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Heyo ⭑.ᐟ

I hope you’re well <3 came across your your Suna x reader fic recently. Their childhood bond is so beautiful and my heart broke when Sun-a got himself a gf (༎ຶ‿༎ຶ) but that’s life

Can i ask if there’s a new chapter soon or if you’re on a hiatus ?

Hope you don’t mind, have a pleasant day𐙚

Hellooo. Thank you so much for enjoying the fic!🥹 I apologize for being MIA lately. I recently started a new job, and it's been quite busy and draining😩 I'm still adjusting, but I'm hopeful that once things settle down, I'll be able to get back to updating regularly.

The next chapter is drafted, but it's not quite finished yet. I wanted to give you a heads-up that updates might take a bit longer than usual😣 I’m sorry for the wait and appreciate your patience! ❤️

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You, Across The Street | (a Suna Rintarou fic)

・❥・Chapter four; Year Ten (A Lesson About Life)

synopsis: At the age of five, you met the neighbor boy who lived just across the street, Suna Rintarou. As the years unfold, this story will chronicle the evolution of your friendship, year by year. But as life moves on and paths diverge, will it blossom into something more? Or will it remain a cherished bond between two childhood friends? “The lines between friendship and love often blur when you’ve known someone your entire life."

word count. 2.3k cw. childhood friends au, slow burn, middle school era, angst a/n. finally, I have time to update the story! I also have some ideas for other fics😀 Since this one is a slow burn, I'm thinking of making them too :)). Let's just see how it goes!

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The promise you both made, though born of a fleeting moment and perhaps foolish in its spontaneity, remained sincere and heartfelt. Yet, its reliability was as fragile as glass, precariously held together by the shifting sands of circumstance. As hearts are swayed by life’s changes, what once felt certain can easily fracture and slip away.

With so many uncertainties awaiting you in the future, this might just be the beginning of how your paths will diverge.

You snapped your head towards the voice that called your name. It was Rintarou.

"Yeah?" you asked, momentarily disoriented.

You glanced around, taking in the familiar sight of Rintarou’s room. Lately, you hadn’t been able to hang out with him much because of your busy schedules. But today, thankfully, you both finally managed to find some time to chill together.

He shook his head, his eyes looking at you warily. "I said, what do you think about it? Should I just ask her out?" He leaned back against the headboard of his bed, fiddling with his hands. He was uncharacteristically nervous.

You were now at the end of eighth grade. Time had flown by so quickly, and before you knew it, middle school would be over next year. So many things had changed, yet so many things had stayed the same. Yumi and Mari were still your classmates, which made you happy, and the three of you had grown even closer. You and Rintarou also still didn’t share the same class, a constant reminder of what hadn't changed.

Some things had changed, though; biology was quickly becoming your favorite subject, you had joined the science club and were completely into it, and you’d become obsessed with snapping pics on the phone you got for your birthday—thanks to Rintarou, who definitely fueled that obsession. 

Speaking of him, he’d changed too; his voice had taken on a deep, amusing tone, he kept growing taller, and his volleyball play was getting even more serious. And guess what? He’d even developed a new interest in a girl.

What did he say about having a girlfriend just two years ago?

The girl was Misaki, a fellow eighth-grader and a star player in the girls' volleyball club, which frequently interacted with the boys' team. That’s how she and Rintarou got to know each other. You’d noticed her a few times—tall, with an athletic build, and long, silky black hair that always seemed to move gracefully with her every motion, usually tied back in a practical ponytail. Her name was often on the boys’ lips, and it was no surprise. Misaki was quite the looker, combined with her warm smile and friendly demeanor that made her incredibly popular. Honestly, you had no reason to dislike her. Really. You had no reason.

You gulped and looked at him, feeling a knot tighten in your stomach. “Well, do you like her?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He crossed his arms and furrowed his brow, contemplating your question. 

“Well, if liking the way she serves the ball and spikes it, is included in ‘liking’ her, then, yes, I like her.”

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head slightly. “But what about her? Do you like her as a person?”

“She’s nice, I guess,” he replied, scratching his head. “She gave me chocolates and offered advice about my blocking technique.”

He paused, then added with a shrug, “She also has nice hair.”

You nodded slowly, agreeing to him.

You tried to justify the uncomfortable feeling in your chest as envy because your friend was about to get a girlfriend while you hadn’t. But even that justification felt off. So, you pushed the feeling to the back of your mind. This kind of emotion was new to you, and you wanted to be as supportive as possible to your friend who had always been there for you.

Forcing a smile, you nudged him playfully. “Then, what are you waiting for?”

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Rintarou had asked Misaki out on the last day of school, just before spring break, and Misaki, unsurprisingly, had accepted him with a radiant smile. She confessed that she had always liked him since the first year of middle school (something you’d suspected ever since Rintarou first mentioned her). She was over the moon, thrilled that he felt the same way.

The days that followed were anything but pleasant for you. Despite it being spring break, you found yourself watching from your window as Rintarou and Misaki went out every day. Hand in hand, they strolled through the blooming cherry blossoms, their laughter heard from your house. Rintarou had excused himself beforehand, explaining that Misaki had meticulously planned their break, so he couldn’t spend much time with you. He mentioned they wanted to explore new places and learn to play volleyball together with a few clubs. They even planned an out-of-prefecture trip with Misaki’s parents (who were very supportive of their relationship) to visit a renowned volleyball club.

How nice. How perfectly fitting for the both of them. They’re a match made in heaven, really. Both of them love volleyball and were popular. You should be happy he didn’t end up with someone like Ara (no offense to her, though). Yet, you found yourself far from happy. Instead, you spent your days cramped up in your room, re-reading your manga and novels, barely seeing the sun or the cherry blossoms blooming outside.

Your mother definitely noticed your mopey behavior and had the answer too about why you were acting this way. She wanted to plan a family vacation, but your father’s work was piling up, and he couldn’t take time off. So, she planned a one-day outing with you and Hana to visit your aunt who owns a flower shop.

You were pretty reluctant at first when your mother asked you to go out one morning. You’d much rather stay holed up in your room. But when she mentioned you’d be visiting your cool Obachan, your favorite aunt, you got interested. Plus, she had this beautiful flower garden and always gave you seeds to plant in your own garden. When you were younger, you used to go there more often, but these days, you rarely went. You only saw her occasionally at your grandparents' house.

So, here you were, at your aunt’s house. Nestled in the serene countryside of the prefecture, her house was a perfect mix of traditional Japanese architecture and vibrant natural beauty. On one side of the house, your aunt had set up a charming flower shop. The shop was a riot of colors and scents, with flowers neatly arranged in rustic wooden crates and ceramic pots. Roses, lilies, daisies, and chrysanthemums bloomed in profusion, creating a tapestry of nature’s finest art. Even though she lived alone, her house didn’t feel lonely. It was warm, welcoming, and full of life.

When you arrived, your aunt greeted you with a warm hug and a radiant smile that instantly brought back memories of your younger days visiting her. Her smile was a lot like your mother’s, only with a few more smile lines, reminding you she was your mother’s big sister. She served a pot of freshly brewed green tea and a plate of homemade mochi on the low wooden table as you sat on the mats covering the floor. Soon, your aunt started sharing stories about her daily life, talking about the seasons and how each one brought a new wave of beauty and tranquility.

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Your aunt had a bunch of flower seedlings and bulbs all set for planting. You both got to work, digging small holes in the rich soil and gently placing the seedlings into the pot.

