#soft suna

[animatedrapture]

Ok,, not to be like.. LOLOLOL but that one anon that mentioned Tsukki not being as soft as Suna. HIGHKEY IM SORRY TO ALL MY FELLOW TSUKKI LOVERS BUT THEY GOT A POINT HAHAHAH 💀 I’m sorry, Tsukki’s softest moment would be him calling you a dumbass, “lovingly” 🧍‍♀️

LITERALLY THIS IS WHY THAT ANON REMINDED ME PERFECTLY WHY IM A SUNA SIMP, SUNA IS EVERYTHING. HE CAN BE SOFT AND A FUCKING BRAT TAMER. SIR SUNA IS TRULY SUPERIOR. SIR SUNA IS TRULY WHERE WE ARE. THANK YOU, ANON. AND THANK YOU FOR THAT ANON SENDING THAT SOFT SUNA IN. YOU RIGHT.

did i just start a war between tsukki and suna simps and im in the middle of it? perhaps. am i suffering from it like i deserve? absolutely.

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Osamu stalks out of the gym, looking for his brother. He knows Atsumu's going to be pissed as hell, storming and ranting and ready to throw a punch or two, and he's ready to start doing damage control.

He catches sight of Atsumu’s distinctive mass of blonde hair up ahead, but instead of pacing around, hurling insults, he is standing still, right next to another tall body. It takes Osamu a moment to recognize Sunarin, probably because his head is pressed right up against Atsumu’s, his arm around Atsumu’s waist, and he is whispering steadily into Atsumu’s ear.

And, before Osamu’s very eyes, Atsumu’s body slowly deflates, sinking into Suna’s embrace.

Well, shit.

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When Atsumu actually smiles at him, a real, honest-to-goodness smile, Suna isn’t sure he’s going to survive it.

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Suna Rintarou is a pretty minimalist guy. He’s got a small studio apartment, the bare minimum of furniture to be comfortable, four each of glasses, plates, bowls, and eating utensils, enough clothes to be able to rotate through three times, and four cameras.

The only bit of frivolity in the entire apartment is a trio of photobooth pictures taped to the fridge. They were taken several years prior at the Nagashima Resort, and depict two faces squished ridiculously into each of the frames. In the first, both men’s eyes are closed. In the second, Atsumu’s are still shut, but his mouth is now pressed deep into Suna’s cheek. And in the last, Atsumu has turned and is laughing into the camera, his face so bright that looking at it still gives Suna a sharp, fleeting pain in the vicinity of his chest.