𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽
𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 : 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 : 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 <//𝟥; 𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗒'𝖺𝗅𝗅; 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇' 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖾-𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋; 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗁 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅; 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 >//< 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 : 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿; 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 : 𝟥.𝟩𝗄 𝖺.𝗇 : 𝖺𝖺𝖺𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂'𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 <//𝟥 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 >.<
aside from his height, his imposing strength and quick-thinking, suna rintarou was extremely perceptive. and it wasn’t lost on you. yet despite your awareness of his watchful eyes, you somehow deluded yourself into believing that he wouldn’t notice you specifically.
well, it wasn’t that delusional of you to think so. suna seemed so unbothered by his surroundings all the time, barely paying any attention to what was occurring around him and only looking for an excuse to nap or scroll mindlessly on his phone. or simply sit there, a blank stare plastered onto his unfairly pretty face with his hands stored in his pockets – or into his pants when he couldn’t find any, which was weird, truth be told.
yet somehow, you still caught his hooded eyes focusing on you from time to time and it had you freaking out.
it was a bit embarrassing, truly, thinking about all those times you had to clumsily flee his insistent gaze. like that one time you were looking for a place to sit at the cafeteria and, after safely putting down your plate of food, nearly dropped on your butt when you realized suna was taking a seat at the same table. after apologizing for the inconvenience, you basically fled from the scene, refusing to face the guy you were so infatuated with.
said-guy thought it was adorable. maybe it was a bit sadistic of him, he pondered for a few seconds, watching as you blinked dumbly at him, neck basically craning to get a good look at him before whipping your head down and running to the opposite side of the hallway after bumping into him.
“yer horrible, rin,” atsumu taunted, slapping his friend on the back with his usual annoying smirk. “scarin’ that girl away.”
“shut up,” suna mumbled from behind his mask, making his way out of the building and walking to the gym where their coach was most likely going to yell at them from being late, once again.
suna didn’t know when it started. he wasn’t sure when he started paying close attention to you and your existence, at all. he usually didn’t bother with people outside of the volleyball club, believing it was a hassle. it was tiring, really, having to maintain relationships and emotional connections and communicating and committing – God, just the thought made his skin crawl.
or maybe he did know when everything had begun.
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it was a particularly annoying day – one during which he had to deal with the miya twins’ antics more than the required weekly quota. while they were arguing in the gymnasium, chasing each other down and nearly punching each other to unconsciousness, he was practicing blocks, serves and spikes with aran and some other players.
it just so happened that you had forgotten your lunch on one of the benches after P.E class. walking into the gym, you quickly made your way to your not-so-discreet baby pink bag, cute little bunny patterns all over it. you didn’t really pay much attention to what was going around and, before you could process the very loud ‘watch out!’ directed at you, large hands had found their way to your waist and your world was spinning.
suna grunted, sharp features twisted with pain as the ball hit the sore muscles of his back. slowly, you detangled yourself from the sturdy chest you were pulled into, hands resting on broad shoulders. it only took you a good minute of dumbfounded staring, even dumber clueless blinking, for you to realize what had occurred.
mortification painted your face in shades of red, your head immediately downcast to avoid suna’s penetrating – yet somehow soft, at the moment – gaze. he tilted his head to the side, a smirk curling his lips up as he made sense of your visible embarrassment. and while it might have annoyed him on any other occasion, for some reason, he found it irresistibly adorable. the way you took several steps back and nearly tripped and fell again, stammering apologies and messily bowing at him and his teammates before bolting outside, this time, with your lunch.
“ya look creepy when y’smile,” atsumu told suna, earning himself a side-eye and a shrug.
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to your utter misery, nothing escaped suna rintarou. your not-so discreet glances his way, your lingering in the classroom while he lazily packed his stuff while atsumu was ushering him to go faster, your way of making sure you two weren’t sitting too far from one another in the cafeteria – a table or two away.
at first, you had piqued suna’s curiosity. he didn’t connect the dots right away, assuming you were interested in one of the miya’s – if not both. to his grand misfortune, he always found himself with one, or the other. and sometimes both, which was even worse because, while osamu was easy to handle, the moment atsumu was in the vicinity, they were a nightmare to be around.
the only thing that kept the middle blocker going was the fun videos and pictures he posted on his personal instagram, dragging both their names through the mud.
but then, he started realizing little by little that you weren’t interested in any of them.
