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suo made my son cry

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i saw a ghost, it had your smile

hayato suo x reader, wc: 3.5k, req? no note from sunnie: warning! this contains major spoilers for the current arc! (suo backstory chapters) and because of that, this is definitely an angst fic! enjoy :)

You don’t know anything’s wrong until the end of the first day. 

Not until Nirei’s text comes in as the final school bell rings. You read his message while your friends race to pack up and go home around you, a confused furrow in your brow and lip trapped between your teeth. 

Have you heard from Suo today? He didn’t come to school and isn’t answering our messages. 

You frown, swiping to the text thread you have with Suo. His last message is from the night before, telling you to sleep well. He didn’t text you good morning like usual, which is odd, but you’d woken up late and been swept away in schoolwork for the whole day so you didn’t notice. 

You’re starting to feel guilty about not noticing.  

Despite the gnawing worry eating at you, you ignore Nirei’s message for the length of time it takes you to haphazardly shove all your belongings into your school bag and run out of the classroom. Instead of bothering to type out a response, you dial Nirei’s number and press your phone to your ear. 

He answers on the third ring. 

“What’s going on with Suo?” You ask in lieu of a greeting once you hear the call connect. There’s some shuffling, some muffled voices on the other end of the call, and you know he’s still at Furin with his class. 

“We were hoping you’d know,” Nirei sounds anxious, which wouldn’t be out of place, but the tension underlying his words is making your own heart pound in return. “He hasn’t said anything to you?”

“No,” You hate how bitter the one word tastes on your tongue. It’s not like you and Suo are dating—not officially, anyways. But there’s always been a connection there, a level of closeness that goes just a touch or two past friendship. Really, you’ve just been waiting for him to finally ask you out. You’re practically a couple without the label. “He didn’t say anything about being sick when we talked last night.”

“We—hold on, let me put you on speaker,” Nirei’s voice goes distant for a moment, until the muffled voices in the background become louder, clearer. You recognize Sakura muttering something indecipherable to Nirei, hear Kiryu chastise Tsugeura for some unknown misstep. The usual crew. “We were with him last night, and he seemed fine.”

“The jerk can’t even bother to send a text?” Sakura snaps, and you know his anger is just misplaced frustration. You also know he’ll correct himself when he’s ready—you’ve watched him grow an incredible amount in the months you’ve known him. 

“I’ll try calling,” You offer, because now you’re starting to worry. The boys bid you goodbye and good luck, and you end the call before starting another.

But Suo doesn’t answer. 

You leave a voicemail, instead. 

“Hey, it’s me. Can you call me when you get a chance? Everyone’s worried about you. And I… I am, too.”

You message Nirei and tell him that when you hear from Suo, you’ll let him know, and try to reason with yourself that missing one day of school and not answering a few texts isn’t the end of the world. You try, but you don’t find much comfort in it.

Because one day turns into two, which spills into three. 

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve messaged him, let alone called. None of it gets you a response, and the small knot of worry that had been building since Nirei texted you on day one has built into a boulder of anxiety sitting heavy on your chest. 

Day two is spent checking your phone every time you imagine it to vibrate with a text. And when you do get a message, it’s Nirei or Sakura asking if you’ve heard from him. Day two is hell, because you feel helpless.

Day three isn’t much better. But Nirei calls you during your lunch block, and you answer with enough dangerous hope that they’ve found him, that you nearly die from impact when you’re let down. 

“Where does Suo live? We’re going to go there after school,”  Nirei says instead of what you actually want to hear. You frown, nudging your bento forward and away from you, ignoring the curious looks from your friends. Suddenly, you have no appetite. 

“I don’t know,” You admit, pouting. The same helplessness comes biting back at you with a vengeance at your admission. “We’ve never gone to his house. We either hang out in town or at my place.”

You’d known something was wrong when he never mentioned his family or invited you over. But you were no stranger to uncomfortable topics, so you let him decide when he wanted to talk about it. Now you’re starting to wonder if you should’ve pushed him to open up. If maybe it would change how things are. 

“Okay,” Nirei doesn’t blame you for not calling into question why you—after months of nearly dating—have no idea where Suo lives. You sort of wish the blond did, because you can’t be the only one blaming you. “I’ll check the school records. He had to list an address on his application.”

You hum, mind a million miles away. Your thoughts are scattered somewhere near where Suo is, but the problem is you don’t have a clue where that could be. 

“Hey,” You say after a beat of silence. Nirei is still on the line, no doubt having picked up on the fact you still had something to say. “If you find his address, could I come with you to check on him?”

“Of course. I’ll text you our plan.” There’s no hesitation. You think you hear relief in his tone, though you’re not sure if it’s because he and the boys won’t have to go alone or because you won’t be alone. 

Either way, you’re grateful.

“Thanks, Nirei.” 

You hang up on him quickly, and open your text thread with Suo. 