“You’re doing great!” your aunt said with a warm smile, wiping a bit of dirt from her forehead.

You laughed, a little bashful, and shrugged. “Thanks.”

“So, how’s life been treating you lately?” she asked, glancing over while carefully patting the soil around a seedling.

“It’s fine, I guess,” you replied, your mind drifting to the past week and Rintarou with his new girlfriend. You sighed softly, trying to focus on the planting.

Your aunt paused, looking at you closely as she brushed her hands off on her apron. “I haven’t seen you in a while! You look more mature now, ___.” She gave you an earnest smile.

You smiled back, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes, and you kept your gaze down on the plants.

Your aunt set her tools aside gently and turned to face you, her brow furrowing in concern. “And even though we haven’t met for a while, I can tell something’s up.”

Your eyes widened. Was your somber mood that obvious? You bit your lip and glanced away.

“Wanna talk about it? You don’t have to, but sometimes it helps to share what’s on your mind.” She reached out and touched your hand lightly.

You hesitated, then whispered, “You won’t tell Mama?” You peeked at your mother and Hana, who were busy arranging flower buckets at another table, unaware of your conversation.

Your aunt nodded, making a zipping gesture across her lips and miming tossing away the key. “Promise.”

“It’s just... There’s someone in my life who’s changed, and it’s making me sad,” you said softly, your voice trembling a bit. “We used to go everywhere together, but now we haven’t spent a single day together this break.”

Your aunt nodded understandingly, her eyes softening with empathy. “I get it. Sometimes, as people grow and their lives change, the way they fit into ours changes too. It’s a part of life.” She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“But why does it have to be like that? Why can’t things just stay the same?” you asked, frustration cracking your voice as you patted down the soil.

Your aunt gave a gentle smile. “Life is full of changes, honey. People grow, and so do their circumstances.”

“Well,” your aunt continued, “one day, when you’re older, you might find yourself in a different place, with different people. You might have your own family and responsibilities.”

You zoned out for a moment, then turned to look at your aunt, taking in the garden and her cozy house. How she was now living away from your mother. They used to spend time together when they were kids, didn’t they?

“Like you and Mama?” you asked tentatively.

“Exactly,” your aunt agreed, her voice soothing. “It's a natural part of growing up. Relationships change, but that doesn’t mean they’re any less important. They’re just different. And that’s okay.”

“So, are you saying I should just accept that things will change?” you asked, trying to wrap your mind around it.

Your aunt nodded. “Embrace the change and cherish the moments you have now. It’s important to be grateful for the time you share with people and to be open to new experiences and relationships that come your way.”

You took a deep breath, absorbing your aunt’s words. “I guess that makes sense. I just need to get used to the idea.”

Your aunt squeezed your hand reassuringly. “It takes time, and that’s perfectly normal. Remember, though, even if things change, the love and memories you’ve built with people stay with you. Those memories will always be a part of who you are.”

You processed her word for a moment then offered a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Obachan. I feel better now.”

Your aunt smiled back warmly. “Anytime, sweetie.”

You continued planting together until the sun set on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the garden. After dinner, you bid goodbye to your aunt, who gave you some flower seedlings. Hana also proudly carried the flower arrangement she’d made earlier.

You were glad you decided to come out of your room today.

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Today was the last day of spring break, and you felt pretty relaxed since you’d finished prepping all your stuff for school yesterday. Tomorrow was the first day of ninth grade. You sighed internally, knowing it would be way busier with all the high school entrance exam prep. You just hoped you’d get into the school you wanted.

Needing a bit of chill time, you decided to water the plants in your small front garden this morning. The seedlings from your aunt had been planted, and you were eager to check their progress every day. You grabbed the hose, turned the water on low, and started watering each plant.

As you were distracted with the watering, you suddenly noticed a pair of feet on the footpath in your garden. You looked up and saw Rintarou, smiling a little. It felt like you hadn’t seen him in forever, even though it had only been a few days. You’d see him, but not really hang out—just a wave from him as he rode his bike away or when Misaki came over to his house.

Honestly, you kind of expected you wouldn’t hang out at all this break. But here he was now.

“Hey,” he greeted you, looking a bit sheepish.

“Hey, Rin,” you replied, barely glancing at him as you continued watering your plants.

“Um…” He scratched the back of his head. “Wanna hang out?”

In the back of your mind, you really wanted to scream at him. Say something like, ‘Where’s that new cute girlfriend of yours?’ Maybe three years ago, you would have. But now, you decided against it. You didn’t want to be petty. Your aunt's words rang in your mind: embrace the change and cherish the moments you have now.

You took a good look at him—he seemed more fidgety than usual. It looked like he felt guilty? Was it because of not spending the break with you? You sighed. It wasn’t fair to make him choose between you and his new girlfriend. You’re sure if the situation were reversed, he’d be cool about it and understanding.

“Sure,” you finally said with a small smile. “Just let me finish this. I’ll ring your bell when I’m done.”

“Okay,” he answered, smiling.

“I’ll wait for you.” He stepped back and went to his house.

You didn’t know what the future held, but at least you wanted to enjoy the time you had with him now, before life took any more turns, before the inevitable changes swept you both in different directions. 

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You, Across The Street | (a Suna Rintarou fic)

・❥・Chapter three; Year Eight (A Promise)

synopsis: At the age of five, you met the neighbor boy who lived just across the street, Suna Rintarou. As the years unfold, this story will chronicle the evolution of your friendship, year by year. But as life moves on and paths diverge, will it blossom into something more? Or will it remain a cherished bond between two childhood friends? “The lines between friendship and love often blur when you’ve known someone your entire life."

word count. 5.3k cw. childhood friends au, slow burn, coming of age, puberty stuff, middle school era a/n. longer chapter:)) I think the length of each chapter in this fic might generally be longer than my previous fic! Masterlist

It was the weekend of the New Year, nearing the end of winter break. The once-quiet streets were waking up again. Some holiday decorations still lingered, while others had already been taken down. Billboards that once boasted winter sales now flaunted back-to-school ads. The new semester would kick off on Monday.

You had just returned home Friday night after spending two weeks with your grandparents and extended family. The end of the holiday always left you feeling a bit empty, like getting off a thrilling roller coaster. The joy of celebrations—fireworks, dazzling light displays, skating with your cousins, feasts with the family—was the exhilarating ride. When the break ended, it felt like stepping off into the mundane. Yet, you also missed the coziness of home and couldn't wait to swap holiday stories with your friends. Especially with your very dear friend across the street, Rintarou.

Oh.

Rintarou!

You bolted awake, the soft, muted morning light streaming through your curtain. With bedhead and half-opened eyes, you wobbly dashed to the living room and peeked out the window.

There it was, the car parked in the Suna family’s garage, signaling their return.

Your father cleared his throat from the kitchen table, realizing you were too caught up to notice him there. Then, your mother emerged from her room, spotting your tousled appearance with face pressed against the cool glass of the window, knowing all too well why you were doing that. She called your name a few times before you finally looked at her.

“If you want to play with Rin, make sure to prepare your school supplies first,” she said, walking to the kitchen table beside your father and grabbing a plate.

“Sure, Ma!” you replied, stepping back from the window and hurrying to the table for breakfast.

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It turned out you were running low on some school supplies, so you decided to look for them at the bookstore closest to your neighborhood. As you stepped into the quaint bookstore, the cozy warmth inside felt amazing compared to the chilly winter air outside. You began searching for the supplies you needed (while also checking out some new volumes of your favorite manga), with Rintarou trailing behind you, carrying the store basket for all your finds.

