“Five things to do before you get out of bed. 1- Express gratitude. 2- Set your intentions for the day. 3- Take five long deep breaths in & out. 4- Smile for no reason just flex the muscle. 5- Forgive yourself for yesterdays mistakes.”
(gn!reader) | iwaizumi, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, suna, sakusa
note from nia: my classes got moved online until the end of february so i will live vicariously through my own writing! </3 (not proofread lolol)
✧* IWAIZUMI bumps into you after leaving the gym causing your notebooks to fall and drink to spill. he mutters a curse before apologizing and bending down, offering to buy you something at the café nearby that he likes. your hands brush against each other while you reach for the same stray paper, and if you weren't so flustered maybe you would have noticed the pink dusting his own cheeks. he makes small talk on your way there, asking for your name and where you were headed, telling you about his classes and how his workout went. he pays for your drink and seems unsure of what to do after handing it to you. having mercy (and not wanting to take up more of his time), you thank him and he offers another apology before starting to leave. when you joke and say "hope you don't run into anybody else. don't want to spend more money, do you?" he blinks before laughing, "yeah, guess so. wasn't too bad meeting you, though." you can't help walking by the gym the next day, hoping to catch him on his way out again.
✧* BOKUTO isn't hard to spot at the main quad. it's the beginning of the year club fair and he's charming everyone who walks by, despite any lack of initial interest. you aren't an exception, you realize, when he spots you and flashes a big grin, "hey! d'you wanna hear about the volleyball club?" he tells you the basics and boasts about how good they are, how hard he's been training himself. he even offers to spike a ball for you, backing up into a bigger area with another player. everyone around claps after he hits the ball with ease, but he turns to you for your reaction first. his friend pokes him, a signal that he's been talking to you long enough, and he pouts a little before realizing he did have a job to do. "i—we'd love to see you at tryouts!" he says. when you show up, maybe not for the club, but to see a specific white and black haired player, the same smile reaches his face as he jogs over. you're not sure if his flushed face is because of warm-ups or something else.
✧* AKAASHI is the well-dressed guy sitting by the window of a coffee shop, notes strewn in front of him and fingers typing away. he looks away from his screen and stretches, finally taking a break. as he glances around, he can't help but make eye contact with somebody at the table in front of him. his face flushes as you turn away and he decides the people walking outside are more interesting. but after a dozen more glances, a few close calls of being caught, 20 minutes of overthinking, and a text from his friend saying "GO TALK TO THEM!!! >:(", he starts shifting to get out of his seat—all before his heart drop as he watches you get up to leave. he keeps coming back, about to accept he'll never have another chance until he spots you a few days later. when you get back from a washroom break you notice a sticky note next to your drink with a phone number, user, and smiley face scribbled down. you look around and see the same cute guy from before watching your reaction, blushing then scribbling notes down a few seats away.
✧* ATSUMU is the guy who sneaks into class just late enough to have missed the first slide of notes, sliding into the empty seat next to you. he wouldn't have been so loud if it wasn't just the prof speaking, his noisy jacket, and backpack hitting the floor. he sheepishly taps on your desk to get your attention, holding a laptop charger for you to plug in. you think that'll be your last interaction for a while until you watch him start up a game (valorant, probably) and take out a bag of gummies. he's chewing on one when he notices you looking from the corner of his eye and he turns the bag so you can grab one. you spend the rest of the lecture switching between trying to pay attention to the professor and holding in your laugh as he dies again. he sends a joking glare your way and hastily switches to a tab to write "do YOU wanna try then??" in the search bar. you're pretty sure everyone around you turned when he snorts at your panicked rejection. after class ends and you pass his charger, he doesn't forget to turn around and say "see ya next class!"
✧* SUNA replies to your question in the class discord about a project due date. he makes a comment about the prof's bad teaching style in the safest way possible to avoid getting in trouble, sending a friend request after you laugh and agree. as soon as you accept, he dm's and says "our prof is complete ass lmao." instead of dropping the class you make a deal to stay and get a good grade purely out of spite—the loser would buy lunch at the end of the semester. you become each other's class life lines. the semester's filled with complaining, loopy 2am conversations, working through questions, secret looks when the prof said something incoherent, and high-fives. the first time you decide to sit together, you didn't expect him to be that attractive when he poked your shoulder and you turned around, though you can't really complain. he sends "😐🖕" when you get your final grades then immediately asks when to meet up. you have a sneaking feeling he tried harder with his outfit than usual, but he just teasingly sighs, "i guess i owe you a lunch?"