Twenty-seven unread messages from you to him. Three days of no contact. You miss talking to him, but you miss just having him even more. 

You’re typing before you can process your thumbs tapping across the screen. 

I’m sorry if something happened. Or if I did something that upset you. I just want to know you’re safe, Suo. Even if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore. I hope you remember how much I care about you. Please be safe. And come back to me soon, okay?

Somehow, you know he won’t respond even before you hit send. 

“Are… are you sure this is the right address?” 

You’re looking at an empty lot. 

An empty lot. 

It’s supposed to be Suo’s home. It’s supposed to have at least a building, one where the owner of your heart sleeps and does homework and calls you right before bed just to ask how your day was. 

And there’s not even a building. 

“I’m certain.” Nirei responds to Kiryu’s question. You’re standing hopelessly between the four boys—Sakura and Tsugeura on your left, Nirei and Kiryu on your right—hoping that no one will acknowledge you. 

Of course, you’re not that lucky. 

“You seriously have never been to his house before?” Tsugeura asks, and Nirei hisses at him to be sensitive! You nod your head despite the guilt threatening to eat you alive. 

“It’s just…” Kiryu starts his question more tactfully, but he’s still addressing you, so you kind of wish you could bury your head in the sand. As if that’d make Suo come back. “We all thought you two were… together. It’s weird that he never invited you over.”

And doesn’t Kiryu realize that you know all that? That you probably should’ve seen some of the red flags with Suo and confronted him? You know you could’ve done a million things differently, and thinking about it is only making your throat close with hot, angry tears. Guilty tears. 

“It’s all weird,” Sakura interrupts, saving you from having to answer. He turns towards you, and you think you might crumble if he asks you a question, too. 

But he doesn’t. 

Instead, he nods his head over his shoulder, gesturing in the direction away from the empty lot that was supposed to have the answers to where your Suo has been. 

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.” He’s not asking. He’s giving you a direction, an out of the conversation that’s slowly breaking you apart piece by piece. You nod, even though you don’t think you ever really had an option to not leave with him. “Let me know if you find anything out.”

He says that second part to the others, but he doesn’t wait for a response before he’s turning away, walking without checking that you’re following him. 

You do, because you can’t stand to look at the empty lot any longer. 

You walk half a step behind him the whole way back into town. Neither one of you talk, either, but you do sniffle back unshed tears every once in a while he does you the favor of not acknowledging. 

He leads you back in the direction of your house. When you get there, he doesn’t leave immediately, and you know he wants to say something to you. But it’s still Sakura, so you know he doesn’t quite understand how to open up this conversation. 

You sit on the curb, knees drawn tight to your chest and fold arms so they’re covering your face. You don’t want him to see how you’re almost crying, but you know he’s perceptive enough to figure it out regardless. Still you put some effort into hiding.

Sakura lowers himself onto the curb beside you, quietly, and suddenly it’s impossible to stop the thoughts that’d been plaguing your mind from taking over. 

“Do you…” You hesitate, turning your head to the side to watch him while still folding in on yourself. He doesn’t look at you, but he does give you the space to straighten out what you want to say. Or, more so what you need to say than what you want. “Do you think I could’ve done something to drive him away?”

“Not a chance,” He doesn’t hesitate, and the swift certainty he replies with catches you off guard. He clicks his tongue like he’s annoyed by the question, which is a positive thing, coming from him. “Stupid. Suo’s obsessed with you. Always talkin’ about you and things you like.” 

You frown, and though you know you should be comforted by his words, you’re not. There’s something gnawing at you, deep in the pit of your stomach, and you know you won’t feel at ease until Suo is back in your arms. 

Safe. 

“That’s the thing, Sakura.” Your voice is a little stronger now, but your throat burns and your eyes are still flooded with tears that haven’t yet spilled. “He knows so much about us. But how much do we know about him?”

Your words hang heavy in the air between the two of you. And it might be a sunny afternoon, but you feel chilled straight down to your bones. 

“It’s like he’s a ghost to us.” You look forward, across the street and into the distance. Nothing in particular catches your attention, but at least you don’t have to see the way Sakura reacts to your words. “Like he’s there, but not real. Just out of reach, haunting us.” 

“He ain’t a damn ghost,” Sakura snaps, and you flick your attention to him to read his expression. He’s frowning in the same forward direction you’d been looking, his dual colored brows knitted together tightly in frustration. “He’s real, and we’ll find him.” 

And you really can’t let your mind go down the road of not seeing Suo again, so you make yourself believe him. You make yourself trust Sakura’s vow, and trust that when Suo comes back, you’ll all work it out. 

You can’t let yourself believe otherwise. 

So, you nod. 

Nothing has happened by the end of the third day. 

Nothing, until Suo calls you. 

You almost don’t register that it’s actually him calling at first. There’s a moment, or two, where you just stare at the screen in disbelief. 

