“We weren't canoodling” you scoff, really not enjoying being caught by your brothers.
“Looks like it to me” Atsumu rolls his eyes.
“I thought you had a boyfriend,” Osamu adds.
“Wait yeah!! What happened to Kyosuke”
“We broke up” you groan, letting yourself fall back into the couch.
The twins begin to question you, as you expected, but what you didn't think you'd hear is Suna's laugh. He broke out into a full fit of laughter.
“What're laughin’ at?” Atsumu asked, nudging Suna who was clutching his stomach.
“You t-two look so- fucking stupid ” he barely manages to get out between his laughter.
“Huh!?” Osamu jumped in now, the twins changing from questioning you to attacking Suna who was out of breath.
“You're all idiots” you sigh, realizing just what you put yourself into.
“I remember the day Suna and Yn started datin’” Atsumu's voice rang through the microphone. “Samu and I were shocked since she had a different boyfriend just the day before”
“Thats the day we found out our baby sister was a player” Osamu leaned into the mic.
“Oh my god” you shake your head.
“Who gave them the microphone” Suna called out causing the crowd to laugh.
“Anyways, all this to say, we're happy Yn and Suna ended up together. No one is better for our sister than him” Atsumu dramatically cries.
“Somehow they always make things about them” you smile leaning into your Husband's shoulder.
“I love you Yn”
“I love you too Rin”
The end
𔘓 this was such a fast fic but I really like it
𔘓 I've never, in my entire 23 years of life, been to a wedding so 🤷🏻♀️
“I do!” He says far too loud, not caring if he woke anyone up.
“What?” You're in awe, never did you expect Suna to confess like that.
“I like you, I have since I met you”
“Im so confused. You…like me?”
“Yes. Yn, you're beautiful and sweet and funny and you don't deserve to be treated like shit by a guy like Kyosuke. He doesn't respect you at all” Suna grabs his hands giving you a small squeeze.
“Suna” you sigh yet dont pull away from him.
“I can be the guy for you, the guy who loves you, the guy who cares. I can be a better boyfriend than him. Even if you don't feel the same way, please don't let him harm you anymore than he already has” Suna was desperate, not for your love but for you to see that you're better than you think.
You sat there, silent, yet your mind was racing. Not only did you find out about your boyfriend cheating, but the same night you found out that your brother's best friend has a crush on you.
“Please say something” Suna speaks softly, his voice low.
“I don't know what to say,” you admit.
“Just tell me you'll end things with him” that's all he wanted.
“...I'll end things with him” you agree, finally seeing just how terrible he treated you.
“Hes so stupid” you cry into your pillow, trying hard not to wake anyone up.
Unfortunately the second you got back inside the house Suna was wide awake, following you upstairs and watching as you sob to yourself.
“Why are you crying?” He spoke up genuinely concerned.
You freeze not expecting anyone to be watching you, especially not Rintaro Suna.
“What happened?” He questions entering your room this time.
“Nothing” you lie, wiping away your tears as if your face wasn't red and puffy.
“Clearly something is wrong if you're crying” he sighs, sitting at the edge of your bed “is it that boyfriend of yours?”
“What makes you think that?” you mutter while holding onto your knees.
“I saw him outside, what happened? Did he break up with you?”
“No”
“Then what did he do to make you cry?”
“He had a hickey” you sigh, finally admitting it.
“One you didn't give him?”
“Yeah”
Suna stared at you for a minute in silence. He didn't know what to say. Should he rub it in that he told you so? Should he just hug you and let you cry? If it was the twins he'd make fun of them, but you? That was different.
“I really don't like your boyfriend,” Suna sighs.
“W-What?”
“Kyosuke, I don't like him. He is constantly hurting you and making you feel like you aren't important to him when you should be the most important person to him. You're such a pretty girl Yn, and you deserve to be loved the way you love”
“I- what do I even say to that” you hold back a laugh, he always made you feel better.
“I think you should break up with him”
“Break up with him? It was just one time, shouldn't I give him a chance?”
“A chance? This isn't the first time and you know it. I caught him kissing that “friend” of his, and honestly who knows how many times he's cheated since then” Suna argues moving closer to you.