✧* SAKUSA sits alone at the last table with free seats in the library during finals season. he watches you pace around, trying to find an empty spot with no luck. he stares until you look in his direction then moves his things out of the way for you to take a seat diagonal from him—it's far enough that you won't bother each other, he thinks. you whisper a small "thank you" while placing your things down and he nods before returning to his project. his thought was proven to be wrong three times. once when you excuse yourself to plug in your phone by the port next to him, another time when his pencil accidentally rolls against your things and he mutters an apology, and a third when you both look up and at each other at the same time. you offer an awkward but sincere smile, and his eyes widen before he clears his throat and looks away. despite it all, he's at the same table the next day, and he moves his things again when you walk towards him.
the reason why i'm so intrigued w the haitani brothers is that they are literally the definition of coming, serving cunt and refusing to die. they barely have personalities and have no real connection to the protagonist. plot irrelevant, even. do they even fit the category of antagonists? you could completely remove them from the story and it wouldn't make any significant effect to the plot. yet i love every single headcanon this fandom has of them. so they're rich kids who were neglected by their parents and wear expensive designer clothes? makes sense. they're bored and jobless? yeah relatable. there's a possible codependency on rindou's side? maybe so. ran being a doting older brother? at this point it might be canon. committed their first murder at the young age of 13? canon and iconic. ran might die protecting rindou and rindou will be all alone because ran is the only one he has? hey what the fuck lets not go there. but anyways. one thing we know for sure is that the role of their characters in the manga is to show up, serve looks, do weird poses, beat the shit out of people and break bones, leave or get arrested. the reason why they're so popular among the fandom is merely pretty privilege and i'm not even saying this in a bad way. they're so embarrassing. i am not immune to them. i want to study them under the microscope
“I’m pissed off. I’m pissed that amazing people are suicidal. I’m pissed that kids get cancer. I’m pissed that poor people can’t afford college. I’m pissed that soulmates don’t end up together. I’m pissed that people lie. I’m pissed that no one cares about the earth. I’m pissed that people are fake as fuck. I’m mad because this world is so fucked up and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
— just a cute expansion to the end of my previous suna drabble (but can also be read as a standalone). tbh, my baby fever made me write this.
tw: pregnancy
the apartment is quiet when suna steps inside. he carefully shuts the door behind him, dropping his keys into the bowl and slipping off his shoes before padding further inside.
a quick trip to the kitchen to grab a glass of water confirms that the dishes have been done, the counters wiped, and the leftovers from dinner neatly stored away. you must have already turned in for the night, but not without doing the things you’d been snapping at him for not doing earlier.
it admittedly makes him chuckle a little, imagining you passive-aggressively scrubbing at the plates while wearing that adorable pout of yours.
you’ve been like this lately— emotional, irritable, a touch mean. suna’s not an idiot, he knows what these things could be symptoms of, but hadn’t really given it much thought until he’d awoken to you bolting out of bed to spill your guts into the toilet at five this morning.
he knows you’re not an idiot either, but you haven’t said anything about it yet, attributing your symptoms to work stress. so he’s just been walking on eggshells, trying to find the right time and place to very delicately broach the subject.
suna’s friends all had kids or were expecting, and he’d caught your gaze softening at the sight of kita’s cake-covered two year old, seen the way you smiled down at a little fox-printed onesie before wrapping it for aran’s baby shower. both times, his heart ached because he could tell that you wanted it. wanted to host themed birthday parties and fold tiny onesies.
and he wanted to give that to you so badly. wanted to drop money on a birthday party that a two year old probably wouldn’t remember, and fill a dresser with onesies a baby would grow out of in a matter of weeks.
so the two of you had stopped using contraception, saying whatever happened, happened.
suna pauses at the door of your bedroom, wondering if that deep pout is still on your pretty face. wondering if you’re still mad that he didn’t do the dishes like you’d insisted you told him to (he was still adamant that you hadn’t).
he wonders why you haven’t said anything, and what it means.
but he’ll never know what you’re feeling if he doesn’t ask, so he takes a deep breath and slips into the room.
one lamp is on, casting a warm, cozy glow around the room. your clothes are in a heap on the floor, just inches from the hamper (you’d never let him get away with that, but he picks your clothes up and doesn’t say a word about it because he’s a good husband).
you’re curled up on his side of the bed, hair splayed across his pillow. your breathing is slow, even— you’re not crying then, that’s a good sign.
so he walks around to where you are, placing the glass of water on the nightstand, and the white paper bag from his trip to the drugstore on the floor.
he quietly drops to his knees, resting his chin on the edge of the bed so the two of you are face to face. your eyes are droopy, but open, and they fix on him.