His contact photo is a picture of the two of you. Tsubaki had taken it at one of Bofurin’s celebrations. He’s standing behind you, strong arms wrapped around your middle with his chin tucked over your shoulder. You have a palm pressed to his outside cheek, holding him close. You look so happy. 

You thought he had been, too. 

But the moments pass and you realize you cannot miss his call, so you scramble to drop the pencil you’d been doing your homework with to collect your phone and hold it to your ear. 

“Suo?” His name falls past your lips in a breathy whisper. Like just the sound of it knocks the wind out of your lungs—and it does. 

“Come to your window.” You hear his voice, real and steady if not twinged with something you can’t place in your haste to race from your desk to your bedroom window. 

And then you see him. 

Your bedroom is on the second floor, so his head is tilted upwards to find you. Night has fallen, so he's only light up by the hazy street lights. He’s in the middle of the road, wearing his regular clothes, if not a little disheveled. There’s a smile on his lips that doesn’t look right, but none of that is what catches your attention, because—

“What happened to your nose?” You feel like your heart is in your throat. He’s so close and calling you but he has blood staining half his face. You’ve never known him to get hurt to the point he bleeds, even despite the innumerable fights he’s been in. “Who did that? Where have you been?”

“My, you have a lot of questions.” He deflects. There’s something off about him—and he didn't need to have been missing for three days for you to figure it out. Even from your spot in the window, even through the phone, you know he’s hurting. 

“Suo, hold on,” You huff into the call, weight shifting between your feet. Nervous is an understatement to describe your feelings. “Don’t move. I’ll come down—”

“Stay right there, sweetheart.” He chastises, voice dripping with honey despite stinging like venom. You freeze on command. “If you leave the window, I’ll have to go.” 

“Suo,” You plead, not caring in the slightest about the tears welling up in your eyes. Miraculously, you haven’t cried yet, but now you’re approaching your limit. Having him so close yet so out of reach is beyond painful. “Hayato.”

You see it then, the emotion he tries to hide. It flashes across his face like lightning, so quick you wouldn’t be able to catch it if you were any less devoted to him. 

He’s hurting, too. 

But then he’s smiling again, acting smug like he can convince you that he’s fine, that this is all part of his plan. You know it isn’t, but calling him on it might make him run, and you really can’t risk that right now. 

“I’m afraid that won’t work. This time, at least.” He laughs, but it’s a touch too self-depreciating for you to believe him. You hadn’t meant—ever—to use his first name as a way to convince him to do what you want. But from his words, it almost seems like he’s accusing you of manipulating him by calling him Hayato. 

“I don’t understand what’s going on,” You confess, as if that much wasn’t glaringly obvious. You have to lean your weight against the windowsill, forehead pressed to the glass as you watch him like he’ll disappear in the time it takes to blink. 

Which, is that even a stretch anymore?

“It’s all very obvious, if you think about it.” Suo hums, almost tauntingly. But any mirth he might be trying to display is completely undercut by the dried blood coating the lower half of his face. “So put that pretty head of yours to good use, alright?”

“Suo,” You plead again, hating how desperate you sound but doing nothing to temper how obviously you’re aching for him to come back. “I… I love you. Just talk to me. Please.”

It’s the first time you’ve said the words, admitting aloud just how heavy the feelings you carry for him are. And you despise you’re being forced to tell him like this. Through a phone call, on the verge of tears, unable to physically go to him despite being close. 

But it doesn’t make them any less true. 

“Don’t… don’t.” Suo breathes heavily through the line, and you hear the shudder in his words. You think he believes you; you think you see the truth of it settling across his features despite the distance or how quick he is to lock down his emotions after. “If you say stuff like that, I’ll have to leave.”

“You don’t have to.” None of this makes sense, but you know you’ll never get your answers if he leaves tonight. Something deep within your bones tells you that if he leaves—if he walks away—you won’t see him again. 

And you can’t let that happen.

“You haven’t seen poor Nirei yet.” Suo smiles and you don’t believe him. You don’t believe that he’s actually amused, or that he’s so casual about this all, or that he just implied he’d fought Nirei. And you certainly don’t believe that Nirei was the one to give him the bloody nose. You can’t believe it. “He just didn’t know when to quit.”

“Stop it.” You hiss, and you feel the first of your tears start to run down like it’s a race to fall. “You don’t mean it. I can see it in your face.”

How did everything go so wrong?

“I only came by to let you know that this thing between us? It’s done.” His voice is cold now. And you hate that the first thought you have is that at least he’s not pretending to smile anymore. But such a small comfort doesn’t take away the bite from his words, each one landing like a well placed punch to your heart. “There’s a reason I never asked you to be official.”

It feels so trivial, worrying about your non-relationship status while he’s actively breaking down. You wish you could say you don’t care about it, that the only thing that matters is that he’s here, but you know it’s not true. 

