𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 | 𝖲. 𝖱𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎
𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 23 | 𝖣𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 | 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 | 𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍
A little while had passed, and winter break had finally arrived. You were relieved, to say the least. After weeks of assignments, exams, and unnecessary drama from your peers, you desperately needed a break from school. No waking up early, no sitting through painfully long classes, and hopefully, no more ridiculous rumors about you and Suna sleeping together.
At least for a little while.
For now, you, Remi, the twins, and Suna were all hanging out at Suna’s house, crowded together in his bedroom with absolutely nothing productive planned. The boys had been playing cards on the floor for the past half hour while you and Remi sat nearby talking about random things. Every now and then, you glanced over whenever Atsumu started yelling about something, which had happened more times than you could count.
“Okay, I’m done. This is bullshit.”
Atsumu suddenly threw his cards onto the floor.
Osamu and Suna looked at him before putting their own cards down, clearly realizing the game was over whether they liked it or not. Osamu gathered the cards neatly, fixing the ones Atsumu had thrown before placing them back into their box.
“You’re just saying that because you were losing,” Osamu said.
“It’s dumb!” Atsumu cried. “The rules and everything!”
“You understood the rules just fine when you were winning earlier,” you pointed out.
Atsumu looked at you with betrayal. “Whose side are you on?”
“Whoever’s against you.”
Remi laughed beside you while Atsumu dramatically clutched his chest.
“Unbelievable.”
Suna sighed and stood from the floor before dropping onto his bed.
“Yeah, yeah, stop complaining. It’s okay to suck at every game you play.”
He snorted at his own comment, earning a small laugh from both you and Remi. Atsumu narrowed his eyes at him. “Okay, whatever! New topic!”
He looked around the room.
“What are we doing for break?”
“Dunno,” Remi said with a shrug. “Probably nothing. I don’t really have any plans.”
“Same,” you agreed. “I was planning on sleeping until school starts again.”
“That’s depressing,” Suna commented from his bed.
You looked at him. “You’re one to talk. You look half asleep every day.”
“I’m naturally tired.”
“You’re naturally lazy.”
“Same thing.”
You rolled your eyes.
Osamu’s phone suddenly vibrated, catching his attention. He pulled it from his pocket and quickly read the message before typing a response.
“Tsumu, let’s go,” he said. “Ma wants us home before it gets too late.”
Atsumu immediately sighed. “We just got here.”
“We’ve been here for hours.”
“Exactly. Basically just got here.”
Osamu ignored him and stood up. “Come on.”
Atsumu groaned but eventually got to his feet too, gathering his things.
“Okay, see you guys. Let us know if you come up with anything!”
“Bye,” you called.
The twins said their goodbyes before leaving the room, though Atsumu could still be heard talking loudly as they made their way downstairs.
A few minutes later, Remi checked her phone and immediately widened her eyes.
“Oh.”
You looked at her.
“What?”
“My parents have been texting me for the past hour.”
You laughed. “Maybe you should answer them?”
“Probably.”
Remi stood up and gathered her things. “I should go before they report me missing.”
“Oh, okay. Bye, Remi. See you! Love you!”
She smiled. “Love you too. See you guys!”
“Bye,” Suna said lazily.
Remi left the room, and within seconds, the door closed behind her.
Silence.
You looked around.
Then at Suna.
Once again, somehow, the two of you had ended up alone together. It was becoming weirdly common.
You turned toward him. “So, what should we do over break?”
Suna thought for a moment. “Actually, my parents have a small house out near the mountains.”
Your eyebrows raised slightly.
“Rich.”
“Shut up.”
You smiled.
Suna continued, “We could go there. Snowboarding, skiing, whatever. There’s a lot of stuff nearby.”
You nodded slowly as you thought about it. “Yeah, actually, that sounds fun.”
“Surprised you’re capable of having fun.”
“Never mind. I’m not going.”
Suna laughed. “Too late.”
You rolled your eyes, but the idea genuinely sounded good. Getting away for a few days with everyone sounded like exactly what you needed. You were already imagining the chaos that would inevitably come with putting Atsumu in the same place as snow and giving him access to a snowboard.
“I think everyone would be down for that,” you said. “Especially Atsumu.”
“That’s exactly why I’m reconsidering.”
You laughed softly before checking the time on your phone. “But anyway, I should probably get going.”
Something in Suna’s expression changed briefly.
“Ah.” He let out a small sigh. “Okay. I’ll walk you out.”
The two of you got up and headed downstairs together. You were nearly at the front door when a familiar, warm voice came from behind you.
“Leaving already, hun?”
You turned around. Suna’s mother stood nearby, looking between the two of you.
“It’s pouring outside!” she continued. “It should only last another hour, though. Stay for dinner! I’m preparing food right now.”
You glanced toward the window. Sure enough, rain was pouring heavily against the glass.
“Oh, wow. I didn’t even notice it was raining.” You looked at Suna’s mother and then at Suna. “I guess everyone else made it out before it started.”
“Looks like you’re stuck here,” Suna said.
You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t sound too excited.”
“I don’t mind.” His answer came easily enough that you paused for half a second. Suna didn’t seem to have noticed. Or maybe he did and simply chose not to acknowledge it.
