “you can go to sleep, y'know. i’m not going anywhere.”

suna has never shared his bed with anyone. and as humiliating that might seem at any other time, here and now—as you soak his room in midnight blues, airing the bed with the scent of sleep and warmth and you, the thought almost seems—endearing. at least to you, anyway.

“’m fine,” he murmurs—voice half-smothered by the fluff of his pillow. “wide awake actually.”

“oh, are you now?” you nudge him from the other side of the mattress as he mumbles something unintelligible, hooking an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

“yep,” his breath flutters against your neck, a swirl of laughter catching in your throat. “could run a marathon right now.”

you roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck as he buries himself further and further into you, and part of you—a stupid, lovesick little part—would keep him awake forever if you could.

because you like this suna. the never shared a bed before, barely clinging to consciousness, would stay up until dawn if you really wanted him to suna. the one that buries his face in your neck and hums sweet words of solace against your skin and kisses i love you’s into your shoulder just because he can.

and perhaps, that’s rather selfish of you. perhaps clinging onto this—to late nights and early mornings and the hum of his voice amongst a thousand stars is too much to ask for.

but suna has never shared his bed with anyone, and somehow, tonight, he’s sharing it with you. so, when he pulls you closer, tugging the blanket just above your shoulders as his lips press into the center of your jaw, you decide that you’re allowed to be a little selfish if you’d like.

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[moriisukes-deactivated20221207]

FLUSTER: 1 : to put into a state of agitated confusion. 2 : to lose your cool.

or, in other words, HQ BOYS FLUSTERING YOU

yaku morisuke offers to help you with your assignments when he sees you struggling, praising you with a, ‘good job,’ after you’ve gotten a question right. you don’t miss the way he quickly jots down his number with a smiley face before he leaves, sending you a boyish smile and wave over his shoulder.

miya atsumu notices the drop of chocolate just below your bottom lip, instead of choosing to embarrass you in front of your group of friends, he takes his thumb to wipe it off, placing that same finger in his mouth to lick it clean. you can feel your heart beating out your chest when he sends you a subtle wink.

suna rintaro has not taken his eyes off of you the entire night. with a drink in his left hand and his right hand in his pocket, he bends down slightly so he’s head level with you, lips right at your ear when he whispers, ‘you look good tonight,’ before retreating to his full height to give you one of his signature smirks.

kuroo tetsurou tries to ignore the heat already making its way up his face and over the tips of his ears with you against his chest. he meant to pull you out of the way of skaters but didn’t realize how close he was already standing next to you. now, he has to deal with the aftermath of having you embraced fully into him.

iwaizumi hajime mumbles a quick, ‘excuse me,’ as he moves past you, hand on your lower back so he doesn’t accidentally bump into you. you’re too caught up in trying not to think of his scent that you miss the way he looks back once more to get a second glance at you.

[kenjiru-deactivated20231231]

spring cleaning

synopsis: After finally convincing your boyfriend to spend the weekend cleaning up your shared apartment, you find yourself snooping a little too far into your shared closet, and discover the ultimate keeper of secrets: A dirty old shoebox.

pairing: atsumu miya x reader word count: 1.06k tags: fluff, marriage talk, use of profanity

author’s note: hi! here’s my first haikyuu oneshot, just to try my hand at things. i had some fun writing this short little thing so, i hope you enjoy!

The beginning of March brings along many joys—like the slightly warmer weather and the lovely March break, amongst other things.

But yet, when it comes to Atsumu? He absolutely dreads it, and it’s all due to the idea of spring-cleaning.

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[yuusagi-chii]

i see you, and i trade all you this

[yuusagi-chii]

with this, i’ve doubling tripling my hand

your turn, @mephiis​ @kyriaan​

[crumplstiltskin]

[peachysamu]

when osamu answers, he’s tense. a quick, short, hey, feeds into the line, but even so, even if you’re the one who walked out on him, he’s always held out his promise to be there for you. he may have let the phone go off an extra two rings just out of spite and he may have disregarded his usual salutations of affection, but he answered. he’s there.

“hey.” you reply back, equally confrontational because the tension hasn’t dissolved yet but it has softened. rather than jagged edges, it smooths into a silent pressure that nags at your chest.

“yeah?”

you don’t know what to say. you’re mad. but you’re in love. you’re scared. but you’re in love. you’ve been taught that life is fleeting, that beauty is found in temporary. euphoria and grief will pass and you will be okay.

no one had told you that love is constant. no one had prepared you for the realization that love exists in an infinite plane that transcends between contradiction and similarity. loving is like inheriting a new skin. it sticks to every crevice of your body.