While browsing the aisles, something sparkly caught your eye. You went over and saw a pack of party supplies—foil streamers, glittery balloons, and shiny candles. An idea popped into your head like a light bulb.

“Rin!” you shouted excitedly, grabbing his attention.

Rintarou walked over, peering at what you were so excited about.

“What’s up?” He squinted at the party supplies, clearly puzzled.

You waved the pack in front of him, practically bouncing with enthusiasm. “Look at this! Party stuff! Let’s throw a party in the treehouse! And we should totally invite Emi and Osuke, too!”

Rintarou put a hand on his chin, considering it. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”

You nodded so hard your head almost bobbled off. “Yes! It’ll be awesome! We can have one last hurrah before school starts!”

He frowned a bit. “But we might make a mess.”

“We’ll bring a trash bag and clean up right after!” you insisted.

Rintarou was silent for a moment, thinking it over.

“It’s just a small party, Rin! A little fun before school?” You raised your eyebrows, leaning closer to him, giving him your best puppy eyes.

“Okay, fine,” he agreed.

You squealed with excitement, tossing the party supplies into the basket, and went back to hunting for the rest of your school stuff.

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Emi and Osuke were totally on board as soon as you called them. They were buzzing with excitement about the party idea. Emi even volunteered to bring cups and sodas, and Osuke offered to bring snacks. You couldn’t help but giggle; this was shaping up to be a real grown-up party!

Dressed in your sweatpants and a thick sweater, you wrapped a scarf around your neck for added warmth. You planned to hang out in the treehouse until it got dark, hoping to catch the sunset and maybe even gaze at the stars if the sky was clear enough. You felt a flutter of discomfort in your stomach, but you shook it off. Perhaps it was because of your excitement?

With the bag of party supplies slung over your shoulder, you took a deep breath and walked up to your mom, who was lounging on the couch watching TV. Your heart started pounding as you thought over how to ask her if you could stay out later than usual. 

“Ma,” you said, trying to sound casual.

She glanced up from the TV, raising her eyebrows when she noticed your ready-to-go outfit.

“Can I go out?” you asked, fiddling your hands.

“Sure, as long as you’ve finished all your school stuff,” she replied, her eyes flicking back to the screen.

“Done! I even ironed my clothes for Monday!” you announced proudly.

Your mother chuckled, clearly amused. “Alright then.”

“Great! I’ll be back a little later… okay?” you said, taking a few steps backward towards the door. You didn’t want to come home late without informing her beforehand, but you were afraid she wouldn’t allow you.

Your mother looked at you questioningly, squinting her eyes. You felt a pang of panic.

“Please, Ma, just this once! I’m not a little kid anymore!” you pleaded, pouting and clasping your hands together like you were making a serious request.

She shook her head with a chuckle. “This kid’s about to start middle school and already thinks they’re all grown up,” she muttered to herself. “Will Rin be there?”

“Definitely!” you confirmed, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Okay, but don’t go too far,” she said, turning her attention back to the TV.

Awesome! You fisted your hand triumphantly and opened your door in a hurry, afraid that your mother would change her mind.

“Be back before 8!” she called after you, just before you shut the door.

You were instantly greeted by the soft snowfall as you crossed the street to Rintarou’s house. After a quick ring of the doorbell, Rintarou swung the door open, ready to go.

“Let’s go,” he said, giving you a friendly shove on the shoulder.

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You hung up the last of the foil streamers on the wall. The past hour had flown by with everyone bustling around to decorate, chattering excitedly, and occasionally pausing to admire the breathtaking sunset painting the horizon in shades of orange and pink before giving way to the deepening twilight. 

Emi stepped back, hands on her hips, and grinned. “This place looks awesome! I can’t believe we actually did all this!” she said, beaming.

Osuke tied off the final balloon.“Totally! It actually feels like a real party here!”

“It is a real party!” you exclaimed happily, giving the foil streamer one last adjustment.

Rintarou pulled something from his bag—a small round cake. You and Emi let out a delighted squeal.

“My mom told me to bring this,” Rintarou said.

You clapped your hands and pulled out the shiny candles. “This is perfect for the cake!”

Rintarou and you worked together to stick as many candles as you could onto the cake.

“I was just about to put the candle on the cup,” you giggled.

“But now we got a cake!” you added, grinning.

You tried to light a match, but it didn’t work, so Rintarou took over with an easy flick.

Emi set up four cups in front of you with the cake from Rintarou and snacks that Osuke brought as all of you sat in a circle. She poured the soda evenly into each of the cups.The candles on the cake provided extra light in the room, complementing the flashlight Rintarou brought and the dim glow from outside. The sky was exceptionally clear.

“Hurry up! Lift your cups! The candles are starting to melt!” Emi shrieked, lifting her cup hastily, making some of the liquid spill.

“Okay, okay,” you said, raising your cup, and soon everyone followed suit.

“What are we cheering for?” Rintarou asked.

“Um…” Emi pursed her lips together, thinking hard.

“Cheers to the end of elementary school!” you shouted, lifting your cup high.

“Yeah!!” Emi cheered, and everyone clinked their cups together before taking big gulps of soda.

“The candles!” Osuke warned, looking at the halfway melted candles.

“Alright! On three, we’ll blow ‘em out together!” you said, and everyone nodded.

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

All of you blew out the candles at the same time. Emi clapped her hands and everyone followed with laughter.

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Not long after all the cake and snacks had been gobbled up, holiday stories had been exchanged, Emi and Osuke announced hurriedly that they needed to go home. Emi’s mother had a strict 7 pm curfew, and it was already past that. Emi was practically vibrating with panic. Osuke followed Emi because their houses were quite close. 

At first, Rintarou insisted that you both should head home too, but you pleaded, saying your mother had given you until 8 and you wanted to savor every minute. Plus, the treehouse was still a mess and needed to be cleaned up. Reluctantly, he agreed and started stuffing all the trash into a trash bag. You carefully took down the foil streamers and packed them away, just in case you wanted to throw another party. All the inflated balloons were popped and tossed into the trash bag.

Once you were finished, you approached Rintarou, who was now staring out of the window. He was looking up at the sky. So, you followed his gaze and were absolutely blown away by the view.

The sky stretched out like a huge, dark blanket, scattered with shimmering stars, each one twinkling like a tiny jewel. The moon was bright, casting a soft, silvery light that bathed the treehouse and the world outside in a magical glow.

You leaned your elbow to the wooden ledge. 

“Careful,” Rintarou warned, giving you a cautious look.

“Relax, Rin. It’s totally sturdy!” You pushed on the ledge a few times, showing him how solid it was.

You propped your elbow up and pulled him next to you. He chuckled, “Alright, alright.” Then he leaned his elbow on the ledge too.

Rintarou nudged you with his shoulder, making you turn to him. You were momentarily caught off guard, captivated by how his long beautiful eyes sparkled in the light, looking mesmerizing.

“Hm?” you murmured, breaking from your trance.

“Look at that,” he said softly, pointing to a bright cluster of stars. “It’s like we’re in a different world up here.”

You looked up again, nodding in awe. “Yeah, it’s so peaceful. And beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the stars this clearly before.”

He leaned back slightly, “This place is perfect for stargazing.”

“We should do this more often,” you said, turning to him with a big smile.

He looked at you for a moment, studying your face. “Yeah, we should.”

“I hope we can still do this even when we’re in middle school!” you said, scrunching your nose.

Rintarou laughed, “What’s gonna change? It’s just another school.”