His mother smiled brightly. “Come on! Let’s head to the kitchen.” She turned and walked away before you could properly answer.
You looked at Suna. “I don’t want to impose.”
“You aren’t.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I don’t mind you staying, by the way. You seemed hesitant.”
You looked at him.
He shrugged. “I don’t mind the company. Plus, we can ask my mom about using the house.”
For some reason, the simple words made something shift faintly in your chest.
You ignored it.
“Well, okay,” you said. “If it’s fine with you.”
“It is.”
“And yeah, let’s ask her.”
You somehow ended up helping Suna’s mother prepare dinner.
She had tried to refuse your help multiple times, insisting that you were a guest and should relax, but you wouldn’t take no for an answer. She had always been welcoming toward you, especially the last time you’d stayed for dinner, so helping chop a few vegetables felt like the least you could do.
Meanwhile, Suna had gone upstairs to change into something more comfortable.
“You know,” his mother suddenly said.
You glanced over. “Hm?”
She smiled while stirring something on the stove.“You seem like a really good influence on my boy.”
Your hand paused briefly over the cutting board.
That caught you off guard.
“Yeah?”
You genuinely wondered what had given her that impression. Half of your interactions with Suna involved arguing, insulting each other, or threatening to never speak again.
She chuckled.
“Yes. That boy is always talking about how he’s doing better in classes he used to struggle with.”
Your eyebrows lifted. “He talks about that?”
“Oh, yes.” She smiled. “And apparently, it’s because of you. Gosh, I hope he’s been thanking you properly.”
Something strange fluttered in your chest. You quickly looked back down at the vegetables. So Suna talked about you to his mother.
Interesting.
You would definitely be using that against him later.
“Yeah,” you said with a small smile. “He has.”
“Good.”
She poured a few ingredients into the pot before looking around the kitchen.
“Wow, this gives me déjà vu! You stayed for dinner last time too.”
You suddenly remembered that night. The history project. Playing games on Suna’s computer. Familiar feelings.
“Oh, yeah, I did,” you said. “Thanks again for that.”
“Of course! Don’t mention it.”
She started preparing the plates.
“Man, where is my baby—”
“Mom.”
You immediately looked toward the kitchen entrance. Suna stood there in a loose shirt and sweatpants, looking completely unimpressed.
His mother smiled innocently. “Ah! There you are.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You are my baby.”
“I’m seventeen.”
“And?”
You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.
Suna looked at you. “Don’t.”
You immediately smiled. “Wasn’t gonna say anything, baby.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re leaving.”
His mother laughed. “No, she isn’t. It’s raining.”
“I’ll give her an umbrella.”
“Rude,” you said.
Suna rolled his eyes, but you could see the faintest hint of amusement on his face.
“Come, come,” his mother said, waving him over. “Make the plates. I’m going to change out of these dirty clothes.”
She rinsed her hands before leaving the kitchen, disappearing upstairs. Suna moved toward the counter and started finishing the plates.
“What was she going on about?” he asked.
You leaned against the opposite counter. “Oh, nothing.”
Suna glanced at you suspiciously.
You smiled. “Just how I’m such a good influence on you and how I help you so much with your studies.”
His expression immediately fell. “Great.”
“And apparently, you talk about me.”
“I do not.”
“Your mother wouldn’t lie to me.”
“She absolutely would.”
You laughed. “Sure, baby.”
Suna stopped what he was doing. “Please stop.”
You smiled innocently. “Stop what?”
“Calling me that.”
“But it’s cute.”
“Is it?”
“Very.”
Suna stared at you for a moment.
Then, without warning, he smiled.
“Whatever you say, gorgeous.”
You froze.
Only for a second.
But Suna noticed.
His smile widened slightly.
You recovered quickly. “Gross.”
“Thought it was cute.”
“Not when you say it.”
“Liar.”
You narrowed your eyes at him.
Before you could come up with a response, footsteps sounded from upstairs.
Saved by his mother.
You looked away quickly, and Suna returned to making the plates with the smallest, most irritating smile still on his face.
Dinner passed comfortably.
The three of you talked about school, winter break, volleyball, and eventually, the idea of using the Suna family’s mountain house. His mother seemed surprisingly enthusiastic about the plan, especially once you explained that the whole group would be going.
She asked a few questions, gave a few rules, and eventually agreed.
Dinner was officially a success.
And so was the plan.
Before you left that night, you and Suna sent a message to the group chat telling everyone the news. Atsumu responded almost immediately with approximately ten messages in a row, most of them in all caps.
By the time the rain finally stopped, you gathered your things and headed toward the door.
Suna walked you out again.
“See you,” you said.
“Yeah. Text me when you get home.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“So I know you didn’t get kidnapped.”
“Aw. You care.”
“No. I just don’t want to explain to the police that you were last seen at my house.”
You rolled your eyes. “There it is.”
Suna laughed quietly. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, baby.”
He immediately started closing the door in your face.
You burst out laughing. “Bye!”
“Go home.”
Still laughing, you finally turned around and started walking away.
And once again, you didn’t see the small smile that stayed on Suna’s face long after you were gone.
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