“hey.” this one is more tender, softened too in concern. it’s like he’s trying to reach in between the distance you both have placed between yourselves. you take it.

“i’m not saying sorry because i’m still mad at you.” you preface.

“for fuck’s sake—“

“but i just wanted to call to tell you i love you.”

he inhales like you’re saying it for the first time but it only takes a second for him to gather himself back together. “i love ya too.”

and with his admission, you feel yourself liquify in your seat as you wait for the light to turn green. it’s silent on the line as you two absorb the events that have occurred in the last couple of minutes because the last couple of hours seem negligent now. whatever you were fighting about, whatever it was that made him scream and made you walk out, seem trivial when it comes to this.

“i passed by an accident.” you tell him, gripping the wheel firmly as you make a left turn. “and i had to tell you i love you.”

“okay,” he accepts. “drive safe. call me when you’re done driving so i know you’re okay.”

“okay.”

there is no tension through the phone. love persists.

[kithgojo]

a white lie | s.kiyoomi x f!reader (unedited)

Sakusa Kiyoomi was no liar, but for you… never will he hesitate to break his character at the expense of loving you. 

this was supposed to be a multi character post, but it screamed Sakusa Kiyoomi at me too much that I switched it over to him. I’ll have another multi character piece out soon, since I haven’t done one in awhile ( : hope everyone is having a good day!! 

Taking you from behind, inching deep into your warm delicate walls as the soft movements of his hips correlated to the lewd moans leaving your lips. Gently grasping your face from behind to place his lips swiftly upon yours, muffling your moans and stifling your cries. Pulling away to occasionally lock eyes as he tugged on your lower lips — his silent signal asking if you were okay.

The room is hot, drenched in the incense of lust and love, filled with the desperate desire to be a pleasing vessel of ecstasy for the other — to feel connected, loved, treasured, honored… to feel intimately close that it hurt to be apart.

To simply love.

To Sakusa Kiyoomi, love was pure. It was honest and raw. It was an aspect of himself that he treasured and saved just for these precious, secret moments that he could solely give to you — a present that no other person can witness.

Sakusa Kiyoomi was no liar.

Slowly attempting to bottom out by taking it slow, moving his hips in pacing waves to stretch you out and ease out the tension in your hips. He’ll kiss the lining of your back, peppering your shoulder blades with light kisses, oftentimes resorting to leaving small bites on your shoulders when the urge to simply fuck you senseless blinded him from his self-restraint to not rut into you like a rabid dog when your pussy was just so good — simply perfect and divinely made just for him — his religion and faith, purely golden in his belief.

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[chicoree-deactivated20220403]

summer loving

Pairing: stepbro!Suna x f!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ aged up characters, College/University AU, pseudocest, spit, praise, slight degradation, deepthroating

A/N: Written for @sailorkooks for my one year event!! Thank u, Mina, for entering the draw 💕 Thank you @vanille–kiss​ and @anime-nymph​ for beta reading!

WC: 6.6K

The house is empty when you get home, the front foyer devoid of the mess of shoes that are normally there. Peeking into the living room yields none of the usual suspects either, and it isn’t until you step into the gleaming white kitchen that you find someone.

You sniff valiantly, ignoring the way Suna’s eyes flick over you from head to toe, taking in the smudged mascara, the way your feet turn in slightly towards each other, and the tight grip you have on yourself.

“Where’s dad?”

He takes a moment to swallow the chuupet he’d been in the middle of demolishing, speaking around the wrapper still in his mouth.

“Left to get scratchers and milk at 7/11 ten years ago.”

There’s a pause where you shoot him a positively poisonous glare, and he feigns shock, overexaggerating the rise of his eyebrows as he stands up a little straighter.

“You mean your dad? Out with his buddies or something.” He half-shrugs, the easy rise and fall of one shoulder. “My bad.”

You roll your eyes and glance around, frowning as you try to catch the sounds of somebody else—anybody else at home. “Where’s mom?” He opens his mouth and you squint at him, swiftly tacking on, “your mom.”

Suna smiles, a slight curl of his mouth that makes you feel like you should be in on whatever inside joke he has with himself. “Some meeting or something. I dunno.” When you go to leave, he speaks again, halting you in your tracks. “Who dumped you this time?”

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[rkgknno]

I love them your honor

[earthtooz]

𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔!

warnings: semi-suggestive? sfw! allusions to hooking up or whateva idk. dialogue-heavy, kuroo is absolutely the main character. idk this is just a feel good fic inspired by girl in read's 'bad idea!'