“I don’t know! I heard it might be kinda busier,” you shrugged.

You couldn’t quite imagine what middle school would be like, with so many questions swirling around in your mind. What would the new friends be like? What about the teachers? How tough would the studies be? And, most importantly, would you and Rintarou still be in the same class? You were always in the same class as him since preschool! The thought of school, or even more so, life without Rintarou beside you felt strange. You had been with him in your life longer than you had been without him.

You both fell silent for a moment.

“Rin?”

“Hm?”

“What do you wanna be when you grow up?”

“You used to say you wanted to be a policeman. Is that still the plan?”

Rintarou thought for a second, tapping his chin.

“Don’t laugh.”

You frowned, “I won’t! I’m not you!” You rolled your eyes at him.

He laughed but then grew serious.

“I… like ball and I don’t like to study.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I mean I like volleyball,” he clarified.

“I hope I can be a real good player and become an athlete,” he said.

You nodded enthusiastically. “I’m sure you’ll be awesome at it!”

“I hope so,” he said with a smile.

“I’ll be your number one fan and come to every game!” you punched his arm lightly.

He laughed and rubbed his arm. “You better.”

“What about you?” he asked.

You squinted, thinking hard. “I don’t know!”

“Being a doctor sounds cool! But I also like writing,” you mused.

“I’ll just see where it takes me,” you said, shrugging. “Maybe I’ll find something that fits me best.”

Rintarou nodded, looking at you. “We’ll probably end up doing something totally different.”

“Most likely. I can’t see myself doing anything with sports,” you said.

Rintarou snorted a laugh, and you gave him a mock glare.

“Well, whatever we end up doing, I just hope we can still hang out like this,” Rintarou said.

“Yeah, definitely! Grown-up stuff seems kinda scary,” you agreed.

Rintarou nodded.

“Promise, Rin?” you said suddenly, holding out your pinky finger.

He was dumbfounded for a moment, staring at your finger.

“Promise,” he said finally with a smile, linking his pinky with yours.

“Don’t change, okay?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Yeah, you too,” he replied.

You kept your gaze fixed on the sky, enjoying the chilly winter breeze while snuggling against Rintarou’s warm arm. It felt so cozy.

When your eyes flicked to Rintarou’s watch, you suddenly remembered you needed to check the time. You grabbed his hand and checked. Shoot! It was past 8!

“Rin! We gotta go home!” You straightened up, eyes going wide in panic.

It was funny how you were now as frantic as Emi had been earlier.

“Let’s go,” Rintarou said, turning to grab the trash bag.

“Wait,” you stopped him, suddenly feeling something weird between your legs. Was it wet?

You turned around, showing the back of your pants to Rintarou. “Are my pants all wet?”

“I must have forgotten I sat on that soda Emi spilled!” you groaned, facepalming.

He didn’t answer you, so you turned around to him. Finding him just staring, his mouth hanging open like he’d seen a ghost. You started to freak out.

“Rin! What’s wrong?!” you exclaimed, eyes wide and heart racing, your voice trembling with panic.

“It’s… it’s all red.” His voice faltering and eyes widening in shock, as he pointed at your pants.

You frowned, thinking over what it might be. Until a  cold wave of realization washed over you, making your breath catch in your throat.

The discomfort you’d felt earlier in your stomach, which you’d dismissed as just nerves or maybe a simple ache, suddenly made horrifying sense. Your eyes widened in shock as the truth sank in—you’d just gotten your first period! The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, leaving you paralyzed with a mix of panic and embarrassment. Your hands flew to your head, gripping your hair in disbelief. 

“Oh no…” you trailed off, feeling like you might start crying.

Rintarou snapped out of his shock, his eyes widening as he remembered the lessons on puberty from fifth grade. The panic in his gaze softened into concern as he processed that you were on your period. He moved swiftly, reaching out and gently pulling your hands away from your head where you’d been clutching it in distress. 

“Is this your first time?”

You nodded weakly, biting your lips to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

Rintarou quickly took off his jacket and pulled you close.

“No, Rin! It’ll get dirty!” you protested, trying to push him away.

He ignored you and wrapped his jacket around your hips, his shocked look turning into his usual stoic expression.

“Let’s go home,” he said, heading down from the treehouse with the trash bag and watching you from below.

You walked to the field with your bike, waiting for Rintarou to throw the trash bag away. Putting your bag in the front basket of your bike, you stood awkwardly with the uncomfortable mess between your thighs. How were you supposed to ride a bike like this? You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, feeling frustrated.

Rintarou came without his bike and began stowing his bag into your bike’s basket.

“Where’s your bike?” you asked, eyeing him with confusion as he busily rearranged his things.

Rintarou glanced up, his tone nonchalant, “I left it in the bushes.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief, and you took a step back, “What?!”

With a shrug, Rintarou gently pried your fingers from the bike’s handlebars and took over, “Come on, we’ll use your bike.”

Your bike had a small seat on the back, just right for a passenger, but the idea of Rintarou leaving his bike behind seemed unbelievable. You furrowed your brow, your hands resting on your hips, “But your bike?”

“Relax, I’ll get it tomorrow during my morning run with my volleyball friends,” he said casually, settling onto your bike’s saddle.

“Let’s go home. You don’t want your mama to yell at you, right?”

You nodded, hesitantly sitting sideways on the small seat behind him. You shifted, feeling the uncomfortable wetness of your period spreading, and adjusted your position.

“Hold on to me,” Rintarou said, turning his head.

You hugged his waist tightly as he pedaled home. The biting cold nipped at your cheeks and nose, turning your breath into visible puffs of mist. The wind made your eyes water slightly. The sound of your tires crunching over patches of frost and the occasional creak of the bike frame are the only noises in the stillness. You hugged him tighter, snuggling your head against his back.

(It's a cruel irony that no matter how desperately you tried to keep everything stay the same, it always slipped through your fingers)

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Whatever your tenderfoot mind had imagined about middle school, this wasn't exactly it. Two months had passed since you first stepped into this new chapter of your life. The teachers and the studies were manageable, even if they did demand more responsibility and autonomy than elementary school. The extracurricular activities were pretty interesting, though you were still torn about which club to join: the science club, drama and theater, or the English club? They all seemed so appealing.

What really surprised you, though, were your new peers. Or more specifically, the concerns they had that used to not exist in your world but now seemed to dominate conversations.

Namely, talking about love interests and appearances.

The girls in your class were always buzzing about the latest trends in clothes and hairstyles from the newest issue of the girls’ magazine. Some even bragged about trying on their mothers' or big sisters' makeup. They also confided in each other about their crushes and shared opinions about the boys they found attractive at school. Which led you to the next item on your ‘list of things that surprised you about middle school.’

Apparently, they found your dear friend, Rintarou, very attractive.

Was it insulting if you were surprised by that? Now that you thought about it, yes, he had grown taller, significantly taller than you, even though you had gained some height too (it annoyed you when he smugly pointed out that he’d grown even more). You guessed he was among the tall boys in your school, which apparently made the girls swoon. You’d also always noticed that he had beautiful eyes, more distinctive than most people’s (you always thought they were mesmerizing before you even knew what that word meant). 

But… that was it? You didn’t really understand why the girls were going crazy over him. They didn’t even know him!

“You guys, I think Kenji is the cutest. He’s so smart and always helps me with math.”

Someone laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. “Kenji? That’s adorable! But what about Suna Rintarou? He’s tall, handsome, and he’s cool as heck.”