And maybe it’s selfish, but knowing that fact doesn’t make the pain cease or your tears stop falling. 

“Hayato.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore. All you can think is to plead his name on a broken sob, your fingers gripping your phone so tight something is bound to break—whether it be bone or glass or you. 

“Goodbye,” He doesn’t even say your name, not once, before he ends the call, still not smiling. You watch him pull his phone away from his ear, and when he turns the slightest inch away, you run. 

You don’t bother with shoes, or a coat, or even clothes other than your pajamas as you race through the house. You take the stairs two, three, at a time. You use your hands to push off from the walls to increase your momentum and speed. 

Still, it’s not enough to catch him. 

Barefoot, you sprint into the street where he’d been standing moments before. He’s gone, you knew he’d be, but there’s not even a trace of him left to be found. There’s no way to tell if he went left or right, but you guess anyways and run up and down the street like you’re insane. 

You feel like you are.

You’re still crying by the time you dial Sakura’s number and drop helplessly onto the curb. The same spot you were in when you talked to Sakura earlier that day. You don’t feel any better than you had then. Part of you wishes you could go back to the version of you that hadn’t suffered the call with Suo. 

Sakura answers after only a few rings, but you’re already talking, rambling, the moment you hear the call connect. 

“I saw him,” You sob into the phone, knees drawn tight to your body like you could physically make yourself small enough that the ache inside you has nowhere to live. “I talked to him, but he left. I let him get away. And—and he was hurt, Sakura. He had a bloody nose—”

“Yeah, we know.” He interrupts you, voice grave. He doesn’t want to be having this conversation with you, you can tell. He’s angry, and you still haven’t pinpointed who he’s angry at. Now, you’re in no state to dissect Sakura. “He fought Nirei.”

Suo had practically told you as much, you think. But you don’t say it aloud. There will be a time, later, for you to break down the conversation you had with Sakura, Nirei, and the others. But it’s not now, not tonight. 

Tonight, you can cry. Tomorrow—that will be when you can talk about it. 

You think about how, earlier, you called Suo a ghost. Unknowable, unreachable. An apparition. 

And suddenly, you’re finding it impossible to deny the fact that you might be right.

extra note from sunnie! I loved writing this and am dying to know how this arc is resolved. possibly a part two depending on how it plays out?

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Falling Behind || Suo.H X reader

“Suo? Where are you?”

♡ “...”

☆ In which: unfortunately for you, you’ve been forced into getting a job at Pothos. So what happens when you find yourself falling in love with a certain lying eyepatched man? ☆ contains: f!reader, manga spoilers, ☆ A/N: HiHi! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I am so ready for Suo’s arc Masterlist: A Matter of Time Masterlist Next Part: Too Little Too Late Wc: 3,869 words

You had never imagined agreeing not only to go outside with someone willingly, but to go with someone you just met.

The morning light burnt as you gazed through the window. Silently, you counted the minutes before you could leave this quiet cafe. Your apron was already long forgotten on a nearby chair. There wasn’t another soul in the abandoned cafe, except of course your and your boss. 

A boss who wouldn’t let you leave. 

“Patrol is about to be over soon, that means the Furin boys will be coming. Knowing them, it’ll mean I’ll need all the hands I could get,” Stupid Furin boys. Stupid patrol. Stupid boss. 

You rolled your eyes as you looked around at the practical jail cell you were in. It’s not that you didn’t like this job. No, it was the best you could get right now. A job where you just made coffee all day. Yet, the idea of doing nothing until a wave of people would flood through those doors scared you. Petrified you. 

The idea of people made you want to start bawling. 

People were never your forte. Everytime, you had to speak to a stranger it felt like your throat was going to close up. It felt like you were shoved into a stage and told to perform a script you didn’t know. It was exhausting. It was terrifying. It was your life. 

At the time, you thought you were just bad at talking to people. You didn’t realise you was terrified of being seen.

If you had the choice, you’d stay home all day. But, against your will, you were shoved out of the house and forced to make some money. So, you winded up here. Praying that the Furin boys wouldn’t show up before your shift ended. 

Unfortunately, life had other plans.

The jingle of the bell rang out like your verdict being announced. Your eyes widen as you see eleven or twelve boys all flood into the quint cafe. Whilst their heights all varied, their dark green jackets, accented with gold, only symbolize one thing. They were here. Furin boys. 

Their chatter filled the cafe as one of them confidently walks up to Kotoha to place an order for the group. Only to get yelled at for bringing in so many people without notice before hand. The rest of the group took a seat in the corner, taking up almost half of the cafe. Their green jackets all fading to one. 

Slowly you walked up to Kotoha, placing a hand on her shoulder lightly. Her eyebrows scrunched up and a frown was obvious. Her mouth parts slightly before you began to talk gravely. Your eyes shutting and head shaking. 