"you hooked up with suna rintarou!?" kuroo practically screamed in the little pod of the university library, knocking over his bottle of water in the process.

you hissed at him to quiet down, "kuroo! we may be in a private room but people can still hear us, shut up!"

he points at you, flabbergasted, "my best friend is a whore!"

"shut up and calm down!"

the black-haired pouts before plopping back down on his chair, picking up his fallen water bottle, "is that why you look like a mess?"

"i look like a mess? and you didn't tell me?"

"i could tell you got your shit rocked."

"i- what?"

"i mean, y'know... it seemed like you had a fun night so i didn't question it," he ignores your offended scowl with a wave of his hand, "but i had no idea you had it with suna rintarou!"

"don't make it sound like we fucked!"

"you didn't?"

"no! we just-" you groaned, putting your head in your hands, shaking it as you tried to rid the memories of last night, "-we only made out but that's literally the extent of it."

"okay... and how was it?"

"...it was fine. great. perfect, actually," the word document that currently had your typed out essay blinked at you disappointedly, "but it was most definitely a bad idea."

it was a bad idea because suna's touch burns and it's so hard to forget about, invading your senses, causing for you to forget all rational thoughts, replacing them with a certain middle blocker. you don't know if life will ever be the same after this.

kuroo tilts his head, "why are you crying over someone who's a good kisser? maybe i should go over to suna myself and-"

"shut the fuck up or i will throw a volleyball at your nuts."

he whistles, "might wanna save that volleyball for someone whose first name begins with an 'r'."

"retsuro kuroo, right?" you asked, giving him a sly smile as he rolls his eyes. "whatever, i've had enough studying. let's get outta here."

"can we get some tacos?" you nod, "perfect. anyways. i don't see why you're freaking out about this, haven't you had a crush on that guy since freshman year? because of the business course? i see this as an absolute win."

it's true. the lasting crush you've had on suna was all because of a business class you took in first year of university. the moment he walked through the doors you knew that you'd become down bad for the man who suddenly rocked your world without even knowing it.

you huff as a heavy tote bag weighs on your shoulder, "he's probably not even into me kuroo. chances are that i just happened to be there at the right place and time."

"you gotta give yourself a little more credit, y/n. you're hot as shit, otherwise i wouldn't hang out with you-"

"prick."

"-i'm kidding. but seriously, suna's a guy that cares a lot more than he lets on. he's not like atsumu who plays with the idea of love. from what i've heard in the locker room, suna doesn't waste his time with hookups and other useless shit. i doubt last night happened because he wanted fun."

your heart skips a beat at the thought of last night meaning something- even if it's so sadly minuscule- to him, but the nonchalant appearance of suna rintarou gets the better of your thoughts, messing you up completely.

he probably didn't care about you, not in the way kuroo described.

it's not as though you were strangers. you've had a few classes here and there, a few discussions about each others degrees and whatnot. most importantly, you've spent a lot of panicked all-nighters together, messaging each other on instagram in your delirium.

in fact, texting suna when he was seconds away from crashing should've lessened your infatuation for him. the stupid, totally not-funny memes he sent should've been icks, but they weren't. it was actually really fucking adorable to see past his 'cool guy' facade as he sends you dank memes that came straight out of 2012.

you were fucked.

you were just as fucked as you were last night when he whispered soft praises against your skin, hands running up and down your sides.

'darling you're so pretty it hurts.'

fuck.

kuroo's steps beside you suddenly slow down, causing you to turn around and ask what was wrong. "hey... uh, don't look, but suna rin and like his friends are 10 metres away, at 10 o'clock."

"you're fucking with me!"

"that's suna's job not mine! either way, he just spotted us!" kuroo's eyes widen, "he's doing the analytical look he always does!"

"run!"

"i am not about to let you run away from your problems- you're not kenma! you're a bad bitch who's either about to wife a 6'3 guy up or get her heart broken, proceeding to have a massive glow up, what's your choice?"

"suddenly i'm an olympian."

"too late, he's walking this way and he's faster than you."

"kuroo tetsuro i am about to become a literal maneater-"

"y/n?"

you turn around, meeting suna's concerned gaze as he raises a questioning brow at you. with a nervous laugh, you greet the middle blocker with a smile.

goodness, this is not what you needed at 4:30pm. what you needed was a volleyball. two of them.

"suna! what's up?" you asked casually.

"nothing much, how's your day been?"

"been writing a paper, but other than that, alright. did you want to talk about something?"

"i just wanted to check to see if you got home safely last night. you didn't respond to any of my texts."