“hey,” he whispers, offering you a small, half-smile as he places a hand on the curve of your waist. you’re wearing one of his old t-shirts, one he’d been looking for, actually. “in bed already? it’s only nine.”
“i just feel really tired,” you murmur (another symptom, according to google). a guilty look falls over your face, and after a moment you add, “’m sorry, rin. i shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
“it’s okay,” he assures you quietly, his hand drifting from your waist, lacing his fingers with yours and pressing his lips to the back of your hand. “i know you were just being a brat.”
you smile a little sadly, and suna leans forward, placing a lingering kiss to the space between your brows. he draws back when he feels it crease, frowning slightly. “hey, what’s wrong?”
you sniffle a little, using the back of his hand to wipe away some snot (he doesn’t even complain, if you’re ever doubting how much he loves you).
“i think i’m pregnant.”
suna blinks. should he act surprised?
you prop yourself up on your elbow. “…you already know, don’t you?”
“you cried when i got blocked during the jackals game a few days ago. usually you just laugh at me.”
you smack his shoulder lightly, tears prickling the corner of your eyes. “you tried so hard, but fucking atsumu—”
he clicks his tongue, smirking a little as he uses his thumb to rub away some stray tears. “i agree, but do you see what i mean? why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
you avert your gaze, hesitating. “i wasn’t…wasn’t sure how you’d react. we’ve both been really busy with my promotion and you in the middle of the season, so it didn’t seem like a good time—”
suna hauls himself up onto the edge of the bed, gently grasping the back of your neck and forcing you to look at him. “hey. this is what we talked about, right? well, it happened, and i couldn’t be happier. but if it’s not what you want right now—”
“of course i do,” you laugh, nudging your forehead against his. “but we need to make sure first before we start picking names or nursery colours.”
suna reaches down to grasp the paper bag, dumping its contents onto the bed. he pushes the glass of water into your hand, nodding his head towards the bathroom. “let’s make sure, then.”
sometimes, you wished that you could say your first meeting with suna was something romantic.
in an ideal recreation of that fateful day in high school, you’d have bumped into him in the hall, and he’d have said something charming and maybe offered to carry your bag. or maybe he’d have kabedoned you against the lockers, and whispered some cheesy one liner that’d made your knees weak.
but, no, real life is not a shoujo manga, and the first time you’d met suna, you’d been crying in the boys’ restroom.
your first meeting with your future husband— and it’d happened in a cramped stall in front of a row of urinals.
it’d been humiliating, to say the least. but it’d been your first day in a new high school, you couldn’t find your first class, and before you knew it, fifteen minutes had passed. so you’d run - teary eyed and overwhelmed in a way only a 16 year old could be over something so trivial - into the nearest doorway to escape the empty hall.
and suna had just needed to pee, goddamnit. he’d walked into the restroom armed with a hallpass, scrolling idly on his phone when he’d heard your poorly muffled sniffles.
he could have backed out, could have let you go through this coming of age, Teenage Angst moment in private, but the only other boys restroom was at the opposite end of the school, and that was just too far and it was far too early in the morning to make that trek.
you probably hadn’t heard him come in, hence the reason the stall you were sitting in still had its door wide open, and he’d seen you sitting on the floor, knees drawn to your chest, chin resting atop your knees.
he hadn’t really known what to say. he hardly thinks you’d want to be asked if you’re okay, or why you’re crying. in his experience, asking someone either of those things only made them more upset.
but he still needed to piss, and he couldn’t just go with you crying on the floor behind him. that would have been weird. so he’d knocked on the side of the stall and said,
“uh, this is the boys’ restroom.”
your watery gaze snapped up to meet his, voice trembling as you’d croaked, “oh.”
then your bottom lip had started to tremble, lashes wet with another round of tears.
he’s still not sure what had prompted him to ask, but he had anyway. “are you hurt?”