The others nodded vigorously. “Oh my gosh, yes! Suna is like the ultimate crush. He’s so mysterious and always looks so cool.”

“I heard he plays volleyball and is like verrrryyy good at it!”

“Wouldn’t it be amazing if one of us ended up with him? Imagine how cool that would be!”

That was one of the conversations you overheard from the ‘cool girls’ in your class (they were the girls who always wore the latest trendy outfits and flaunted that they had their own makeup). For some reason, that conversation bothered you. A lot.

Emi and Osuke didn’t go to the same school as you and Rintarou. Unfortunately, you weren’t in the same class as Rintarou either. But, thankfully, you had made new friends in your class. Two friends, to be exact: Yumi and Mari. Both were so nice, and you clicked with them after sharing a seat with Yumi. It turned out that Mari was Yumi’s elementary school friend.

They were the ones who introduced you to all the new "girl stuff" you were discovering in middle school—like the cute outfit starter pack, the must-read magazines, and the best affordable shopping spots. At first, you were baffled by how they knew all this stuff. It turned out both had big sisters who were also friends with each other. It made sense, just like how Emi always knew about cool places in town from her big brother.

Yumi and Mari knew about all the trendy things but weren’t obsessed with them like the ‘cool girls.’ They were pretty chill about it. They kept up with new stuff but didn’t make a big deal out of it. That’s why they were perfect for you. They didn’t judge you for your lack of knowledge, and they were fun to chat with. You even found yourself becoming interested in those things too.

Today, you planned to go to the treehouse with Rintarou after school, after not hanging out with him for about a week. Lately, you had noticed that Rintarou had also made new friends. There were his volleyball club buddies and some classmates. Even though Rintarou wasn’t the extroverted type, he clicked with people quickly when they shared the same interests.

As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of school, you jumped up from your desk. You had promised to meet Rintarou in the bike parking area to go home together.

“Are you going home with Suna?” Yumi asked, popping up next to you with a grin.

“Yeah, we’re gonna hang out together,” you replied, as you walked toward the door.

“Ooooh,” she squealed, pinching your cheek playfully.

Mari hurried over, her eyes wide with curiosity. “What’s up?!”

“She’s hanging out with Suna Rintarou!” Yumi declared, making it sound like the hottest gossip.

“Shut uppp, he’s been my friend since we were little kids,” you said, rolling your eyes

“How cute!” Mari exclaimed, joining in the teasing with a mischievous grin.

“I heard Ara is planning to make a move on him—like, confessing or something!” Mari whispered loudly, glancing around to make sure no one else overheard.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, interest piqued. Ara was one of the ‘cool girls’, popular among the boys because of her looks. It was surprising that she had a crush on Rintarou. 

Would Rintarou like her too? 

The thought was somehow irritating.

“What’s that face? Are you jealous?” Yumi asked, pointing at you with a teasing grin.

“No way! I don’t like him like that. He’s just my friend!” you said, crossing your arms defensively.

“You better watch out, or Ara might snag him!” Mari said with a smirk.

“Whatever,” you huffed, rolling your eyes as you saw the bike parking area up ahead. Rintarou was already there, standing beside his bike.

“Bye!” you called out, running to him and waving to Yumi and Mari, who were grinning widely.

“Rin!” you greeted him, slightly out of breath as you approached him.

“Hey, let’s go,” he said, tilting his head towards his bike.

You nodded happily, but the conversation about Ara lingered in your mind for a moment. Rintarou and Ara? You shook your head vigorously, trying to dispel the thoughts. 

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You were checking yourself out in the mirror, admiring the new outfit you bought a week ago with your mother. It was a blue floral summer dress, similar to the one you saw a model wearing in the magazine Mari had brought to school. The dress was just above knee-length, and you wore black shorts underneath since you'd be riding your bike. It was cute! You never had an outfit like this before, but seeing yourself in the mirror now, you thought you might want more like it.

Then, you sneakily pulled out a lipstick that Yumi had graciously given you. She had a lot of them (ones her big sister didn’t like) and said that according to something she read in a magazine, this color would suit you perfectly. You’d never worn it outside before, only when posing in front of the mirror. You felt it would be embarrassing if your parents found out. Asking for the dress last week had been embarrassing enough, with your parents talking about how much you’d grown and stuff. Yikes.

Today you were just hanging out with Rintarou, so no big deal. You were pretty eager to try dressing up for once. Carefully, you polished the lipstick onto your lips. The color seemed to compliment you well. You grabbed a tissue from your desk and dabbed your lips a few times, making the color less flashy.

Satisfied with how you looked, you took one last glance in the mirror before stepping outside your room. You dashed quietly to the front door, not wanting your mother to see you with lipstick on (you’d remove it before coming home).

“Ma! I’m going out with Rin! Bye!” you shouted from the front door, one foot already out.

“Okay! Bye!” your mother called back somewhere from inside, and you bolted towards Rintarou’s house with your bike.

—

You were lowering your bike’s kickstand, about to ring Rintarou’s doorbell, when you saw him standing right there, watching you.

“Uh…” he trailed off, looking puzzled.

“Rin! There you are!” you cheered, waving at him.

He walked over, his face scrunched in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean? I was about to ring your doorbell!”

“No, I mean, why are you dressed like that?”

You knitted your eyebrows, trying to process what he meant. Then it hit you.

“Oh, you mean my clothes?”

“It’s my new dress! Do you think it looks good?” you asked excitedly, twirling your dress in front of him.

He stared at you, still dumbfounded, then burst into laughter.

“What?!” you exclaimed incredulously at his reaction.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, trying to suppress his amusement as he sat on his bike. His shoulders shook slightly, betraying his effort to keep a straight face.

“Rin?? Tell me! Does this really look that bad on me?!” You pinched him on the waist, making him jump.

“Ow!”

“Please, Rin! Be honest!” You leaned closer, searching his eyes for sincerity.

“Well, it’s not bad. It’s just... different for you. You always wear pants and baggy clothes, that’s all.” He scratched the back of his head, looking a bit awkward.

You squinted your eyes at him. He glanced at you briefly, then did a double take.

“What’s with your face?”

You widened your eyes. “What do you mean?!”

He stared at your lips, his hands drawing close to them. “Your lips.” 

Oh! He noticed. You stepped back a little. “Uh... I’m wearing lipstick. Don’t laugh! Yumi gave it to me, and I thought I might try it.” Feeling your cheeks heat up, suddenly self-conscious.

“Okay,” he said, trying to keep a straight face, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching.

“You’re annoying,” you huffed as you sat on your bike.

“What? I said nothing.” He raised his hands in mock innocence, his grin widening.

“Whatever. Let’s go.” You rolled your eyes, feeling a mix of irritation and embarrassment.

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The treehouse had become your go-to spot for hanging out. Sometimes it was all of you, other times just you and Emi, but most often, it was you and Rintarou. You'd spend hours there, playing his Nintendo DS, snacking, and making random comments about the world outside.

Right now, Rintarou was engrossed in his game, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the treehouse, while you leaned against the window, munching on chips.

“Rin,” you called out.

“Yeah?” he answered, his eyes still glued to the screen of his nintendo.

“There’s a girl in my class who has a crush on you.” You walked over and plopped down right in front of him.

He flicked his gaze briefly towards you before returning to his game. “Okay?”

“She’s really pretty, Rin!” You leaned in closer, hoping to catch his full attention.

“Okay, and?” He kept his focus on the screen.

You stared at him, incredulous. “Do you not want to get yourself a girlfriend?!”