“But-”
“But nothing Yn, you deserve better” he cuts you off. “You deserve someone who loves you”
“Like who, who would want me!”
“I do!”
𔘓 im only now realizing I made Suna a bit OOC 😅
𔘓 i already wrote every chapter so im just gonna leave it
“They didn't have to straighten her hair to make her pretty” Osamu pouted as he watched the movie, clearly enjoying it more than he let on.
“Or take off her glasses,” Atsumu added.
All this while you were on your phone watching your boyfriend's story, him out with friends, and Mina, his best friend.
‘I thought you had a family emergency?’ You replied under his post.
It was read pretty much right away, but he didn't respond. You sat on your messages just waiting.
“Whats wrong?” Suna's voice pulled you from your thoughts. He was leaning over looking at your phone with a puzzled expression.
“Nothing” you sigh. “Just boyfriend problems”
“Boyfriend problems?”
“Yeah”
“You're still with that Kyosuke guy?” He questions sounding surprised.
“Look I know what you said happened at that party but he assured me that it wasn't what it looked like”
“Wasn't what it looked like? He was making out with some girl?”
“She kissed him. You just didn't see that part” you weakly defend.
“Whatever you say yn, but just some advice dont put your heart on the line because your brain is being naive” he mutters turning back to the movies.
His words hit you hard. Suna is your brother's closest friend. He cares about you even if he acts like he doesn't. But Kyosuke is your boyfriend, you trust him, at least you should. Right?
‘Hey baby, im so sorry my mom overreacted so she ended up not needing me’
That was his excuse. It was weak, sounded like a lie, and yet.
‘Its alright baby <3’ ‘I wish you would have told me we could have still went out :(‘
‘Yeah I'll keep that in mind for next time’
‘Okay’ you shut your phone off wanting your mind to get off of the feeling of neglect that ran through you.
You all were about 4 movies in, you're tired and yet you were still sitting on the couch, Atsumu knocked out, Osamu finally got to watch Ratatouille, and Suna was leaning against you.
“Im going to bed” you push yourself off the couch letting Suna's body slowly fall onto the cushions.
“Yer no fun Yn” Osamu complained.
“‘Tsumu is literally asleep”
“At least he's here”
“Whatever I'm tired” you roll your eyes.
“Leave her be ‘Samu, it was supposed to be a guys night anyways” Suna spoke up, still laying in the position he fell in.
“Yeah lover boys it's your guy's night” you snort, going upstairs before Osamu could respond.
PAIRING - Suna Rintarou x Reader
WC - 3.2K GENRE - Fluff, Angst
CW - first person fic (not sorry), children are dumb, teenagers are dumb
SYNOPSIS - I can't remember my life without him. we weren't always friends. but i never knew how it would be in the end.A/N - ✌✌ i once had a friend like this but we never met again in college... but this spoke suna to me
My furthest back memory, Suna Rintarou was there. I genuinely can’t imagine my life without him. Can’t remember my life without him either.
We weren’t always friends. Well, maybe we started that way… I mean what five-year-old doesn’t want to be friends with everyone. At least at first. The initial friendship probably lasted for a week. Right up until he smacked me in the face with a volleyball and then refused to apologize when I was crying.
Maybe I’d even had a tiny little crush on the energetic boy before. But after that? Irredeamable… I hated him.
That hate did not fade easily.
My life was full of crossing paths with Rintarou in the upcoming years. Passing comments and glares sent for reasons neither of us could remember eventually. Grudges held at outings where our parents conversed with each other. We kept it civil, not worth the effort.
Luck had us both in mind when it stuck me on the same bus as him the last year of primary school. Now whether that’s considered good luck or back luck… well that depends on how you want to look at it.
12-year-old me had forgotten why I hated him. But I surely took notice of how attractive he’d gotten.
He was still lanky and awkward but he had way more confidence than he had business having. He’d calmed down since I’d first met him, no longer overly energetic but instead quieter and more discreet comments whispered to friends under his breath and snickered laughter.