“I can’t do this. I’m going home,” 

As you turned around to face the exit, you felt fingers curl around your collar. Freezing cold nails press against the nape of your neck as you’re violently pulled back. Your shoes squeaking against the floor as you’re dragged back to your execution table. Eyes widening as you see the shadow of a frying pan glaring at you.

You try to fight the constraints, thrashing, shaking, anything to free yourself from faith’s grasp. Yet, it was all in vain. Dread began to settle in as you heard her laugh. A sadist, tired, murderous laugh. One that’s a mix between a gasp and a sigh. One that makes your skin crawl. One that signifies your end is near. 

“Going home?” Kotoha smiles at you. A sick threatening smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Her fingers move to grip your shoulder as your heart screams at you to run. “You’re funny, you know that?” 

She slowly situates you before the coffee making section. Patting your head softly as she orders you to make each order perfectly. Before leaving to finally place the pan on the stove, allowing you to breathe. 

Your hands soon find themselves lost in the process of making drinks. The usual coffee doesn’t take a genius to figure out how to make. Grind the beans, level it out, place it in the machine. If they want milk, you add milk. Otherwise, you’re done. 

The steps silently repeat in your mind as you make the 9th cup. You fall into a repetitive routine, your ears listening in to the various sounds of the cafe. A soft sizzling of the Omurice. The quiet chatter of the Furin boys. Yours and Kotoha’s synchronized footsteps. It was like a soft orchestra playing in the background of your monotonous activities. 

You turn towards the coffee beans to begin the 10th cup, yet something caught your eyes. You place the small brown beans down as you move towards the order sheet. Rereading the drink twice over, before turning to check with Kotoha. It was odd to see such an order. Especially from Furin boys. You had to triple check it before being able to start. 

“Kotoha, did someone order tea?”

“Oh yeah Suo probably did,” 

Suo. You’ve heard that name before. It floats through the cafe anytime a Furin boy does. Yet, you could never really tell who he was. 

To some, he’s terrifying and one of the strongest fighters they’ve ever seen. To others he’s a jokester. To the rest, he’s nothing more than the vice-captain to one of the classes. You weren’t one to base your opinions of someone based on rumours. 

But, when you can’t tell what’s real and not with someone, you kind of have to.

Your lips press together as you look through the various shelves for tea bags. Struggling to find it amongst the various other ingredients in the cupboards. Before finding the sole box filled with various tea bags. You pick the right one out, before placing it in piping hot water. 

It wasn’t often you did this. Most people around this area tend to prefer coffee. Maybe a few would like tea, but Kotoha normally handles those orders. So it’s always memorable when you did. 

You just didn’t realize how memorable this cup of tea would be 

The water turned a beautiful shade of amber. The faint colour swirling like paint. Throwing the tea bag away, you place the cup aside for Kotoha to deliver, before staring at the clock.

 A few more minutes before the end of your shift. A few more minutes till peace. A few more minutes till you’re free from these shackles. Yet, you weren’t tying up your apron. 

Any other day, you would’ve had one foot out the door. A silent plead to Kotoha to finally let you go. Yet, today you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t do that to her. 

You couldn’t leave while Kotoha was running back and forth between the counter and tables. You couldn’t leave while her hands were constantly being filled up. You couldn’t leave while a few more Furin boys began to enter the cafe.

So, you sigh. Picking up the tea and a spare omurice to deliver to the assigned table. Your hands shaking slightly as you double checked which table you were meant to go to. Your lips pressed against each other as you avoided colliding into Kotoha. 

Her hands, for once, were empty. You could back out if you wanted. Shove the food into her hands and run. It was tempting. Oh so very tempting. 

To be able to avoid human interaction? That would be a dream. You were able to avoid talking to any Furin boy ever since you started this job. You didn’t want that to end.

Yet, looking at Kotoha, you couldn’t bring yourself to. 

Your footsteps fall into syncopation of the flow of the cafe. Hands trying to stabilize the tea that is threatening to spill over. You sigh softly as you slowly make your way to the assigned tabled. Eyes looking up from the ground to face the Furin boys. 

You felt yourself stop. 

Your eyes widen momentarily as you took in the sight. The sight of one boy in particular. His beautiful maroon hair shining beautifully in the room light. An eyepatch that accented his outfit nicely, whilst concealing his right eye. A soft smile painting his features as he listens to his friends chatter. 

In that second, you debate running to kotoha. In that second, you question why you were even out here in the first place. In that second, you felt your soul leave you body. Why? 

Because no one told you that one of the Furin boys were pretty. 

You’ll be fine, were the words you deluded yourself into believing as you walked closer. As long as Suo wasn’t that unfairly attractive Furin boy, you’ll be fine. After, you could go back to hiding behind the counter, while maybe stealing a few glances at him. Everything will be fine. As long as he wasn’t Suo.

Your hands shook as you walked closer and closer towards your final act. You tried slowing your breaths. Tried counting them. Tried everything. Yet to no avail. The only thing soothing your pounding heart is the silent script you wrote in your head. 