He finally paused his game and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “Should I?”

“What do you mean ‘should I’?” Your eyes wide with disbelief.

He shrugged nonchalantly, the casual gesture making you frown deeper. “I mean, if she has a crush on me, so what? I don’t like her.”

“Are you stupid? You haven’t even seen her!” You threw your hands in the air. “I said she’s pretty, and there are tons of boys in school who like her!”

“So? Should I date her just because of that?” He looked at you with raised eyebrows.

The thought of Rintarou with Ara was oddly bothering you. And somehow, realizing that it bothered you was even more unsettling! He was your friend, and as far as you knew, friends should support each other in everything— dating included. But this was so confusing! You wanted to groan in frustration.

“Why not? Everyone’s talking about finding a girlfriend or boyfriend! Maybe you should find one yourself too! I mean, you have girls lined up—” You widened your eyes and clamped your mouth shut instantly, eyes looking away from him. You didn't want to inflate his ego more than his recent growth spurt already had.

“What?” he asked, smirking and pulling you back to face him.

You wanted to lie, but nothing came to mind.

“Is that true?” he wiggled his eyebrows annoyingly.

You huffed but relented, “Yeah.”

He tapped his fingers on his chin, pretending to think deeply. “That’s nice, but I don’t really care, though.” He shrugged, leaning back against the wall of the treehouse.

“What?!”

“I mean, I think I have enough friends,” Rintarou shrugged.

“But a girlfriend is different, dummy!” You crossed your arms, glaring at him.

“Yeah, but I have you,” he said casually, giving you a playful smile.

Your mouth gaped as you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. “What do you mean?” you asked, your voice trailing off.

“Well, you’re not my girlfriend. But you’re my girl,” he paused, “friend.”

“And you’re already keeping me busy,” he continued, which earned a swat from you.

“I can’t handle more girls! You, Kimiko, and Hana are already a lot,” he said, chuckling as he playfully nudged you.

“What about Emi?!” You tilted your head, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, Emi too. But we don’t see her much these days.”

“Yeah,” you pouted. “I miss her. We should definitely ask her to hang out with us again! And Osuke too!”

“Totally,” he agreed, smiling warmly at you and giving your nose a poke.

You returned his smile and snuggled to him, watching him continue playing with his nintendo.

Well, you supposed Rintarou could always keep the promise you made together, right? That you could always hang out like this with him, even if he had a girlfriend?

One could only hope.

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You, Across The Street | (a Suna Rintarou fic)

・❥・Chapter two; Year Five (A Treehouse)

synopsis: At the age of five, you met the neighbor boy who lived just across the street, Suna Rintarou. As the years unfold, this story will chronicle the evolution of your friendship, year by year. But as life moves on and paths diverge, will it blossom into something more? Or will it remain a cherished bond between two childhood friends? “The lines between friendship and love often blur when you’ve known someone your entire life."

word count. 3.6k cw. childhood friends au, slow burn, coming of age, puberty stuff a/n. quick update on chapter two 🤭 I actually finished writing it yesterday; it just needs a bit more editing! But I haven’t started anything on the next chapter yet, so it will take longer for the next update🥲

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You walked into your house with Rintarou right on your heels. Your mother had just headed out for a field trip at the local park with the preschool, where both your little sister Hana and Rintarou’s little sister, Kimiko, were.

Hana and Kimiko were born in the same year, not long after you moved in, and you couldn't have been happier. They became designated friends in everything, like you and Rintarou. Yuuko, Rintarou’s mother, was like a second mother to you, and your mother was the same for the Suna kids. They often stepped in for each other at school events when the other couldn’t come. Like today’s field trip, Yuuko was stuck at work, so your mother had stepped in to chaperone Kimiko and keep an eye on her.

"Let's work on the math homework first," Rintarou suggested, plopping down beside you at the coffee table in the living room and pulling out his exercise book.

"Okay! But wait! I want to grab some snacks first. Do you want something?" you asked, getting up.

"Still got those cheese sticks? I like those."

You thought for a moment. "Oh yeah! We still have them. I'll grab some."

"Want me to help?"

"Nah, you’re no taller than me. I can reach that top drawer myself," you said, sticking out your tongue as you walked into the kitchen.

"Well, I’m taller than you, you dummy. And I’ll definitely be waay taller than you," Rintarou retorted, rolling his eyes. It was true; he was a bit taller than you, but you often tiptoed whenever he tried to compare his height to yours. What a cheater.

Now that you were in fourth grade, it was kind of funny to think about how Rintarou once saw you as a strange object back in preschool. He had come to see you as a true friend. It wasn’t just because you both spent so much time together, but because he genuinely enjoyed your company.

You both dove into your math homework, tackling each question together.

“Like this, Rin. You can write the calculation while you read the question,” you explained, scribbling beside the problem and translating the mathematical operation from the sentence. He gave it a shot, double-checking with you, and you gave him the thumbs-up.

“This is the formula for the perimeter and area,” you noted, rounding off the writing in your notebook.

Rintarou really relied on you for academic things. You weren’t the type to bury yourself in books, but you got things fast and really liked helping others figure stuff out. It motivated you to study more, you said. So basically, Rintarou was like your pupil when it came to homework or study sessions.

After finishing the homework, you both relaxed on the couch, watching TV shows and snacking.

“Rin, you really should teach me how to play volleyball,” you said, munching on snacks.

“Okay. But you’re such a bummer, ___.” He kept his eyes glued to the TV, not sparing you a glance.

“Hey! Shut up. It was my first time playing outside of PE class!” You tried to kick his leg, but he kept pushing your body away from him.

“No, it’s not. Don’t try to lie to me.”

Well, you were in fact lying to him. Remember that time you tried to play volleyball with Rintarou? Yeah, it was a disaster. Honestly, you were scared of making a fool of yourself, and guess what? You did. You kept messing up—missing basic moves and having the ball go all over the place. Sometimes it even hit the net, and other times it went flying out of bounds.

Why were you so freaked out about embarrassing yourself? Because Rintarou was very splendid at it. He flaunted his skills last time you played with him. Matter of fact, the PE teacher in your school even recommended him to join the local volleyball club for children. You tried to be at least half as good as him, but it was still tough. You used to play all sorts of sports together when you were younger, but as you both got older, the gap in your skills just grew bigger, which annoyed you greatly. It sucked!

“If you want to do a sport, I think karate or judo would suit you better,” Rintarou suggested, trying to offer a truce.

You raised your eyebrows at him, pausing your attempts to kick him. “Why?”

“I don’t know. But you like to pick fights with those boys,” he shrugged, grabbing a cheese stick from the table now that you’re calmer.

“Rin! Can’t you see that they’re so annoying? Especially Yuto!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in frustration.

“Yeah, I know,” Rintarou said, taking a bite of the cheese stick. “But karate’s cool, though. You could really kick their butts then.”

With a playful glint in his eye, he lazily poked the cheese stick at your face. “And Yuto likes you, stupid,” he added, his smirk widening into a teasing grin.

“Ew! Don’t do that.” You shoved Rintarou's hand away.

“And no, he doesn’t like me. He’s just annoying.”

Rintarou shrugged, barely looking at you. “That's what boys do when they like a girl.”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “What? That’s dumb. Why would you annoy someone if you like them?”

“Dunno. Boys are weird,” he said, waving his hand like it was no big deal.

“You're a boy, dummy!” you shot back, narrowing your eyes.

“Yeah, but I’m one of the not-weird ones,” Rintarou replied, turning to you with a little smirk.

