#suna ff

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ME: yall I love Suna Rintarou and stuff but like. Finding fanfics of him is sooo hard. Like, BRO I DO NOT WANT A SUNA STORY IN WHICH HES A DRUG ADDICT. I srsly believe he likes edgy aesthetic but HE IS NOT A DRUG ADDICT. like why can’t there just be something a bit more wholesome 😭

(But srsly. Yall need to make Suna stories that makes him NOT a drug addict or something)

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> jelly sticks ✿ DISCONTINUED

✿ jelly sticks <

✿ pairing - suna rintarou x f!reader

✿ synopsis - one lazy sunday afternoon, suna was dragged to a convenience store by osamu who wanted to go on an onigiri spree. since he was at the store he might as well restocked his favourite snack, jelly sticks! he went towards the cashier, passed her the money and left. only to realise that he gave her the wrong amount of money. and when the guilt overtook him, he ended up coming back.

✿ genre - SMAU | FIC | fluff | small amount of angst | crack |student!suna x student!reader | strangers to friends to lovers au |

✿ warnings - swearing , angst , alcohol

✿ extras - lower case intended | spacing before punctuation intended

✿ status - DISCONTINUED

✿ most recent - chapter 3 : hi, one margherita

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> content ✿

y/n’s petting zoo | suna’s farm

✿ prologue - ready?

✿ chapter 1 - tHatS nOt aN oPtiON yOu dUmb fUck

✿ chapter 2 - what a weirdo

✿ chapter 3 - hi, one margherita

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stickers found on fruits, or something like that | s. rintarou

pairing: suna rintarou x fem! reader

foreword: for ai, whose birthday is today (sept. 2)! thank you so much for being my friend, and i hope you have an amazing day today! many more to come!

wc: 1.7k

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Underneath your bed was a fairly-sized cardboard box that contained some of your most prized possessions. On the side of the box there was a poorly written label that read, “Stickers found on fruits or something like that.” You don’t remember who wrote it, or why it was written, for that matter, but every time you pulled out the box and read the label, you chuckled to yourself, knowing that it must have been a good memory for you at the time. There were four items inside the box: a pencil, a wrinkled, old sheet of paper with a sticker on it, a roll of athletic tape, and a jacket. 

A PENCIL. 

Back when you were in high school, you dubbed yourself as irresponsible. Many of your classmates looked upon you with disdain at your ridiculousness and lack of readiness. Your friend Miya Osamu always supplied you with pencils whenever you needed one, and you couldn’t thank him enough. You remember he always gave you a short nod in response to your gratitude. 

The one day that Osamu hadn’t brought any extra pencils when you so desperately needed one had you almost in tears. Your heartbeat raced, you grew a shortness of breath, and your eyes darted around the room, hoping someone was kind enough to lend you one of their pencils. Test day called for the utmost readiness, which you lacked. 

After a moment of your worries, the person in front of you turned around with sharp eyes that struck a chord in your heart. Pushing his bangs slightly out of the way, he gave you one of his pencils, telling you to stop making so much noise behind him. You relished in the sultry tone of his voice, breathing in the scent he wafted towards you, and you thought you actually might cry because of this god of a man. 

Next to you, Osamu watched you with second-hand embarrassment. You turned to him, eyebrows raised in confusion. He told you the boy in front of you was his teammate, Suna Rintarou. Your face warmed; now knowing his name, you felt the ghost of a connection between you two forming. 

Forgetful you kept the pencil in your bag after school and never returned it to Suna; he never asked for it back, anyways. 

A WRINKLED, OLD SHEET OF PAPER WITH A STICKER ON IT.

“Let’s see… that’s one, two, and three. Three mandarin oranges you’ve brought for lunch. And for what?” 

You stayed silent in embarrassment, eyes darting between Suna and Osamu in front of you, staring at the oranges perched on your desk. Lunch time was always entertaining, yet somehow embarrassing, for you. 

“One for each of you,” you explained, surprisingly without stammering. You placed a mandarin orange in their hands, which they began peeling right away. You removed the sticker on the peel of your orange, placing it on the piece of paper you had out on your desk. 

With a piece of the orange in his mouth, Osamu asked, “So, how are we going to do this project? Most of it requires work outside of school.” In response you and Suna remained quiet, thinking about what to do. Osamu then grabbed the paper on which you placed the sticker of your orange and handed it to Suna.

“Write your number on it, Suna. We’ll communicate better.” As Suna kept his head down while writing his phone number, Osamu turned towards you subtly and gave a slight raise of his eyebrows as a way to tell you just what exactly he was doing. You returned the smallest of smirks, as you knew he would want you to pay him back in one way or another. 

When Suna gave the paper back to you, he muttered out loud, “It’s not like we’re gonna actually do shit with our project. But it’ll be nice talking with you anyways.”

You straightened your back a little bit— to which he reciprocated, yet this passes your attention— and you felt yourself ease into the conversation, letting his lax nature take over you. You grinned, as you told him you thought the same. In the midst of this, you folded the paper you received and tucked it snug into the pocket of your jacket. 