the first eliminated candidate was atsumu. all suna had to do was observe the way you rolled your eyes at his yelling and slapped the back of his head whenever he tried to jokingly flirt with you – that was also when he discovered that apparently the three of you were childhood friends.
the second was osamu. you often found yourself having to bring their lunches over because of how airheaded the both of them were. huffing and puffing as you mused about how he was so forgetful of his meals for someone who loves food so much.
it wasn’t really telling, truth be told, but suna knew better. he knows the look of love, as cheesy and silly as it sounds. and all he could see in your eyes was pure disappointment. maybe a bit of disgust too, which he found absolutely hilarious, cackling about it to the two pissed off boys.
and so, just like that, he was back to square one again. he didn’t linger there for too long though.
your history teacher had lovingly given you an assignment to work on in groups and your unfortunate soul was sick the day he had announced it.
groggily waking up from a not-so-restful nap, you had found yourself being assaulted by a multitude of messages from your dear best friend, screeching about how you got matched with suna since he was too busy sleeping to bother pairing with anyone.
and so you had to meet countless times for your presentation. and that was when suna’s investigation was finally progressing.
his weeks, if not months, of observing you had shown him that you were far from shy. you could be even louder than the twins if needed to but most of the time, you were as sweet as honey. you were gentle with your words and adorable in your mannerism.
yet there was something he had slowly realized the more you guys spent time together. while you didn’t have any issues speaking your mind with your childhood friends, you were incredibly timid in his presence. barely looked him in the eyes. you couldn’t put two sentences together without stumbling over your words – and that would often happen whenever he’d lean in because your voice was just so uncharacteristically quiet.
at first, he thought that it might have been because you and him weren’t exactly as close as you were with osamu and atsumu. but then again, shouldn’t you have gotten a bit more comfortable after a month? and how come you had so much ease carrying a conversation with kita shinsuke of all people in the damn school.
the hypothesis that you might harbor any sort of feelings for him had come to suna on a random wednesday night. and he had found himself laughing so hard that his baby sister, who climbed into his bed after allegedly having a nightmare, had to slap him with her tiny hands to shut him up.
suna wasn’t cruel. he wasn’t one to toy with anyone’s feelings or give them high hopes only to let them down. so he didn’t see the harm in flustering you and getting sweet reactions out of you. he didn’t think it was that horrible of him to slip in little ambiguous remarks or send questionable texts whenever you would ask him a very easy question regarding your history project.
after all, suna liked you.
the realization didn’t come to him as a shock. he had never shown this much interest in anyone, couldn’t keep his eyes or mind off of you and hated how you were so comfortable with everyone but him – although he found it amusing, he did wish you could treat him like everybody else sometimes.
and that was when your doom had befallen you.
it started slow. his fingers brushing yours whenever you’d land him stationary, your name rolling off his tongue in a way that made your insides twist and churn, his eyes following you around and his little smirk. that stupid smirk of his that looked so cocky yet so soft when directed your way.
you hated him.
“he’s playing me!” you whined to your friend, your forehead slamming painfully over your desk as you gave up on catching up on due homework.
said-friend only hummed at your little crashout – which actually was probably the tenth or so – the sound of her pencil against her textbook the only response you were given for a couple of minutes.
“he doesn’t seem like the type, though,” she finally retorted, putting down her supplies for a well-deserved break. sparing a glance to your deadpan expression drew a little smile on her lips, ruffling your hair affectionately.
“he looks like he would play you,” she admitted, nodding along to your delusions. “but isn’t he way too lazy to do that? you said so yourself, he barely is able to maintain friendships. why would he bother playing around with you?”
a long sigh was your answer. well, she wasn’t wrong. one thing about suna was, he didn’t put extra effort into any of his relationships. the only thing holding up his friendship with the miyas was how obnoxiously clingy atsumu was and, as a consequence, osamu would follow along. and it just so happened that osamu and suna were strangely similar, making them now inseparable.
otherwise, he really didn’t bother much. he didn’t cling onto anyone, didn’t try to specifically get to know the people around him and would only keep who he deemed important to him close. you’ve heard him once mumble about how human interactions required so much effort he simply could not spare, making you wonder how the hell did he even end up in a volleyball team when the whole concept of that game was teamwork.
but then again, suna wasn’t heartless. he was a sweetheart of an older brother to the baby sister you had seen once while on an outing to get fresh pastries from your favorite bakery. relationships might be a lot of work for him but you could tell he valued the miyas more than he let on. hell, he even helps them reconcile after they have a fight – not without laughing at them first.