"you texted me?" quickly, you log in to your phone and open imessages, only to be greeted by your previous game of uno against bokuto, kenma, akaashi and kuroo. "i'm sorry, i had no idea."

he rubs his neck, "it's okay, i figured you were busy or something."

"always on the clock."

suna huffs out a chuckle, "exactly."

it's awkward and the silence drives you insane, "about last night..."

his eyes widen a little, a small sign that he's been waiting for this conversation.

"did it mean anything?"

and yes, suna wants to shout that it meant so much more than he could ever express. that you were oddly special to him and he wanted more, wanted to know your favourite song and why, wanted to know what it'd be like to physically hangout with you at 3am instead of snickering to himself in his own dorm, he wanted to know what kind of lip balm you use.

there was so much suna wanted yet too little time to have them.

but there was no way of telling you that he kept you as close to him as possible for the limited moments he had with you, unsure when he'd ever have this opportunity again, so he answers your question with an indifferent shrug, "only if you wanted it to mean something."

you narrow your eyes at him, unimpressed, "that was lower than the bare minimum."

his heart races in his chest. "hypothetically, if i asked you on a date, what would you say?"

"whatever you want me to say," you shrug, smirking at him for a brief moment of silence. he rolls his eyes.

"i want you to say yes."

"then i'd say yes but you're not really asking me out are you?"

the corners of his lips quirk into a smile, "suddenly i am. i'll pick you up tomorrow, in front of your dorm, 7pm. we're going out, sound good?"

"sounds good," you chuckle.

suna grins breathlessly as he tries to conceal the explosions of nervous excitement in his chest, "great, cool, amazing! i'll message you soon."

"i won't leave you on delivered this time."

"don't go breaking my heart, pretty."

you watch as he jogs away with an amused smile, noticing the way he practically skips back to his friends. you grab your phone, finding his contact.

to: s*na r1ntaro > you're a really good kisser btw

atsumu shrieks from 10 metres away.

[kithgojo]

kiyoomi blushes a faint pink whenever you kiss the two moles on the top of his right eyebrow, proceeding to gently cup his face to give him a light peck on the lips. he knows you and seen you at the most vulnerable, but yet he can’t help but feel like a pubescent middle school boy with a fluttering heart, taking short glances at his first love, as he softly mutters in response, so close that only you could hear, “thank you and I love you.” He literally cannot continue the day without you planting a kiss there in the morning after his shower — his day just wouldn’t feel right without it. so after a long day, kiyoomi goes to sleep looking forward to another day with you placing a kiss on his moles, hoping that he won’t blush as much, nor have his heart pound from his chest at your simple touch…

but he falls asleep knowing he’ll fail tomorrow because he always has.

© sunareign 2022. Do not copy, plagiarize, and/or repost.

[sexyandcringe]

Warning: none

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining

A/n: happy birthday Rin!!♡

Suna Rintarou is in love.

And one of his obnoxiously loud teammates, a fake blond named Miya Atsumu, won’t let him live it down. He can hear the blond’s low whistles whenever you touch him, be it on purpose or not. He also hears the twins whispering not so subtly to each other behind his back about how whipped he is for you.

Suna knows that he is being very obvious with his feelings, with his light stutters and flushed cheeks whenever you talk to him. He is obvious to everyone BUT YOU.

Sometimes, Suna hates you; do you HAVE to be this flirty (something you deny and say that you’re just “being friendly”) with everyone? He hates how you make his heart flutter whenever you joke about having a crush on him for playing well, how you’d call him “hot and cool” when he successfully blocks the rival team’s ace. He hates that you’d giggle and share your food with Osamu, even though he knows that there is no ulterior motive behind your actions.

But right now, he hates how you fail to realize that the ugly brown-haired guy you’re talking to is blatantly flirting with you. Right in front of him.

“If ya don’t make yer move now, before ya know it, she’ll already be married with a kid or two on her hands. Do ya want ‘er kids to call ya “Uncle Suna” instead of “Dad” when ya meet em?” Atsumu whispers loudly into his ears and Suna feel shivers run down his spine, not only because he is imagining what his teammate said, but also because that sorry excuse of a human you are talking to is patting your shoulder, your naked shoulder, as if you didn’t meet him just five minutes ago. Suna watches as the guy squeezes your bare shoulder, making you pull an uncomfortable expression in response.

Suna’s anger intensifies. He’s angry at so many things - at the dude for flirting with you, at Atsumu for being so provocatively right, and at himself for not making his move already. Eventually, he decides to do the one thing that he can do to reduce his anger - make his move.

