𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 | 𝖲. 𝖱𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎
𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 10 | 𝖣𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 | 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 | 𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍
The six of you finally made it to Suna’s house.
After taking your shoes off at the front door, everyone followed him upstairs and into his room. His parents apparently were not going to be home for another few hours.
You were surprised by how big his room was.
It was clean too. Annoyingly clean.
His bed was neatly made, his desk was organized, and there were only a few scattered volleyball magazines and clothes here and there.
Quiet. Minimal. Kind of boring.
The six of you settled down in a circle on the floor, pulling out notebooks, textbooks, pencils, and random assignments. You placed your bag beside you and looked around at everyone.
“Okay, Atsumu,” you started, “begin with the homework you can do by yourself first. Leave the rest for me later.”
Atsumu groaned dramatically.
“You make it sound like I’m stupid.”
You ignored him and looked around at everyone else.
“You guys too, if you need help.”
“Okay, thank you,” Remi smiled.
Even Suna muttered out a quiet, “Thanks.”
You blinked at him for a second.
For a while, the room stayed relatively quiet.
The only sounds were pencils scratching against paper, pages turning, and Atsumu sighing dramatically every five minutes whenever he got stuck.
You had just started working on one of your own assignments when—
You looked up immediately.
Atsumu was staring at you from across the circle like a child begging for attention.
“I need help with this,” he complained. “Please.”
You sighed and put your pencil down.
You got up from your spot and made your way over.
The twins shifted slightly to make room for you between them.
You squeezed into the space and leaned over Atsumu’s worksheet.
You spent the next several minutes explaining the problem to him. Osamu occasionally chimed in just to insult Atsumu for not understanding basic math. Atsumu kept getting distracted halfway through.
You had to explain the same thing twice.
Eventually, though, he finally seemed to understand.
“Ohhh,” Atsumu said slowly. “Okay, that actually makes sense.”
“See?” you said. “You’re not completely helpless.”
“Debatable,” Osamu muttered.
You laughed quietly under your breath before standing back up.
“Well, there you go. That should help you out.”
You nodded and started heading back toward your original spot.
But when you glanced up, you realized Suna was already looking at you.
He leaned back against the wall behind him.
“Can you help me too?” he asked. “I’m having trouble with English this time.”
You sat there for a second before nodding. Reluctantly, you were going to help him.
Everyone looked over at Sana.
She smiled as she shifted closer.
“I’m super good at English,” she said. “Here, let me see.”
She leaned forward slightly, trying to look over Suna’s shoulder at his paper.
“I like the way Y/N explains things,” Suna said casually. “Maybe next time. Thanks, though.”
Sana looked surprised for a second.
Then she smiled awkwardly and nodded.
There was a weird pause after that.
Just long enough for the room to feel slightly awkward.
Thankfully, you broke it before it could get worse.
You grabbed your notebook and moved over to where Suna was sitting.
“Okay,” you said as you sat down beside him. “What part don’t you understand?”
He slid the worksheet toward you.
“Seriously? This is easy.”
You pointed to one of the questions.
“Okay, so basically, this word changes depending on the sentence. You have to pay attention to the tense first.”
As you talked, you focused on the paper in front of you.
You didn’t notice that Suna had stopped looking at the worksheet entirely.
His eyes were on you instead. On the side of your face. The way your eyebrows furrowed slightly whenever you were trying to explain something. The way you absentmindedly tapped your pencil against the page. The way your voice softened without you realizing it.
Because Suna had spent so much time thinking you were annoying.
You didn’t seem annoying at all.
And that feeling in his chest was weird.
Like he was stuck in place and couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.
He barely heard a word you said for the last thirty seconds.
You were closer than he realized.
Close enough that he could see the details of your face clearly.
Close enough that it made his chest feel strange all over again.
He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck.
“Can you repeat it one more time?”
You stared at him for a second.
You looked back down at the paper and started explaining again.
This time, Suna forced himself to pay attention.
A little while later, “Ahh, finally done!”
Remi stretched her arms above her head dramatically.
Everyone else looked up from their work.
“What should we do now?” she asked.
You yawned and rubbed your eyes.
“Beats me. I’m kind of hungry though.”
“Do you have any snacks?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Let’s just go downstairs and see what’s there.”
Everyone stood up and started making their way downstairs.
Atsumu immediately headed for the kitchen cabinets.
Osamu grabbed drinks out of the fridge.
Remi found a bag of chips.
Sana offered to help carry things to the table.
Within a few minutes, everyone was sitting around Suna’s dining room table with snacks spread out between you.
There were chips, cookies, crackers, juice, candy—basically anything that could be found in a kitchen.
Atsumu was already halfway through a bag of chips.
“Slow down,” Osamu said. “You eat like you’ve never seen food before.”
“You’re literally done growing.”
You smiled to yourself and grabbed a cookie off the plate.
The conversation stayed light for a while.
Mostly just random things.
Atsumu complaining about practice.
Remi talking about a movie she wanted to watch.
Sana slowly started getting more comfortable, laughing more often and talking a little louder now.
At one point, Atsumu told a story about falling asleep in class and accidentally snoring loud enough for the teacher to hear.
You looked at him for a second when you heard it.
His laugh was quieter than everyone else’s.
The room eventually grew quieter after a while.
Then Sana suddenly looked between you and Suna.
You looked up from your drink.
You narrowed your eyes slightly.
Sana smiled nervously. “Are you and Suna dating?”
The room immediately went silent.
Suna looked equally confused.
Atsumu started choking on his drink.
“Sorry!” Sana said quickly, laughing awkwardly. “I know that’s kind of blunt. You guys just seem… close.”
You and Suna looked at each other. You held eye contact for a second.
“Never,” you said immediately.
You leaned back in your chair, still laughing.
“Like, if we were the last two people on Earth, I’d still stay away from him.”
“Dating her would probably be the worst experience of my life,” he said.
“And I’ve gone through a lot,” he added dramatically.
“All she does is nag me,” he said teasingly.
“You literally yell at me every day.”
“Because you’re annoying.”
Remi, Atsumu, and Osamu were all laughing now as the two of you continued bickering back and forth.
“You’d cry if you had to date me,” you said.
Sana laughed so hard she had to cover her mouth.
“Okay,” she said between laughs, “forget I ever asked.”
“You guys are more like a divorced failed marriage.”
“I wouldn’t even marry him in the first place,” you shot back.
“Good,” Suna said. “Because I’d say no.”
“You’re obsessed with me.”
You threw a napkin at him.
He caught it easily and smirked.
You rolled your eyes immediately.
You all stayed at the table for a little while longer after that.
The conversation shifted to random things again.
What classes everyone hated.
You had mostly stopped paying attention by then.
Instead, you leaned back in your chair and looked down at your phone when it buzzed in your lap.
Your eyes widened slightly.
“Yeah. I didn’t realize how late it was.”
You stood up fully and brushed the crumbs off your clothes.
“Thanks for your help, Y/N!” Atsumu said.
“Yeah,” Suna added. “Thanks.”
You looked at him briefly before nodding.
You headed upstairs to grab your things.
Once your bag was packed, you headed back downstairs and slipped your shoes back on near the front door.
You were just about to leave when you heard footsteps behind you.
Osamu was standing there with his hands in his pockets.
“Hey,” he said. “Do you want me to walk you home?”
He gave you a small smile as he gently tapped your lower back.
“Yeah,” you reassured him. “I’ll be fine.”
Then, with one last wave, you opened the front door and stepped out into the cool night air.
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