“he’s cruel though,” you muttered, your voice edging on a whine. “if he’s not a player then why can’t he let me have a peaceful high school life?”
“you’re cute to tease, that might be why,” she chuckled in response, watching as your lips jutted out into a point, proving her point. “besides, he cannot be that bad, can he?”
he was.
in fact, he might as well reveal that he was the devil himself and you wouldn’t even be surprised.
a couple of days before your presentation, you found yourself at the library, waiting for suna to show up so you could wrap up your little project surrounding the heian period. hunched over your laptop, you were adding up little details to make your slideshow as pretty and as presentable as possible, correcting typos and removing excess information before you felt a figure looming behind you.
you didn’t have the time to turn around before suna leaned over your shoulder, lips so close to your ears you could hear every breath he drew in and drew out, brushing over your blushing cheeks.
“got the wrong kanji here,” he mumbled, pressing his finger lightly against your screen, pointing out his misspelled name.
you stopped breathing for a hot minute. maybe two. hell, probably more judging by how you were basically suffocating.
noting your lack of reaction, suna turned his head to take a glance at your face, and you nearly died when his lips accidentally brushed against your cheek. you could die right now and you would die a happy woman.
a low chuckle slithered its way into your ear, so close it had goosebumps rising on every inch of your body, making you jump right in your seat and inch away from him, eyes wide.
“i’ll fix it,” you managed to choke out, not moving at all.
seeing how you didn’t even budge, suna bit down on his bottom lip, amusement painted all over his features as another evil little scheme had a lightbulb shine over his head. he whispered something like ‘it’s okay, i got it’ before caging you between both of his arms, deleting his name from the slideshow and typing it again.
slow. way too slow.
the heat on your cheeks felt like it was transferring to your entire being, your whole body burning up as he took his sweet time writing his name. you grew dizzy from the proximity, close-on intoxicated from his scent and you might as well pass out from every huff and puff of laughter he occasionally let out.
so, so close to your ear he was basically penetrating your soul uninvited – or maybe you had let him in way before you could even notice his intrusions.
“cute,” he teased, poking your soft cheek with his finger before finally taking a seat beside yours.
you deflated like a balloon, giving up on every futile attempt to maintain the little dignity you had left as you let yourself collapse on the desk, hiding your face away from him. at suna’s chuckle, the librarian shushed him, bringing unwanted attention to your table.
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you had wished that your life would finally go back to normal once the presentation was over. you would go back to swooning over suna from the sidelines, doing your little cheerleading club activities and nearly dying under your massive mountain of schoolwork you keep procrastinating.
but of course, you were never granted mercy.
“i’m glad this is over,” suna sighed, followed by a soft smile as he looked down at you, watching how you took your time packing your things back into your bag neatly.
you had a specific way of organizing your bag, making sure the bigger books were at the back, the smaller at the front and your cute bunny patterned pencil case at the front, which did not escape suna’s perceptive gaze.
he found it oddly cute but didn’t comment on it, sparing you the embarrassment.
once you were finally done, you both left the class together to go to the cafeteria, slowly making your way through the crowded hallways.
suna leaned against the wall, sighing as he noticed how long the queue was.
“yeah, i’m glad it went well,” you smiled shyly, looking up at him with a timid gaze and blushy cheeks and suna patted himself on the back for letting his hair grow long enough to hide his ears.
ears that were definitely tinted red.
God, you were so cute he might eat you up instead of the mediocre school lunch.
under his insistent gaze, you pulled on your uniform’s sleeves, your hands barely peeking through the white material of your shirt. you shifted on your feet, humming nervously as you tilted your head to the side, unused to this sudden quietness. well, suna didn’t talk much. but it was just… weird. how his hooded eyes seemed to darken even more. the way he leaned his head back against the wall with a heavy sigh. the teeth pulling on his bottom lip as his brows furrowed with what seemed like frustration.
you were going to be the death of him and you had no clue.
huffing out, he regained his composure, throwing a playful smirk your way.
“you always that jittery?” he asked, drawing his words out lazily, his tone taunting you.
as expected, you huffed and puffed, pouting and slapping his arm, looking as threatening as a little angry kitten.
yeah, his appetite has definitely shifted to something else.