“no!” you hadn’t looked at him, pushing the heels of your hands to your eyes as you drew a shaky breath. “it’s my first day and i can’t— i can’t find my class.”
he’d sympathized, oddly, because just a few days prior, he’d been in your shoes. well, he hadn’t been caught crying in the girl’s bathroom, but you get the point.
so he’d sighed, slid his phone into his pocket, and held out his hand. “show me your schedule.”
you’d looked unsure at first, but eventually reached into the pocket of your blazer, producing a folded-up schedule. suna glanced over it, clicking his tongue.
“we have the same first period. you can walk back with me.”
you looked like you were trying to smile, but all that’d come out was a choked sob, and suna fished a handkerchief out of his pocket, handing it to you.
“thank you,” you’d sniffed, mopping up the mess on your face. “god— i must look so stupid.”
he’d shrugged, hands stuffed into his pockets. “kind of.”
you’d let out a half-sob, half-laugh, dropping the handkerchief in your lap in favour of pushing a few damp strands of hair from your face. “then i need to clean up a bit first.”
and for some reason, suna had held out a hand, helping haul you to your feet. “can you do it in the girl’s restroom? i still need to…” his gaze flicked to the urinals, and your eyes widened.
“oh, right! sorry.”
he’d chuckled as you’d hurried out, the corners of his lips curling slightly.
he (finally) got to do his business, stepping out of the restroom to find you anxiously leaned against the wall. he’d nodded his head in the direction of the classroom, and you’d adjusted the straps of you bag, following.
“glad to see you didn’t get lost on your way to the restroom. or else you’d probably be crying in the janitor’s closet,” he’d teased, earning himself a playful shove from you that’d actually made him laugh.
“too soon!”
it was safe to say that he’d been stuck with you after that. he’d walked you to that first class, and every class you’d have after, until you both had graduated.
so, yeah, sometimes you wished that your first meeting with suna could have been a little more romantic. but that day, you’d met your best friend. your husband.
so, in a way, you supposed it makes sense that this huge milestone occur in a bathroom, too. except it’s not in inarizaki, there are no urinals, and this time you’re not at all upset.
this time, you’re clutching a stick with two little pink lines, and rin’s sitting on the floor, crying with you too.
weak dates, roommates, and bad fanfiction takes | suna rintarou
synopsis; suna picks you up after a dull date and as he drives you back home, you engage in a conversation about fanfics.
pairing; suna x gn!reader
genre; drabble, friends to lovers, roommate au
warnings; none
a/n; probably one of my fav suna fics so far >< it was actually inspired by one of @arquitecturadelanada's posts hehe, hope you guys enjoy it!
also no hate to wattpad users lmao, i too am guilty of reading that shit like the bible so i have no room to speak tbh
That clock must be wrong, you thought to yourself as your eyes once again flitted to the large, ornate clock displayed at the back of the restaurant. The arms indicated that it was barely past past nine, which felt oddly deceptive seeing as you had only just finished up the last of your starter. What a let down— only an hour in, and you could already sense that the date was going to be your last.
The man with which you were dining was by no means a bad guy. In fact, as the evening progressed you had come to find that he was very polite, and... Well that was it, just polite and overall very straight-laced to the point where talking with him felt more like a business meeting than an actual date. Then again, maybe that was just his vibe? He definitely seemed like a prim and proper kind of guy, and that suspicion was all but confirmed based off the breathtaking, high-end restaurant he had taken you to. It was one you had on your radar for a while actually, one that you and your friends had discussed potentially visiting once you had all graduated to treat yourselves. So, when your date pulled up in front of the three story, rooftop-seating-included, chandelier lit, gourmet food serving establishment, you almost choked on your own saliva.
But alas, other than the gorgeous venue and delicious food that you thoroughly enjoyed, you were sad to admit that there was a lack of sparks between you and your date. You were miles apart, but it was okay. You were glad to say you tried.
At least now you'd have something to brag about to your roommate.
*
Your meal ended after another glass of champagne that you dare'nt imagine the price of, and you were elated at the prospect of your date taking well to the fact that you just wanted to remain as friends. (Of course, things were unlikely to play out that way, but it still felt like the polite thing to say).
Then, after paying up you stepped outside into the cold, winter air, noticing your phone light up with a notification just as you were about to check the time.
From: Sunarin <3
how'd it go? smash or pass?
You :
sadly, pass. wasn't feelin it
Sunarin <3
ah
that sucks
want me to pick you up? im driving through town now
You :
hold that thought
Pocketing your phone, you turned to your date before he could lead you to his car.