A script that you completely forgot the second you stood before the table.

Six pairs of eyes stare up at you, wide and alert. Some looked as though they were judging you. Some looked as though they were shocked to see someone other than Kotoha. Some looked as though they could not care less. Yet, your eyes were drawn to one specific pair of eyes. 

Or rather a singular maroon eye. 

“One tea?” You lift the cup slightly as you await for the person who ordered it to make their presence known. Yet much to your dismay, it happened to be boy with the eyepatch. His smile polite yet sincere as he took the cups from your hands. Stabilizing it without another word. 

“Thank you miss,” His voice is soothing as he thanks you. He takes a single sip from his tea before his eye widden slightly. “This is delicious. Are you perhaps a new employee at Pothos?”

Delicious? The question had flown over your head as the compliment replayed in your mind. Sure you didn’t really make the tea, yet the simple words stayed in your heart, warmed the frozen organ hidden within. If you were quiet enough you could hear your heartbeat. 

Back then, a compliment about your work was only ever heard from Kotoha’s mouth. Often relaying a message from a patron. Yet, to hear it from someone first hand, made you smile. A silly little smile that failed to erase as you finally clocked out for the day. A smile that stuck with you till the next day as you walked to wards Pothos again. 

A smile that grew wider as you see the eyepatched man waiting outside Pothos. 

His hair looks to be a softer red in the sunlight as he tilts his head to the side. His eye glancing over the closed sign. Shoulders dropping in disappointment before he turned around. Noticing you. 

“Oh, you’re the employee who made that tea yesterday are you not?” Your eyes widen at the sudden act of acknowledgement. Before you offer a quick nod. His face seemed to soften at that fact. 

Soon, silence hung in the air. No words were exchanged as wind blew through your hairs. Eyes merely starting into each others as time seemed to tick on without you. 

“We arrived a bit too early haven’t we?” You say. Eye brows knitting as you stare at the closed sign hung upon the door. He sighs as he nods his head. 

“I suppose so,” he turns to look down at you with a hopeful smile. “I don’t suppose you have the key? You work here don’t you?” 

You sigh at his request, shaking your head. “I work here but, Kotoha is normally here before me so she always opens up the cafe,” You looks down at your watch, the numbers staring up at you. 

Your shift doesn’t start for another ten minutes. Most of the time you show up late, rarely ever on the dot. So to be early, well something must be up. 

Even this morning felt odd in terms of routine. You didn’t throw your clock against the door of the room. You didn’t have to spend half an hour hyping yourself up. No you only had to spend 20 minutes. 

It was almost as though you wanted to get up. You wanted to step foot out of your bed. You wanted to go to work. Something was up with you, and you couldn’t figure out what. 

Yet, you hadn’t the time to figure it out, for at your comment the eyepatched man walked closer to the door. Ran his finger over the key hole. Before sighing and shaking his head. 

“I’m afraid that it won’t be possible to pick pocket this lock,” he says shaking his head. His voice solemn. “No this is a special lock that requires a key infused with the souls of ignorant workers to open,” 

You stare at him for a moment. Rather lost on what he was saying. He shook his head as he stares wistfully at the lock. Sighing as he soon steps away. 

“I don’t think a key like that exists,” You say gently. Afraid of potentially offending this man. Yet, said man began shaking his head at your statement. 

“Well it must,” his finger lifts up to the eyepatch on his right eye. A small smile playing on his features. “The ancient Chinese spirit in my eye told me so,”

If anyone else had said this to you, you would of probably stared in digust. However, he said it with so much passion. His visible eye widening as his finger taps the bottom of the eyepatch. He looked far to earnest to ever lie. He’s much too much of a gentlemen. Right?

So, you instead looked concerned. You nod your head slowly at his points. Trying to make it sense in your head. Maybe this is why Kotoha never let you have the keys. 

“Ah I never introduced myself have I?” The man said standing up straight. His green Furin jacket shining in the light. “My name is Leonardo di Caprico, pleasure to meet you” 

Huh? You stare at the man who has now deemed himself Leonardo in confusion. Was his name not Suo? Did you perhaps confused him with someone else? He’s a foreigner? Oh what are some English phrases you learnt from at school? 

“Suo, stop lying to people about your name,” 

Your head turned to face the new comer. Kotoha. Her hand on her hip, as her fingers dangle the cursed keys. She rolls her brown eyes as she walks towards the doors. Unlocking it as she looks at the guy besides you.

“Am I lying?” His smile turns into a a face of innocents. Aloofness even. His head tilts to the right as he looks towards you. “Am I lying if that’s the truth?”

“I’m pretty sure this key doesn’t have cursed spirits in it Suo,” 

“It could”

Kotoha shakes her head in exasperation, before opening the cafe doors. She looks with a sincere smile. Nodding softly before heading in. Suo following in suit. 