“shut up,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. you really couldn’t have one cute moment with him before he’d act like a cocky idiot again.
a lighthearted chuckle spilled past suna’s lips, melting your frown and replacing it with a smile of your own. he sounded so boyish, almost uncharacteristic to his usual deadpan persona.
you loved it.
“c’mon, sweets” suna murmured, stepping close to you. gently, his fingers pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, playing with the tips of your soft curls. he tilted his head down, smiling at the way you giggled at the stupid nickname he had chosen to give you on a random hangout at the library.
“don’t be so mean to me, yeah?” the pleading edge to his low voice had your knees weaken, and you might have turned into a pathetic puddle at his feet if it were possible.
“ya guys ‘re disgutin’,” atsumu’s voice shattered your little moment, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.
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doomsday has finally come. and instead of ending the entire human race it just chose to take your soul away and let your body to rot on God’s green and beautiful earth.
what the hell.
“don’t be like that,” suna chuckled, watching how baffled you were. your eyes as wide as saucers and your mouth agape, you wondered if you didn’t just imagine what he had said.
well, clearly you didn’t, judging by how he just insisted more.
the gymnasium was empty, and you were still in your cheerleading outfit while he was in his practice clothes, leaning towards you as he pushed his finger onto your nose, booping it.
“ya like me, don’t ya?” he asked, the little accent he was slowly adopting ever since he had moved to hyogo tooting its horn. “should i make ya confess?”
your mouth closed before any fly could allow itself inside. your blinking came to a stop, clearing your throat as you tried to play it off as something else entirely.
“i- i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you blurted out a little too fast for you to seem as unbothered as you tried to.
surprise, surprise, suna was impatient. he might have played around with you for a couple of months but his patience was running thinner than the ice atsumu walks on when kita is around. and he was hanging onto his last threads of sanity already, wanting nothing else but to just be yours.
“liar,” he mumbled, taking a step closer to you. you took one back.
his pace got faster, forcefully pushing you into a wall and leaning his face so close to yours you couldn’t see anything else but his pretty eyes and tempting lips. hot puffs of air brushed your face gently, his thumb caressing your burning cheeks as your mind closed shut to the pleading gaze in his greenish pools.
“i- sunarin,” you whined, pushing uselessly on his chest, knowing damn well you weren’t strong enough to push him away.
“tell me,” he practically begged, his forehead pushing into yours as his other hand slid up from your waist to the side of your face, tilting your head up so your lips brushed against his. “c’mon,” he hissed, frustrated.
please, if this is how i die, i will kill myself.
well, might as well embarrass yourself to death to get what you wanted. the ends justify the means, right?
“i mean,” you started, stammering and stumbling over your words before you could even string a sentence together, “i might like you. a little.”
“yeah?” suna chuckled in disbelief, as if he didn’t already know. he closed his eyes for a second, drawing a deep breath in. “almost made me lose it waitin’ for ya,” he laughed lightly, his cheeks glowing pink as he looked at you with such tenderness your insides were melting.
well, you couldn’t say you were shocked – not with the way your best friend had drilled the fact that he was head over heels for you into your mind. but getting a confession, although indirect, from him did feel… pretty good. so good your heart was beating out of your ribcage.
“i’ll kiss you now, okay?” suna murmured, leaning in close, his eyes zeroing on your parted mouth. basically giving you no choice but to nod your head yes, but he wasn’t taking your silence as an answer, hands slipping down to squeeze your waist. “hm?”
“okay,” you breathed out, stupidly wasting your precious oxygen.
suna’s lips were soft. warm. a little chapped but you didn’t really mind it when they molded so perfectly against yours. tender at first, gentle and careful before deepening your kiss the slightest bit. just enough to have your head spinning and your fingers clinging onto him for dear life. your inexperience was obvious with the way you hesitated to move your own lips more than necessary, a little noise of surprise escaping you as he bit teasingly into your bottom lip.
drawing back, suna didn’t utter a word, observing how your lipgloss had smeared around your mouth, the sparkles probably transferred to his own.
“that was…” you muttered, giggling nervously. suna smiled, bumping his nose with yours affectionately. “yeah,” he whispered back.
warm hands squeezed your middle, pulling you close to him again and you wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into another dizzying kiss.
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