"Hey, is it alright if we part ways here? I actually have somewhere to go before heading home." You hoped you didn't sound suspicious as you said this, but you were relieved when all your date did was smile, nodding at your request.
"Of course. Stay safe, and thank you for the lovely evening."
"Thank you. Drive safely." Smiling back, you waved as your date nodded his head before turning back towards his car. You waited until he was out of sight before pulling your phone back out and texting Suna, sending him your location.
You snorted when all he responded was: "the fuck?".
*
It only takes a few minutes before you see Suna walking up the street, jerking his head for you to follow him. As you do, you can't help but giggle as he gives you a disbelieving look.
"Don't tell me he took you in there?" He says, his eyebrows raised as he nods his head in direction of the fancy building you had been standing in front of.
You turn you nose up and flick your hair at his question. "Yup."
"Jesus Christ," is all he says, making you chuckle. He stuffs his hands into his pockets as he leads you towards the dark car park around the corner. "He must have really liked you," he says, his eyes momentarily flitting over your face.
"That, or he's really frickin' loaded," you offer kind of offhandedly, not really sure on how to answer otherwise.
Beside you, you could hear Suna snigger. "Sure you don't wanna see him again, then?"
You scoff before lightly shoving his shoulder at the insinuation, an action which he barely reacts to, save for the smirk on his face. "Hey, I ain't no gold digger," you huff. "As I said, I just wasn't feeling it."
That's when you begin relaying the last few hours of your evening to him, explaining the lack of interest you seemingly had in each other and how you didn't wish to go on another date. Meanwhile, Suna hums along to your story, his voice deceptively disinterested but you've grown to know better. Truth is he's always listening, attentively in a way that he's subconsciously reserved for you.
"So yeah, that pretty much sums up my evening," you sigh, thankful when Suna's car finally comes into view, excited to finally taste some warmth. Admittedly it was kind of cold in the restaurant and outside was no better, the dry cold of November pinching at your skin and causing goosebumps to form on your bare arms. Perhaps a jacket would've been wise, after all...
Just as the thought crosses your mind you feel Suna wordelessly drape his across your shoulders before fishing his keys out from his jacket.
"Ah well. You win some, you lose some," he says, the sound of the car unlocking sounding throughout the carpark. You thank him as he reflexively opens your door on the way to his, and immediately you shudder as you sink down into the cold, leather seat, snuggling further into Suna's thick hoodie, its scent warm and familiar.
"For now I think I'll just stick to anime guys," you sigh.
Switching on the heating, Suna huffs out a laugh at your sarcasm. "Sounds like an Ao3 and Wattpad kind of night to me."
You scrunch your nose up at the latter option. "Ew, Suna, have some class. At least say Tumblr if you're gonna go down that route." You laugh as Suna raises one hand up in defense before resting it atop the gearstick, fiddling with it briefly before deftly reversing out of his spot.
Confessedly, it takes you a lot not to stare at his current form, one arm hooked around the back of your chair, his face illuminated by the dim streetlights, making him look all the more alluring. You've always thought Suna was attractive no matter the time of day, but something about seeing him basked in obscurity affected you differently. Perhaps it just fit his whole brooding vibe he had going on (which you knew was nothing more than an aesthetic, but still).
"Didn't know I was speaking with a fanfiction elitist," he snorts, eventually leaning back in his seat as he begins crusing down the highway back to your apartment. "If I'd have known I would've brought up the OG: Fanfiction.Net."
The mention of said website rouses you from any of your Suna-related thoughts and causes a gasp to fall from your mouth, having completely forgotten about its existence. In their place, memories of reading fanfics late into a school night come flooding back to your mind and you're pleasantly surprised when you catch Suna smirking to himself at having caught you off guard, seemingly content as you spin on your seat to face him, eyes bright with curiosity.
"You know about that??"
"Maybe."
This time, you straight up let your jaw drop into a goofy smile as Suna playfully drawls out his response. It may be dark inside his car but even in the obscurity you can make out his complacent expression. You're shamelessly excited and unbeknownst to him he had just dug himself a hole ready to be filled with a mountain of questions on your part, now extremely invested in this unexpected discovery.
"Does that mean you used to read fanfics, too? C'mon spill. I wanna know your taste. Were they reader inserts? Please tell me they were reader inserts—"
"They were not reader inserts."