Later in the evening, perhaps at around midnight when you were cooped up in your bedroom, you decided to set Suna’s contact into your phone. You hadn’t known your hands were shaking as you did so; the realization only hit when you found yourself accidentally calling him. Much to your surprise, he answered. 

“I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to call you,” you told him, panic evident in your words. 

Though he himself showed no signs of tiredness, he told you, “It’s, like, midnight. You should go to sleep now.” You pursed your lips, eyes slowly moving around your room to find something on which to fixate your attention. 

After a moment’s worth of hesitation, you replied, “Shouldn’t you, too? You don’t sound tired at all.” 

“Love, I always sound tired. I’m perpetually tired.” You laughed at his words, masking the fluster from his slipping in a little pet name for you. Tension left your body as you once again relaxed into his voice, slightly distorted from the feedback of the phone. 

“You should rest.”

“And so should you.”

A ROLL OF ATHLETIC TAPE.

Checking the contents of your bag when you arrived, you were certain that the roll of athletic tape was stowed away in the hidden pocket. It seemed like the fluttering of your heart was a constant whenever you were to cheer Rintarou on at his games, and you hoped it was just all the walking you had to do to reach the gym at which they were located. 

When you entered the gym, you found your school cheering on the team, composed and intimidating as always. You didn’t want to come to conclusions, but you thought Rintarou had his eyes on the door since he stepped foot in the gym, because you locked eye contact with him as soon as you found him among his teammates. Subtly and slowly, he made his way towards you with a bored expression on his face, masking the fluster with which he would carry to the grave. 

The night before, you had told Rintarou that you were to tape his fingers, for you were afraid that he might injure his calloused hands once again. You kept your gaze down at the ground, observing how your feet compared in size to his, noting all the small details on his shoes, and comparing the cleanliness of his shoes to yours— anything it took for you not to look him in the eye, though you knew his eyes bore into yours. 

His fixated gaze on you made your hands feel clammy, making it hard to tape his fingers. It was an awkward, yet intimate moment between the two of you as you held his hands in yours, stabilizing them as you taped his fingers together, bandaging and protecting them against the hard spikes he would have to block.

When you finished, your eyes trailed upwards and into his own, and you muttered that you had. 

“Thanks,” was all he said. 

A JACKET. 

You didn’t want to think about how this situation even came to happen; it seemed like it was straight out of some shoujou manga on your bookshelf. It was a sunny day— emphasis on the was. Osamu, Rintarou, and you were walking home from school that day and after Osamu had left, a downpour came upon the two of you. You and Rintarou were left to take shelter underneath a shaded area in the nearby park. 

You were shuddering, being almost soaked with rain water. Next to you was the boy you loved, even if he kept sending mixed signals, telling you this on one day and that the next. He sat on the park bench, hunched over, as if he were deep in thought. In his peripheral vision he watched you shiver from the cold. 

In a second you felt a weight over you. It was Rintarou’s jacket, though equally as soaked as yours, but you warmed at the generosity. The both of you stayed silent. 

“I like you.”

You turned to him. “Say that again?”

He reciprocated your actions, eyes glaring into yours to the point you were afraid he was messing with your feelings. 

“I… Like… You.” He pointed to you, as if you still hadn’t understood what he meant. “You. I have feelings for you. Are there any other ways I should say it?”

You paused, letting a wave of confidence that you were to regret later wash over you, and you told him, “Yes: like this.” 

You scooted yourself closer to Rintarou, and plant a kiss on his cheek, wet from the rain. He cupped your cheek, bringing you closer to him, and he softly placed his lips over yours. 

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“You done reminiscing?” 

You were brought out of your trance by the man behind you, leaning against the frame of the door. Smiling at him, you set the jacket back into the cardboard box and stood up to wrap yourself in your fiancee’s arms. 

“I’m moving out of my house; how could I not reminisce?”

Rintarou nestled his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. “You’re right, I guess.” He gazed over at the items in the box. “Aren’t those things mine?” 

He let go of you and walked towards your prized possessions, and you followed shortly after, claiming that they’re yours. 

“No, no,” he said, “These are mine. Look!” He held up his jacket. “I gave this to you that one time when it was raining. That was the day I first told you I loved you.” 

Flustered, you retorted, “Well, technically, you said you liked me, but I guess there was the undertone of love when you first said that.” 

Rintarou knelt down to pick up the wrinkled paper with his phone number and the sticker on it. “This isn’t even my number anymore. Some rando probably has it now.” 

As you knelt down next to him, you pointed to the little sticker in the corner. “Well, that’s not yours,” you said.

“Those are one of those stickers found on fruits, or something like that.”

@wiintiier

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jelly sticks

> chapter 2 : what a weirdo

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“ dang it, it’s closed. ”

“ we could always go to the other one that’s you know, right across the road. ” suna deadpanned.