I hated him for a different reason then. He didn’t go to my school then, but the stories I’d overhear about the girls were enough to make me curl up in my seat. I couldn’t decide if I hated him or myself more. Myself, because he was Suna Rintarou. The boy I’d hated for as long as I could remember. The boy I could now remember (and admit to) having a crush on before I hated him. The boy who I unfortunately might be liking again. Especially with the way he occasionally dragged me into his conversations with a teasing tone, like he knew it bothered me.
I thought I’d be free of him the next year when I was off to middle school. New school, new bus route. But, as luck would have it. Who slid into the seat next to me but the one and only Suna Rintarou.
“So, looks like it’s you and me again, huh?”
It was only a small comment, but it led to the most civil conversation the two of us had had in years. Small chats catching up with each other about interests and how sports went, what we’d quit and what we’d stuck with. Rintarou sitting next to me on the bus went from looking for anyone familiar to sit next to, to purposefully choosing to sit next to him.
My little hate-crush on him stopped somewhere along the way. I found comfort in the way the two of us non-stop bickered. The mutual bullying that was never taken too far or to heart.
That little connection with him that formed only grew stronger as the time in middle school went on. We both gossiped about the newest business in our separate classes and who was dating who and which girl was throwing herself at him that week. He chastised me about my choices in friends when he thought they were bad influences. Sometimes the overprotective routine got on my nerves and I would sit next to him on our bus ride only to purposefully ignore him the whole time.
Our bus rides when I wasn’t giving him the silent treatment were just constant chatter though. Anything under the sun. Everything that came to mind. At school it was the opposite though. Both of us were fond of pretending to not be as close as we were when we went about our shared school, doing our own things. It wasn’t like we purposefully ignored each other, or we’d like to think that, but my friends and his friends never got along.
Our nights were texting back and forth, me ignoring that I needed to sleep as he stayed up playing games online and shooting me texts in between rounds. It was amazing, actually, that it took me as long as it did to figure out that I liked him again. Right about the end of middle school when I was getting one last break from school before going off to high school.
High school… when he left.
We’d discussed both of our intents to follow the route most of the middle school was taking and going to the local high school. He didn’t tell me about his change of plans. I’d overheard his friends bragging and patting him on the back.
Suna Rintarou, personally recruited to go to Hyogo and attend Inarizaki High.
I was happy for him. He got to play volleyball at an amazing school. It was his dream. I was just upset he hadn’t told me. Upset he was leaving… leaving before I could confess to him, come clean to him.
So I decided to. The two of our families had gone out together, one last outing before he went off for high school. And I’d spent the whole time attached to him, waiting for the right time to tell him. And then we both watched the sunset together. And I decided it had to be then.
“Y/n, I love you.” That’s what he’d said, left a beat for me to process it, time enough for my heart to triple its speed and for me to open my mouth to reply. To reciprocate. I never got to get it out. “You’re like a sister to me and I’ll miss you. So keep in touch okay?”
My heart had never broken so fast and completely. I squeezed out my agreement through my faked smile. I resolved that this crush of mine would follow me to the grave.
That was dramatic, of course, the first year without him wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. The two of us tried to text every day at first. Then every other day. Then it was down to maybe once a week. There were other distractions in high school. Studies to focus on. Other people to crush on. Crushes that went places.
Our second year of high school and it was even less. Maybe we both would check in once a month. Most of our knowledge about each others’ lives, though, came from posts made online. By each other, by old classmates. Even when he came home to visit, the two of us rarely saw each other.
The only interaction came from a single week. A single week in summer when he was visiting. And a single night, a terrible night where through blurry eyes I’d sent a screenshot to the wrong contact.
Aiming to send the picture, a screenshot of a nasty message from someone I’d considered incredibly close, to my best friend and misclicking, hitting Rintarou’s name instead of hers. I hadn’t even noticed either, not until my phone had started to ring.
“Who the fuck is that?” I didn’t think that I’d heard him that angry since a boy stepped out of line with me in middle school.
“I-I’m so-sorry. I didn’t mean to send that to you.” I was sobbing, walking in circles outside in the dark, trying to not let my family know I was distressed.
“I don’t care, talk to me.” And then he listened, listened as I cried and recounted all the times I thought I was close to that person, confessed that I’d even thought I’d liked the person and that they’d liked me back. Listened to my heart break over a boy who wasn’t him, a boy who’d said unspeakable things to me. And when the call ended he’d told me. “I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night, if you need me, come here.”