Yet, you stood still for a moment, taking in the situation. Taking in what had happened. Taking in him. A small smile broke out on your face. 

So, that’s Suo Hayato. 

You soon find yourself walking into the cafe. Making a cup of tea that soon joined part of your daily routine. For, without either of your realizing, you both had became a part of the others lives. 

First, you’d both appear before Pothos before opening hours. Where Suo would spout nonsense only to smile at your naivety. Before you both spent the early hours of the day talking over some steaming tea. 

Then came walking to school together. As the clock clicks down to the start of school, it became frequent for Suo to walk with you to your school, before leaving for Furin. It was odd, Furin was on the opposite side of the area, yet you appreciate the sentiment. 

Soon, you both were texting eachother nonstop. Even thought you’d never even seen him touch his phone around him, your phone was always buzzing with messages. Your notifications filled of him. 

So it was only reasonable when you both had soon go on a date. Then two, then three. It only felt right. 

Of course it felt right. Suo was something words couldn’t explain. You didn’t know a single thing about him, yet you could talk about him for years. He never told you anything about his past, yet it felt as though you understood it. He lied about himself more than he told the truth, yet you knew who he was. 

He was someone who hated Natto but loved tea cakes. He was someone who hid his horrible drawings and art skills by sheepishly smiling. He was someone who was always there for you no matter what. He was Suo. 

You cared about him, whoever he was. 

For, he was fun. He gave colour to a monochrome painting of your life. He was unpredictable in a way that felt safe. He never was one to judge. He never looked at you with malice. Only harmless lies and praises fell from his lips. 

He made getting out of bed faster. No longer did you dread showing up to Pothos on a cold morning. Instead you felt yourself walking, running even, to go see that sweet smile once more. 

The subtle ache in your legs feel like nothing as your feet fall into a quiet rhythm. The mere idea of seeing him again allows you to walk past the once gray streets with a small bounce. The corner of your lips begin to lift as the familiar building of Pothos comes into view. Your feet slowing down as you scan to look for him. 

Only to see nothing.

Your throat seems to go dry as you look to the left, then to the right. Perhaps he was running a bit late? Yes, that’s a reasonable answer. You lean your head against the wall of Pothos as you watch the empty streets. Where nothing more than a gust of wind passes by. 

Your fingers wrap themselves around your wrist, as they slowly pinch your skin. The pain that followed only made you frown. Your eyebrows knit as you stare at the grey path beneath your feet. Your lips pursing together. 

He might have taken a wrong turn. He might have overslept. Or maybe he’s sick? No he can’t be sick otherwise he’d message you. 

You sigh at the thought of his messages. Or lack there of. The only thing that you see as your turn your phone is your familiar background. Your hands squeeze around the phone and you open up your messages. Sending a quick ‘are you ok’ message, that is left on delivered. 

You tilt your head back in defeat as you shut your eyes. It’s ok. It’s fine. It’s all going to be alright. Suo is capable of taking care of himself. He is ok. He is fine. He is going to be alright. 

Now the only question is if your predicting the future or deluding yourself. 

You slowly sink down until your knees are bent and your close to the ground. Your smile long forgotten as you watch the seconds on your watch tick by. Every moment moving painfully slow as you start to feel more worry.

Your eyes soon catch a line of ants moving across the pavement. You watch each one walk in perfect sync. The type of precision only achieved after years of practice. How would one of those ants react if one of them were to go missing? Would they continue their solemn march or would their entire world fall apart? 

“What’s up with you?” 

You look up only to be met with Kotoha’s looming figure. Her shadow walking past you as she goes to unlock the the cafe’s door. You sigh before pushing yourself off the ground. Only to drag yourself towards hell that is your job. 

“Where’s Suo?” Kotoha asks as she begins preparing the kitchen. You find yourself situated on a nearby bar stool as you try to come up with an answer. Only to wind up with nothing. 

“I don’t know,” You admit, leaning against table. Your eyes flutter closed as you could feel your heartbeat through the wood. A silent thump of worry. 

“Maybe he has patrol?” Kotoha asks, looking at your retracted figure with a worried gaze. She sighs as you slowly shake your head. 

“No he only has it in the afternoon,” 

“Maybe then he is meeting with some other Furin boys?” Once more you shake your head at her question. Your hands clenching against your knee in frustration. 

“No, the other boys are probably asleep,”

“Maybe he’s sick?” At this your mouth opens to counter argue, yet nothing comes out. He could be sick. Maybe he is resting and not checking his phone? 

Yet, it doesn’t sit right with you. It feels wrong to assume he’s just sick. It feels wrong to assume he’d let that stop him. It feels wrong to assume he’s asleep at home. 

Yet, it’s more logical to assume he’s asleep rather than to keep worrying. So, you stay silent. Quietly staring at the door. Praying for a certain knock to appear. 