“ oh who would’ve thought of that you genius. i saw but this one’s my favourite and i’m not sure if the other one sells it, because i’ve never been there. ”

“ well, you’ll never know if you never try. ” suna said while walking towards the other side of the road.

“ oh wow, are you suna because last i remembered he was never enthusiastic. ”

“ oi shut yer trap. ” suna said in an attempt to imitate atsumu.

“ that was not bad, not bad at all. ” osamu replied.

upon arriving at the convenience store, osamu went straight to the counter only to see the cashier talking to her phone with no one on speaker.

osamu stopped for a second before approaching her.

“ hello there, do you guys sell onigiri here- ”

the cashier which only noticed their presence now panicked and proceeded to let out a small shriek before apologising.

“ so sorry, i didn’t notice you guys coming in. how could i help you! ”

“ oh, i’d like to know if there’s onigiri here. ”

“ ah yes, just walk towards the back of the shop, it’s beside the ice cream machine. ” she replied.

osamu then thanked her and headed towards the back of the store while suna continued to stare at the cashier, attempting his best to analyse her because he was curious on what she was doing earlier.

but just as he looked at her she turned her head towards him, and suna walked into an isle in an attempt to avoid eye contact with her.

after 5 minutes of walking around and waiting for osamu, suna had realised that he might as well restock his favourite snack since he was here.

after looking around the store for a few minutes, he finally found it.

suna then headed back to the cashier with a few packets of jelly sticks in hand.

the cashier who was still looking at her phone was notified by suna’s presence when he cleared his throat.

“ oh sorry. ” she said while taking the jelly sticks to scan them.

“ that’ll be 17.99. ” the cashier announced while looking at him.

suna then proceeded to take out the money that he had left in his back pocket. which he had assumed was a 20 dollar bill.

as he passed it to her, the cashier made a mini yelp as her head turned back towards her phone. suna finally realised that she was streaming and that she had gotten a donation.

without looking at suna or the dollar bill the girl had accepted the money and placed it into the cashier.

she then thanked suna and gave him a small smile.

suna took his jelly sticks and walked to the door of the shop, deciding to wait for osamu outside instead.

“ what a weirdo, who streams in a convenience store. ” suna said to himself.

after 10 minutes osamu walked out of the store with two plastic bags full of onigiri only to be greeted by suna who was tired of waiting.

“ took you long enough, i swear this is the last time i’ll allow you to drag me somewhere. ”

“ hey! don’t act like you didn’t buy something. ”

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reblogs are highly appreciated <3

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suna was dragged here, he is not happy.

jelly sticks are everywhere in this smau

jelly sticks are my favourite snack as well <3

I just bought 4 packets of jellysticks WOOO

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jelly sticks

> chapter 3 : hi, one margherita

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10:30

suna let out a groan as he remembered that he hadn’t had dinner.

he was too lazy to cook up some instant noodles so he went for the next best option, pizza that had free delivery!

pulling out his phone he looked through his contacts , not long after he found the number of the pizzeria nearby.

dreading to have a conversation, suna tried to speak as little as he could.

“ hello there! kyouta’s speaking, what would you’re order for today be. ”

“ hi, one margherita. ”

“ anything else that you’d like to order? ”

“ no. ”

after giving kyouta his name and address, suna was informed that his pizza would be delivered in around 15 minutes because the pizzeria was nearby.

after hanging up, suna walked towards his laundry room, not having to be quiet because his parents weren’t home as per usual.

upon reaching the room, suna looked for the outfit he had wore the same afternoon to the convenience store, remembering that he had gave you a bill of 20 earlier that day and that he still had a 5 dollar bill that was stuffed into his back pocket.

once suna found the dollar bill, he pulled it out but to his surprise it was a 20 dollar bill and not the one he expected.

realisation hit him that he had gave you the wrong amount of money but you were to busy to notice. suna knew that it was your fault but who wouldn’t be excited when they got a twitch donation.

knowing that japan’s working rules were strict, he was aware that you would’ve gotten your pay check cut because of this small incident.

but he told himself, it wasn’t his fault that you didn’t look when he handed you the money at the cashier.

so suna proceeded to take the 20 dollar bill and looked around his room for the remaining change needed.

10:47

after 10 more minutes of contemplating, the pizza has finally arrived. suna payed the amount and placed the pizza box on the table before once again rethinking about visiting the convenience store.

suna then pulled out his phone, checking the closing time of the convenience shop that was only 5 minutes away from his home.

yaka mart

opening hours : 11am - 11pm

10:52

looking up at the clock, suna realised he had a few minutes left before the closing time.

rethinking his decision, he grabbed his jacket the 20 dollar bill and his phone before locking his front door before running off into the night.

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suna is so lazy but the guilt took over </3

in this smau, japan has really strict work ethics meaning yn would have to pay up or maybe even receive a punishment for losing the 20 dollars

this smau is really turning into a fic

I’m so lazy I hope yall don’t mind me :(

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