I didn’t take him up on it. Not at first. But when my best friend had gotten the news, her volatile reaction had only sent me into more tears. I’d shown up at his front door, at midnight, still sobbing.
His sister had opened the door and I’d not even gotten to say a word to explain before he was getting up to get me. I’d heard him say a quick goodbye to someone on the phone before pocketing it, seen him turn off his game system and get up without a word. His shoes were on before he said anything, taking me by the shoulders and directing me back outside. “Let’s go for a walk.”
He’d spent hours outside with me, talking to me, making me laugh. He didn’t leave me alone until I felt better. Until my tears stopped and the boy’s number was deleted from my phone. I’d learned later that it was his current girlfriend he’d hung up on.
That night stayed with me always. But I barely talked to Rintarou after that. The rest of high school blurring as we kept in contact even less. But he stayed in my mind as the boy I’d always be able to call if I needed him to help me, no matter how much time had passed.
It was college now, I’d taken a year after high school to work, to save up the money to go where I wanted to. It was purely coincidence, once again, luck had us both in mind when I ended up at the same college as none other than Suna Rintarou.
It was like nothing had changed. Maybe it had. We were both closer, after being apart for so long, it was like making up lost time. After growing up it was like being able to finally come clean.
I admitted to crushing on him as a kid before he hit me in the face. He admitted that he’d actually crushed on me right after, when I was adamant that I was hating him.
He admitted to crushing on me when middle school had started. And I’d admitted to my crush at the end of it. Confessed how heartbroken I’d been at his proclamation that I’d been like a sister. And he’d laughed and confessed that he’d meant to leave it at “I love you” but had panicked at the last second.
Which meant he’d started high school thinking he’d loved me. The same way I’d started high school thinking I’d loved him.
That one had taken some time to process. Quiet minutes stretched between the two of us as we realized we’d had a chance to date and had missed it. The awkward silence had quickly been broken by laughter as we both agreed we’d grown up and out of it. Agreeing that friends had always been what suited the two of us best.
We’d both agreed. Three years ago the two of us had agreed. So I truly truly hated where I was now. Three years from that agreement. College graduation coming up. In love with Suna Rintarou. Again.
He looked… staggeringly handsome, fucking perfect in his suit for graduation. For the slob he tended to be, he cleaned up nice. Amazing actually. His hair wasn’t out of place like usual, it was clean and it was shiny. His smile was nearly sparkling as he greeted everyone happily. His suit was perfectly tailored to him too. A signing bonus from his new team. He was beautiful. And I was absolutely drooling. And absolutely hating it.
It felt like the end of middle school all over again. I was stuck crushing on Suna Rintarou and he was getting ready to leave, to go off.
It was like I was watching the future play by in slow motion. The same thing happening that had happened before. It felt kinda twisted if I was honest. Only seeing each other in three year bursts. Age five to eight, spent hating each other. Four years apart. Age twelve to fifteen, spent stuck in a space in between love and hate. Four years apart. Age nineteen to twenty-one spent thick as thieves, never one day apart.
I wondered… would we find our way back after another four years? When we were twenty-five? Were we doomed to spend it on repeat, losing him over and over again. Hating him and then loving him. A cycle we seemed too familiar with. Would we-
“Hey, why d’ya look so glum.” Rintarou chuckled, leaning against the wall next to me, looking out at the party that was happening now. I stayed quiet, shaking my head, trying not to look at him. He’d lost his jacket, had undid a few buttons at the top of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves and I was sure the alcohol in my system would take hold of my mouth if I were to look at him. “C’mon, y/n, you didn’t look like you enjoyed the ceremony at all. It’s a happy day.” He nudged my side with his elbow and I could hear the smile in his voice, it tugged on the corners of my own lips.
“I’m okay, Rin.” I replied quietly, lifting my head but still not turning back to him. “Just been thinking about how much I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.”
“Oh.” It was like the air around both of us suddenly got sucked out. The space around us thinning out and quieting down. “We’re still going to talk, you know.” He nudged me again, softer than the last time. He was trying to be playful but I could feel the strain in his movements.
