Little does everyone know, that the ever so nonchalant middle blocker has always thought of himself as the antagonist of his life.
Trouble ensues when he finds himself not able to get the girl in the crimson dress off of his mind. But little does he know of the scarlett wounds she hides behind her smile.
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-based off “daddy issues” by the neighbourhood
warnings/tags- tw language, mentions of drugs/smoking/alcohol, fluff if you squint really hard
“It’s crazy what you’d do for a friend” (PART 1)
“Take you like a drug
Taste you on my tongue”
The first time you met Suna Rintarou was at some random frat party your friend had dragged you to after you had been cheated on by your boyfriend of 2 years.
In all fairness, you saw it coming from a mile away. But then why did you stick around? Maybe it was because you knew you couldn’t do better? Maybe you deserved it? Maybe you were not enough for him in the first place?
All those thoughts were thrown out the window as your head got struck with a rock heavy wave of dizziness. Everything around seemed to be in hues of lilac and lavender as you threw back your head laughing at the incoherent mumbles of the people around you. They most definitely were not incoherent. One moment you were laughing, the next you were melding your lips against the brunette next to you.
His lips somehow felt sickening but addictive at the same time. You couldn’t tell if your high was from the smoke he inhaled and released down your throat each time he pulled his lips away from yours, or if it was simply your wanton need for the strawberry-like taste of his lips. You felt him mumble against your lips, something about you looking like a goddess in the crimson dress you wore. In that moment, you didn’t care. As long as you stayed up high in the clouds with his tongue exploring your mouth and far away from the reality of everything, you were content.
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‘Ask me what I'm thinking about
I'll tell you that I'm thinking about
Whatever you're thinking about’
“Hey, what you reading there crimson?”
You snapped your head up at the unknown voice, your eyes locking onto a pair of catlike brown eyes. You narrowed your eyes at the stranger. That seemed to force a chuckle out of him.
“Don't remember me do you?”
A sudden burst of memories seemed to slam right into your mind as you recognised that all too familiar smirk from two nights ago. Your eyes widened as your mouth formed an “O” shape, and to further your embarrassment, that just made the boy burst into a bout of laughter.
“Well, at least answer my question, since I assume that we’ve already gotten quite a bit familiar with each other.” He said while pulling a library chair out from across you and plopping down in it with a smirk that made your knees wobble a little.
Still too shaken up, it took you a moment to realise what he had asked in the first place. Lifting the book in your hands a little, you mumbled out the name of the manga you were reading.
“Ah, that’s a good one but the main character gets a little too cocky by the middle, don’t you think?”
Quickly overcoming your surprise of him actually having read it, your reply comes out before you even realise it,
“ Oh he absolutely does, but that’s the whole point of it isn’t it?”
He tilts his head, signalling for you to continue,
“Well, you see, that’s the whole trope- the main character has flaws and always sees himself as the bad guy, but he realises just how much of an unreliable narrator he himself was when the female lead ends up accepting him and loving him for who he is anyways.”
“But why would she still accept him after all the pain and hurt he caused?”
“I don’t know...maybe she thought she deserved it.”
His eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at you with a gaze sharp enough to cut through diamond.
Just then, his phone notification rang, and he let out a sigh before getting up.
“I hope to see you around crimson”
You scrunch your nose up at the strange nickname but he simply laughs as he ruffles your hair and walks away.
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no this is totally not me projecting my issues onto a fic
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PART 2 PREVIEW-
“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”
The constant buzzing of your phone wakes you up. Checking the time on the clock next to your bed, you notice that it’s 2:37 am. Your phone buzzes again and you groan.
“someone better be fucking dying” you murmur to yourself sleepily. Ready to use the person on the other side as a punching bag, you answer the call without even checking who the caller is.
“I’m outside, can you please open the door crimson?”
It takes you less than a second to realise who that husky voice belongs to. Before you know it, your feet are carrying you to the door as you open it slightly, half mad- half worried about the boy standing in front of you with a bleeding cut across his cheek. His eyes seem to droop more than usual but his head perks up as he sees you and that all too familiar, but still intoxicating grin graces his features as he takes a step forward towards you, crashing his lips into yours.