You made your best disgusted face, scrunching your nose and rolling your eyes dramatically.

Just then, the door swung open, revealing your mother and the little sisters. Hana and Kimiko burst through, practically bouncing with excitement, their eyes sparkling with pride as they showed off their painted drawing to you and Rintarou.

“This is from yellow and blue paint to make green!” Hana exclaimed, pointing enthusiastically with her chubby finger to a vibrant spot on the canvas.

“And this is purple from blue and red!” Kimiko added, pointing to a different area with equal excitement.

“Woah! This is so cool! Right, Rin?” you commented exaggeratedly, nudging Rintarou gently with your elbow.

Rintarou's brows furrowed slightly as he studied the painting. You couldn’t actually make out any drawings there. It was a four-year-old's drawing, anyway. His lips twitched, almost forming a smile before he managed to compose himself. “Wow, that’s, uh, really something,” he responded, with suppressed laughter.

Hana and Kimiko, however, looked satisfied with both your reactions, their smiles widening as they continued to admire their artwork with excited chatter.

“Hey, your hands are still covered in paint,” Rintarou said. “Why don’t you wash up first?”

The little girls exchanged a glance, ready to protest, but Rintarou was already on his feet, guiding them to the sink. He helped them up onto a chair so they could reach the faucet and carefully showed them how to scrub the paint off their hands.

“Thank you, Rin!” your mother said as she walked out from her room after changing clothes.

“No problem.” Rintarou said after he finished helping them, plopping down beside you again.

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“Hey,” you felt a tap on your shoulder from behind.

You turned around to see Emi and Osuke, the seatmates sitting behind you who had also become your good friends, both grinning mischievously. This kind of expression usually meant that Emi, the mastermind of your adventures, had found a new spot to explore. Rintarou looked at them too, curious.

“We found this super cool place and we gotta show you after school!” Osuke said, practically bouncing with excitement.

You were sold instantly. “Awesome! What’s the big surprise?”

“It’s a treehouse!” Emi announced, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

Your jaw dropped, and a huge grin spread across your face. You looked at Rintarou, who seemed pretty chill about it, and gave him a little nudge. “Come on, Rin! This is gonna be so much fun!” you said, grabbing his hand and giving it a hopeful tug.

Rintarou was silent for a second. “Okay. But don’t forget to tell your mama first.”

You nodded enthusiastically.

The moment the bell rang, you shot up from your seat, having already tidied your desk. Rintarou was moving like a tortoise, so you zipped over and helped him stuff his stuff into his bag.

You and Rintarou walked to where you parked your bike and pedaled your way home in a hurry, having promised Emi and Osuke that you’ll meet them in front of the minimart near the school no longer than 30 minutes.

As you burst into the house, you quickly stripped off your school uniform and changed into a comfy t-shirt and shorts. You dashed around, looking for your mother. “Maa, where are you?” you called out, a mix of impatience and excitement in your voice.

Your mother emerged from the bathroom, her expression turning into a frown as she took in your disheveled appearance. Her eyebrows knit together as she approached you.

“Ma, can I please play with my friends?” you asked, your hands clasped together in a hopeful gesture.

Your mother crossed her arms, her frown deepening. “Where?”

“Just, you know, that park near school,” you replied, trying to sound casual.

“Will Rintarou come too?” she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

You nodded vigorously. “Yes, he will!”

“Okay. I don’t want something like last time to happen again,” she began, her voice rising in frustration. She placed her hands on her hips and leaned forward, her gaze piercing. “I told you to come home before it gets dark, but you didn’t listen. Do you know how dangerous that can be?”

You shifted from foot to foot, looking down and fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt, feeling a mix of guilt and frustration.

Last time, you played outside with Emi only. Rintarou had volleyball practice, and Osuke was busy with his big sister. You got so wrapped up in tossing pebbles into the lake and feeding the geese that you didn’t notice the sun had set on the horizon. Covered in dirt, you knew your mother would flip if she saw you like this, so you stopped by Emi’s to clean up and borrow one of her shirts.

By the time you finished, it was pitch black outside. Emi’s place was close, but you’d never biked home alone this late before. Too scared to call your mother (because she’d definitely lose it), you called Rintarou’s home instead. Thankfully, it was him who picked up the call. Quickly saying that he’d come get you after you told him your situation. 

When he arrived, Rintarou shook his head at you. “You brat,” he teased, messing up your hair. You wanted to argue but knew you were in the wrong, so you just sighed in resignation.

When you finally got home, your mother was standing in the doorway. She thanked Rintarou and then immediately started scolding you, expressing her disappointment in you for not heeding her words. It was the only time you had played outside without Rintarou, and you had already been irresponsible.

Thankfully, Rintarou was available today. Otherwise, your mother wouldn’t have allowed you to go out again, which meant missing the treehouse Emi had found. Bummer.

Rintarou knocked on your door, already changed into his casual clothes. You opened it with a smile. “Hey! Let me just say goodbye to Mama,” you said briefly before heading to the kitchen, where you heard the clinking of dishes.

“Ma, I’m going!”

She nodded. “I’m going shopping later with your papa and sister. If I’m not back when you return, just head over to Rin’s house.”

“Okay, got it! I’ll see you later,” you called out before turning back to Rintarou. “All set! Let’s go.”

Quickly, you got on your bike and rode to the minimart with him.

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The place turned out to be quite far from your house. You’d totally fibbed to your mom saying it was near—truth is, you didn’t even know where it was when you asked her if you could go.

It was a forested park, a few blocks from your school, in a neighborhood that didn’t get much traffic. Emi always had the scoop on cool spots because her big brother had been all over town exploring. The park was not abandoned, but it seemed like not a lot of people visited there. Perhaps because there were not that many children living in the area.

A large field greeted you at the entrance, likely used for playing sports. Beyond the field, the forested area came into view. And there it was, nestled among the trees, stood a giant treehouse.

As you got closer, you spotted wooden steps nailed to the tree trunk.

Rintarou eyed them and asked Emi, “You sure this is safe?”

Emi grinned, “Totally! My brother used to come here all the time. Come on, let’s climb!” Without missing a beat, she started up the steps.

“I’m next!” Osuke shouted, lining up behind Emi, who was already a few steps up.

You looked at Rintarou, silently asking if he wanted to go first.

“You go first,” Rintarou said with a smirk.

“Alright, but don’t wimp out!” you shot back.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

The climb was easy, and the wooden steps proved sturdy enough to hold your weight.

As you entered the treehouse, you noted that it was quite spacious, more so than you had imagined. The windows, devoid of glass, were wide, panoramic openings that spanned nearly the entire side of the treehouse facing the town. It was perched high enough to offer a new perspective, and your breath was taken away by the stunning view.

Rintarou gently pulled you back from the edge, not fully trusting the wooden walls.

You were too busy soaking in the view to notice.

From this vantage point, everything looked different—familiar streets and buildings took on a new charm. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long, gentle shadows that added depth and contrast to the scenery below. You could see the rooftops of houses, some with tiled designs and others more modern. The streets were lined with trees, leaves rustling in the breeze, and you could hear the distant hum of everyday life mixed with birds chirping. It was magical.

You didn’t realize you were staring with your mouth open until Osuke shouted, “This is so cool!”

You turned to see Rintarou staring at the wide window, his hand still clinging to your arm from his earlier worry about your hasty step. Nudging him, you asked, “Cool, right?”

He looked at you, nodded, and mumbled, “Yeah, pretty cool.”