“I know.” I swallowed down what I wanted to finish it with… but for how long? Would it be like when high school started, where we slowly stopped speaking as time went on. I didn’t want it to be. But if it was what he wanted then what could I- Rintarou’s hand appeared in front of my face and interrupted my thoughts. “What are you doing?”
“Pinky promise.” He chuckled as he could see the side of my face crinkle up in confusion. “C’mon, I know you still find them sacred.” I chuckled softly, nodding in confirmation. “So pinky promise, you’ll stay in touch.”
I smiled a little more, linking my pinky with his. “We’ll keep in touch Rin.” I sighed and leaned against him, a position of comfort for the two of us that had become all too normal over the last few years. “Maybe you can stop by whenever you come home, I’ll always make some time for you.”
“Yeah.” He chuckled, but it felt disconnected, like there was no heart behind it, and it was followed by a long silence. Tension pulled between the two of us as it sunk in that it was over. That like before, life was pulling the two of us apart. Neither of us spoke, leaning against each other, against the wall, watching others from our year celebrating. Quiet amongst the chaos of it all.
I wasn’t sure how long the two of us sat quietly, it felt like hours as the silence stretched between the two of us. In reality, it was probably no more than two minutes.
“You know what, no.” Rintarou’s sudden declaration took me by surprise and I lifted my head up from his shoulder. “I don’t want you to make time for me.” I was suddenly aware that his pinky was still locked with mine and I dropped it, my chest tightening as he kept speaking. “I don’t wanna stop by whenever I’m back in town.” It was like my whole world was crashing around me, heart being pulled out of my chest as I disconnected my body from his.
“What?” My voice caught in my throat as I processed what had just been said.
“Y/n, I don’t wanna stay in touch.”
“Oh. Right, okay.” I took a deep breath, feeling water pool along the bottom of my eyes as I stepped away from him. I could feel my body trembling as I did, the weight of his words crumbling my composure. There wouldn’t be another bout of three years for the two of us in the future. This was it. “I’m sorry, I should go.”
“Wait, would you.” Rintarou grabbed my hand as I tried to step away, preventing me from leaving and finally forcing me to turn to face him. He looked stressed out, like he was internally struggling to say what he was about to. To, no doubt, break my heart more.
“Suna I-”
“God, don’t call me that, y/n.” He groaned and ran his free hand over his face. “I don’t want you to keep in touch.”
“You said that alrea-”
“Shut up please.” Rintarou interrupted again. “Keeping in touch means calls once a week, then a month, then maybe just texting. It means maybe we’ll see each other once a year and catch up and you’ll tell me all about the wonderful boyfriend you’ll get who will turn into your husband one day, and we’ll catch up on our town’s gossip and what our college friends have been up to. And I’ll tell you about my newest girlfriend. It’ll always be a new one too, it’ll never go anywhere. Cause whoever she is… she’ll never be you.” I froze, it was like lead filled up my bones, refusing to function, waiting for him to keep talking. He breathed in deeply and I could feel his hand shaking as it gripped my wrist. “If we’re keeping in touch, it means that once again, I let you go and I can’t do that.”
“Rintarou.” I muttered, staring at him, keeping the eye contact he was making. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I loved you when I was six years old. I loved you when I was fourteen. I love you now, y/n. I know we said that stupid thing about just being friends but I can’t do that. And god I know this is so selfish but I love you, I’ve always loved you. And I’m not chickening out like I did when we were fifteen. That company that just hired you, they have an office out in the same city that my new team is in. I want you to come with me.” I blinked at him in shock, brain trying to catch up to his words as he stared back at me in worry. Worried that he ruined it all. “Please, I know I said shut up but please say some-”
I grabbed his face quickly, cutting him off with a kiss. His hands moved easily, the one on my wrist moving to my waist as he pulled me in closer, his other hand cupping my jaw to keep me against him. I hated being cliche but it truly did feel like everything fell into place. “Rin, I love you. I love you too. It was always you. I’ll come with you. I don’t wanna miss out on this again. Miss out on us. It was you in the beginning, it’s you now, and it’ll be you in the end.”