"Aw, bummer." Laughing, Suna shakes his head at your eargerness, a look of subtle amusement playing on his features before he adds:
"I wasn't that desperate."
You gasp at the jab and pinch his forearm, eliciting a hiss from the brunette before he retaliates by catching your hand with his and pinning it against the center console.
Seizing this opportunity, you decide to interlace your fingers with his, mainly to see how he'd respond, only to smile when he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.
"Alright then. So you used to read stuff between the actual characters from the show?"
"Mhmm. It was actually a girl from my class who got me into it. It was alright— made for a good time killer."
You could all but nod at his words, enjoying this conversation way more than you'd like to admit. "And? What about your tastes? What kind of AU's did you like?"
For a moment, you feel Suna tapping his finger against yours as he mulls over his answer, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Curiosity bubbles inside your stomach as you watch Suna formulate his answer, not expecting it to hit so close to home.
"Would you believed me if I said roommate AUs?"
You freeze. Okay, so his answer hadn't necessarily meant what you thought it did. It was just a coincidence that you happen to be under those exact same circumstances with the man that was currently driving you home. Even so, you couldn't help the butterflies that formed in your stomach the moment he uttered those words, nor could you prevent the blush creeping up to your cheeks at the idea you thought he could be implying.
"What makes you say that?" You venture, praying that he couldn't notice how clammy your hands were getting being held beneath his. It irks you how all of a sudden you could only focus on the way your fingers fit so casually together, now hyperaware of the feeling of his hand enveloping yours. What makes you even more flustered is the way he begins tapping on your fingers again, like he had somehow read your thoughts and wanted to bring even more attention to the contact between the both of you.
"I don't know. Maybe it's the build-up?" You listen carefully as he begins his explanation, hanging off his every word. "Or," he adds, his voice lowering into a teasing drawl. "Maybe it's the way your face went bright red as I said it. That was very cute of you, by the way."
"..."
This.
Freakin'.
Guy.
The speed at which you retract your hand from Suna's in order to mask the now crimson shade of red spreading across your face is comical. If it weren't for him driving, you would've most definitely given him a beating, instead settling for a snappy punch to his shoulder.
Suna's laughter rings out inside his car, the rare and bright sound doing little to quell your embarassement.
"You tricked me!"
During your little back and forth, you hadn't even realised Suna had already pulled up in your apartment building's parking lot, too focused on the coy pull of his lips as he unbuckles the clasp to his seatbelt.
"Trick you? Me?" You roll your eyes as Suna's deadpan voice tries feigning ignorance, deciding that the look doesn't suit him in the slightest. "Never." He jests, only to swiftly flick your nose before you could retort anything back.
"'Maybe it's the build-up', he says." You huff to yourself as you climb out of Suna's car. He may or may not have been joking, nonetheless as you walk behind your roommate with a tight feeling in your chest, you can't help but wonder just how long your build-up will be until the day he finally realises your feelings.
“pretty baby,” he coos sweetly into your shoulder, humming softly to himself before nuzzling into the crook of your neck. the action startles a soft laugh from you, to which his smile widens to an almost comical size. “so pretty,” he murmurs, and softly mumbles a boop! when he gently taps your nose.
suna rintaro is drunk. not often do you see him like this, the noirette opting for nursing a beer or two, but it had been inarizaki’s ten year reunion that night, and well. things fell together, and an amused atsumu, peeved osamu, tired aran, and ever-so-polite kita delivers your wasted husband to your doorstep with enough commotion to wake up the neighborhood.
(‘he’s been askin’ for ya all night’, osamu reveals to you with an irritated yet fond sigh, and only huffs a laugh when a smile spreads across your lips. ‘wouldn’t shut up the entire ride back.’
‘guess he really loves me, then’, you muse, and you can hear atsumu snicker from where aran is trying to set suna on the couch without him sliding off.
‘a simp!’ the blond twin crows, and osamu rolls his eyes.
‘at least he has someone.’
‘take that back!’)
now he’s draped his entire body weight in you, switching between mumbling to himself in soft slurs and staring at you in abashed awe, the latter proving to be much more comical to watch. normally quiet - at least, in terms of favoring to be cool, collected, and suave - you witness his intense fascination with the color of your eyes with giggles plaguing you as his elation increases more and more at the sound of it.
“your eyes are pretty.”
“thank you, rin—”
“no, really, they’re really pretty.”