It’s so weird to long for someone. You’ve spent years alone, so why does this alone sound so much more terrifying? A future without Suo doesn’t sound much like a future at all. Sure you had a lover now, but also means you have someone to lose. 

Perhaps that’s why you couldn’t find a reason to get up from the bar stool. Perhaps that’s why you couldn’t bring yourself to school. Perhaps that’s why, the second the final bell ring you ran to Furin. 

You ran as though you were a starved man presented with food. You ran as though you were given the keys to heaven. You ran as though Suo was standing at the other side. 

Your legs kept running as your bag bounced of your shoulder. The sunlight burning against your face as you kept pushing through. You had to keep running. Despite the weather, your ability to, your motivation. You must.

Because if everything is alright, he would be there at Furin. If everything was alright? He would smile at your appearance and slowly take hold of your hand. If everything was alright, you’d see him smile again. 

That was when you realized you were crying. Tears streaming down your face as you pushed through. Breathes turned into sobs. Pain tainted your very being. 

For you finally realized why those days seemed so much easier to live through. Why you could get out of bed. Why you didn’t dread the idea of people anymore. 

It was because you loved him.

Love. What a terrifying emotion. It hurts when you have it and it hurts when you had. Unfortunately for you, love seemed to begin to run the second you got comfortable with it. Leaving you falling behind.

“Kotoha, I miss him”

“I know”

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[fugosuobito]

I need a filler episode of windbreaker that is made in the style of the kakashi mask reveal episodes from naruto but with suos eyepatch, like them doing insane silly things to try and get Suo to take off his eyepatch so they can see what’s really underneath and the reveal is just another eye patch

[fvck-the-rest]

Pretending to be your bf to get you out of trouble

Suo x GN! reader

word count: 669

/warnings/: none - reader is a blushing mess and suo is a sweetheart

/summary/ walking home in the dark is not one of you best ideas,but suo is here to save the night!

Walking home after being out with your friends most of the day by yourself is not one of your smartest movies. You were not in the safest of places to be walking by yourself in the dark, it wasn’t too far of a walk for you at least and you know most of the alleyways and whether you could cut through them or not. But maybe it would not have hurt to call Umei or Tsubaki to come and walk you home just to be safe.

You weren’t sure how long ago they started following you, but after ten minutes and one to many turns, you were certain they were just waiting for you to get someone less lighted to grab you. Too nervous to take out your phone to call anyone, you keep your eyes out in front of you and walk a little quicker, hoping they will get off your tail soon.

“Hey y/f/n!” Hearing someone yell your name makes you stop in your trackers and turn to the other side of the street where Suo was waving at you while crossing the road.

“Sorry I’m late, I had a few things to take care of that took me longer than they should have. I’ll make it up to you later I promise." he was not standing beside you when he continued in a hushed voice right next to your ear "Give me your hand."

"What? Why?", trying to keep your voice low, the group was still walking in your direction and didn’t want them to hear you. 

"I want them to think we are dating,  now give me your hand before they start suspecting something is wrong.” You slowly took his hand into yours, with a bright blush to go with it.

He took your hand and brought it up his arm, bending it so your hand rested in his elbow and starting walking you to your house. The group stopped where they were and turned down some dead end ally, defeated by your knight of the night. 

“You know you shouldn’t be walking alone at this hour. What if something happened to you or if they decided not to wait so long to act?” He looked over at you and stopped walking,still keeping your hand where he had placed it. “Next time, let me know that you don’t have anyone to walk with and I will be more than happy to take you home. You need to be more careful.”

“Sorry Suo, next time I’ll call someone. I didn’t think we were going to be out so late and thought I would be okay by myself.”, keeping your head down, trying not to let him know that your face was bright red at his manners. 

The rest of the walk was silent, but a comfortable one. It was nice to have someone walk with you, so used to being alone. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize when you reached your home. 

“I believe we are here.” he turned to face you, letting you hand out of his elbow but still holding onto it,waiting for you to let go first. 

“Thank you again Suo, is there anything I can do for you in return? You didn’t have to go out of your way to walk me home, you know.” Standing there waiting for a replay, nervous of what he might ask for- if anything. 

“Well if you insist on paying me back, how about tomorrow night I talk you out to dinner and have a more formal date?” He gave you a comforting chuckle and rubbed your hand, “I think that is more than fair? Don’t you?” 

Now, if you weren’t red before you are now. Being in a panic over what he asked, you pulled your hand back and a quick “Yes,yes, that's fair, I’ll see you tomorrow then” before running off inside before you exploded with excitement and nervousness. 

Tomorrow couldn’t come quick enough for either of you.

A/N thank you for reading!!

[marla-consumes-media]

suo hayato is genuinely such an interesting character. if he was real and i met him i would throw myself off a cliff

[inanoatelier]

old art again

[moments-in-film]

𝒪𝒽, 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝑒🧣🍂🍒🪭