You don’t how know you ended up in this situation. One moment you were talking to an old classmate from middle school you met after a long time, and the next, you were crushed against Suna’s chest, his grip tight on your arm. “Do you mind if I steal my girlfriend back for a minute?” You hear him say above you, his chest rumbling underneath your palm.

You gape in shock. Not only had Suna called you his girlfriend (though you know it’s just an act), he’s also squeezing you very tightly against his chest, more so than any male species had ever done to you in your life.

“Ah, uh, s-sure, no problem. I was just..leaving anyway. Have fun.” The guy anxiously backs away upon seeing Suna’s dark expression and quickly turns around before disappearing around the bend. The moment the guy disappears, you feel your tense shoulders relax against Suna’s arms.

Suna hurriedly releases you, afraid that he might have hurt you in any way, but his worries fade away when he sees your sweet smile. Ah, he’s feeling it again - the warm feeling spreading throughout his body, heating his entire face; and the butterflies in his stomach that are just urging him to kiss you as his heart feels this close to exploding.

“Thanks, man!” You sigh and lean back to look up at Suna. “That was so weird. Who the hell touches someone else’s bare shoulder like that when they haven’t seen you in such a long time? In fact, we weren’t even that close back then!”

Suna’s chest tightens when he hears what you said. “You knew him?” He probes hesitantly.

“Yeah. He was in the same class as me in middle school, but he didn’t spare me a glance back then.” A realization pops into your head just then, “I wonder…maybe he was trying to hit on me now because I got hotter?" The disgust mixed with amusement in your voice is clear, yet Suna can’t help but chuckle at your ‘modesty’.

“Why are you asking though,” you smirk. “Are you jealous or something?” It's not you if you don't turn everything into a joke.

“Pfft, in your dreams!” As usual, Suna Rintarou’s instinct to protect himself gets the better of him.

He knows that you are just joking; this is just another one of your provocative comments that leaves his ears a little redder than usual and makes his heart beat a little faster than normal. But today, he wants to make it stop. He wants to force the butterflies in his stomach out of his mouth, much like the words he wants to say to you.

“But wh- what if I, I am?” Suna curses himself for stuttering, for not being able to meet your eyes while attempting to confess to you. Shit, he is so, so uncool.

You stop short; your initial smirk changes into a shocked expression, before morphing into a big grin when you turn around and try to meet his eyes.

If you were being honest, you had a clue or two about Suna’s feelings for you - one of them being Atsumu wiggling his eyebrows at you whenever you talk to the middle blocker - but you didn’t dare to believe it because there is no way that someone as cool and amazing as Suna would like you. There is no way that your crush for three years would hold the same feelings towards you as you do for him. But just this once, you want to believe in yourself, to believe in love.

“Then I would ask you out on a date because you’re the only one I have eyes for, Rintarou.” You look at him in the eyes as you say his name, and Suna swears that his heart is about to combust. He is going to explode for real. Any time now. How can you drop two bombs on him so casually like that and expect him to still be able to think?!

He covers his face in embarrassment, doing nothing to hide the way he stammers over his subsequent words. “S-shit, I was supposed to ask you out first! This- this is so unfair.” Suna’s shoulders slump slightly in disappointment.

“Well, you were taking way too long!!” You chuckle at his adorable response, before prying away his hands from his face.

Suna grumbles our a reply, but you are not listening to him anymore. Instead, you are staring at his lips, and you shouldn’t - you know you shouldn’t - it’s way too early, but you can’t help it; your body leans forward on its own accord and before you knew it, your lips touch his.

You feel Suna’s body tensing at the sudden kiss, but he quickly gives in and returns it. The kiss is slow and sweet. You briefly wonder if your lips are too chapped, but you don’t have it in you to care much about it right now when Suna’s soft lips are moving against yours.

The kiss doesn’t play out like the in the movies - there is no romantic soundtrack playing in the background as the both of you kiss, the world doesn’t disappear around you (you can still hear the twins squealing behind you like high school girls), and neither rain nor flowers are falling around you - but it’s the best feeling you have ever felt; a form of euphoria that you don’t mind getting addicted to so as long as Suna is there.

“Get a room, you two!”

The two of you jolt apart at Osamu’s yell and when you look up, you see his twin setter wiggling his eyebrows at you two, a phone clutched within his raised hand. “Finally getting some action I see.”

Of fucking course the Miyas had to ruin your perfect moment.

"ATSUMU, GIVE ME THAT DAMN PHONE RIGHT NOW!"

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