“thank y—”
“i hope our kids get your eyes.” the last comment renders you speechless, hues widening as his words circle in your head. i hope our kids get your eyes. that meant he’d thought about kids in your future, together. drunken words were the unspoken truth after all, and the thought of sharing a family with him is all you can think about.
mumbling tampering off the silence, you look down to see that he’s drifted off into peaceful slumber, cheek smushed against your chest as his expression contorts into one of bliss. chuckling quietly to yourself, you shift a bit to get comfortable, opting to close your eyes as well.
you tilted your head, staring at suna who continued to scroll through his phone nonchalantly.
“fever?”
he glanced up at you, eyes portraying an obvious deadpan. “fever.”
you frowned. “and what do you want me to do about it?”
“touch my forehead.” suna shrugged. his straightforwardness caused your heart to palpitate slightly faster, as you trained your gaze groundward.
“don't you have any thermometers?”
“they're all broken.”
“all of them?”
“all of them.”
you bit the inside of your cheek. “but-”
“no one’s gonna see us,” he added.
you sighed before leaning forward. “fine.”
gently, you pressed the back of your hand to his forehead, eyebrows furrowing together when his temperature seemed perfectly fine. you retracted your hand back and smacked his forehead once more. still nothing.
“your temperature’s fi-”
“that's not how you do it.”
you stared at suna irritatedly. “then how?”
“okaa-san used to put her forehead against mine.” suna demonstrated by pointing at his forehead.
you narrowed your eyes. “and how will that help?”
suna smirked triumphantly. “mother knows best.”
you bit the inside of your cheek, hesitating slightly, before leaning in, gently knocking your forehead against his.
you held in a breath, avoiding the intense green eyes that watched you with rapt attention, before saying, “there's still no differen-”
you never managed to finish your sentence before you felt something warm on your mouth. the curve of suna’s lips fitted perfectly against your own- a little dry, slightly chapped, but nonetheless sweet.
you pulled away seconds later, heart thumping so loud and fast you feared it would pop out of your chest. you still leaned forward again though, pressing your lips firmly against suna’s, to which he responded by wrapping his arms around your waist.
you could feel him smirking against your lips. “so i take it that you like me back?”
you pushed him away, burying your face in his chest. “shut up,” you mumbled.
you still secretly enjoyed it though. had your lungs not needed air, you would have preferably stayed in that way forever.
“and by the way,” suna added, “i was lying about the thermometers. they're all in working condition in my drawer.”
enemies to lovers with atsumu, who comes to school one day and waits for you to arrive so he can annoy you, only to find out from suna that you’re absent and sick at home. he grins and puts his feet up on the table, talking about how he can ‘finally get some peace and quiet’ ; but there’s this unpleasant feeling inside him.
it’s not even lunch time, but he finds himself so very bored, with nothing to do and no one to annoy. and then it hits him : oh, he misses you.
suna’s words come out slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol. your nose scrunches up at the scent, trying to focus on supporting his weight. an arm is slung around your shoulder, your steps are slow and staggered as you attempt to lead him to his bedroom.
“damn it, rin. told you not to drink too much.” you scold him, opening his bedroom door with a quiet grunt.
suna pays your words no attention as he puckers his lips towards you, eyes half-open, “want a kiss.”
you place him on his bed and letting the pillows catch his head. a sigh escapes your lips, giving yourself a few seconds to rest before pulling the blanket up to his chest.
suna pouts, his face still red from all the beer that coursed through his veins, “why don’t you wanna kiss me?”
with a roll of your eyes, you sit on the edge of his bed, “you’re drunk. why do you even want to kiss me?”
“because i like you.”
your mouth parts, heartbeat beginning to speed up upon hearing the words you had been dreaming of for the entirety of your friendship with him. no, this couldn’t be. there’s no way he could like you back…right?
“if i were sober,” his voice snaps you out of your train of thought, “would you reconsider?”
shaking your head, you offer him a small smile, “if you still feel this way tomorrow morning, i’ll kiss you.”
a grin stretches across his lips, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile like that. even in all the times you’ve seen him drunk. he sinks further into the pillows and pulls the blanket up to his chin, eyes finally fluttering shut.
you raise a brow, “why are you smiling like that?”
“because you’re going to kiss me tomorrow.” suna hums, excited to fall asleep. tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
from elle ! some fluff to make up for all the angst i’ve been writing >_< had a tiring day so ‘m gonna go to bed now,, i’ll come back and proofread this when I wake up byeee <3
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