“See! I told you you’d like it!” you said, giving him a triumphant grin.

You started exploring the treehouse, checking out the names scribbled on the walls. You were in awe; each inscription was a testament to the kids who had once played here before you. Some names were faded and nearly illegible, with dates stretching back a decade or more. Just then, Emi pulled something from her bag—a dagger.

“Emi! How’d you get that?” Osuke asked, looking scandalized.

“I snuck it out,” Emi said with a proud smirk.

“Smart move, Emi! A marker or pen would’ve washed out eventually!” you chimed in.

You heard Rintarou tsk behind you, but you just stuck out your tongue at him.

Emi started carving your names into the wooden wall, and you and Osuke added some fun doodles. Rintarou, though reluctant, was forced to contribute. He carved the year under your names.

You traced your fingers over the carved lines, measuring the depth of the carving. A smile crept across your face as you confirmed it was deep enough. How cool it would be if, years from now, your names were still here—a little piece of your childhood preserved forever.

(When you came back years later, the carvings were still there, as vivid as the day you first made them.)

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You were at first reluctant when Rintarou told you to go home, insisting you wanted to watch the sunset there.

“But I want to watch the sunset!” you whined.

Rintarou crossed his arms. “If you don’t come down, I’ll never play with you again.”

You huffed, giving in. “Fine, but you’re no fun.” You climbed down from the treehouse, feeling the itchiness from the dust on your clothes.

“Your clothes are all dirty,” Rintarou pointed out, wrinkling his nose.

“I know,” you said, scratching your arm. “This dust is making me itchy.”

“Let’s go home before it gets worse,” he said, starting to walk.

You sighed and followed him, glancing back at the treehouse one last time. “You owe me for this.”

Rintarou rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll get you an ice cream or something.”

“You better!” you replied, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Come on, slowpoke,” he teased, walking faster.

“Hey, wait up!” you called, running to catch up with him to reach your bike.

When you arrived in front of your house, you noticed the lights were still dimmed. Then, you remembered your mother saying that she would be out with your father and sister.

“Rin!” you shouted, running to Rintarou's front door.

He turned around, confused. “What?”

“I forgot. Mama said everyone’s going out. I’ll stay with you until they get back.”

Rintarou shrugged. “Okay, cool.” He unlocked the door and flipped on the lights. “Looks like no one’s home here either.”

You followed him to his room, scratching at your dusty clothes. “Rin, can I borrow some clothes? This is so itchy!”

“Yeah, hold on.” He dug through his drawer, then turned to you. “Don’t sit on my bed, okay? We’re all dirty.” 

You snorted. “Duh, I’m not that dumb!”

He threw a black shirt and pants at you, along with a fresh towel.

“Just making sure,” he teased.

“You can use the shower here,” he said, pointing to the bathroom in his room. “I’ll use the one upstairs.”

“Thanks, Rin,” you said, heading to the bathroom. “You’re a lifesaver!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said with a grin, heading out the door. “Just don’t use all the hot water!”

You nodded and walked into the bathroom, eager to clean your itchy body.

As you rubbed your body with soap, you found yourself trying to recall the last time you weren’t embarrassed to be naked in front of Rintarou. Was it, like, two years ago? You hadn’t showered together since you were little, but you remembered a time when it didn’t bother you how much skin you showed him. Changing clothes in front of him used to feel completely normal.

Now, though, you couldn’t even think about being shirtless around him. Your embarrassment had grown as your body was… changing. Your mother had explained puberty to you, describing how your body would transform into that of an adult’s. You would start to resemble her and other grown women. She said you’d learn more about it in school soon, but you’d already noticed some of the changes yourself.

You started to grow breasts and there was hair in new places. Truthfully, you were super embarrassed about it. And also kind of annoyed. Why did your body have to change? Your breasts sometimes felt tender and uncomfortable. You felt like you had to cover up more. Why couldn’t you be like Rintarou? Not having to grow breasts!

And then there was the whole period thing your mother mentioned. Blood coming from down there? What?! You really hoped it would be a long time before you reached that phase.

After you dried off and put on the clothes Rintarou gave you, you walked out of the bathroom and saw him sprawled out on his bed, totally absorbed in his console games. You gave him a nudge to make some space and lay beside him.

“Hey, Rin,” you called out.

“Hm?” he grunted, eyes glued to his game.

Without warning, you pinched his chest.

“Hey! What was that for?” He stared at you, totally confused.

“Did that hurt?”

He glared at you. “What do you think? You just pinched me!”

“Well, do you feel anything there when I’m not pinching you?”

Frowning, he replied, “No?”

You sighed. “Boys' puberty is different, then. I thought your chest would feel weird or something, even if it’s not growing.”

Rintarou’s brow furrowed deeper, and his eyes squinted in confusion, as if trying to make sense of the nonsensical words he had just heard.

"Your…" he trailed off, struggling to find the right words. "Your chest hurts or something?"

You shook your head. “Not exactly ‘hurt,’ more like it sometimes feels like it’s throbbing or tightening, you know?”

He raised an eyebrow, looking both curious and a little concerned. “Throbbing and tightening? That sounds kinda weird.”

You shrugged, a hint of frustration in your voice. "Urgh, nevermind," you muttered, waving off the topic.

You leaned into him, watching him play, and asked if you could have a turn when he was done.

You two played together until you heard Yuuko and Kimiko in the living room. Realizing your family might be home, you quickly got up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" Rintarou asked, sitting up.

“Where else? It’s late, and Mama’s gonna freak out,” you replied, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Alright, alright, now shoo," he said, waving you off and flopping back onto his bed.

You shot him a glare and pinched his stomach, making him groan. He was about to retaliate, but you quickly locked both his hands together. He might be a whiz at sports, but you were still stronger. You laughed and hurriedly ran out of his room. He chased you but stopped when he saw his mother. You waved goodbye to Yuuko and Kimiko, giving Rintarou one last smirk before shutting the door behind you.

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You, Across The Street | (a Suna Rintarou fic)

・❥・Chapter one; Year One (A Crossed Path)

synopsis: At the age of five, you met the neighbor boy who lived just across the street, Suna Rintarou. As the years unfold, this story will chronicle the evolution of your friendship, year by year. But as life moves on and paths diverge, will it blossom into something more? Or will it remain a cherished bond between two childhood friends? “The lines between friendship and love often blur when you’ve known someone your entire life."

word count. 1.9k cw. childhood friends au, slow burn a/n. here we go the first chapter!! hope you all enjoy this!<3

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You were five years old when your parents decided to move to a house closer to your father’s office. The warm summer sun bathed everything in a golden glow, and your sparkling eyes eagerly took in the new neighborhood through the opened car’s window. The gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, adding to the homely feel of this new place. As you spotted a playground, a surge of excitement rushed through your tiny body. You bounced up and down in the car seat, pointing at the playground as the car passed it. Your mom turned her head from the driver’s seat, her smile as warm and bright as the morning itself. “You can play there tomorrow, honey. Today, we’ll tidy up our house and greet the neighbors.” You nodded enthusiastically.

The new house was bigger than your previous one. A small garden immediately caught your eye. The shrubs were neatly trimmed, the flowers came in different colors, and there was a small pond with fish. Your mother held your hand as you entered the house. Most of the stuff was already organized, with only a few boxes left to unpack. Your father picked them up from the car, which thankfully wasn't much.

Delighted, you ran around excitedly, exploring each room. But then, your mother called you over to the kitchen. You huffed as you walked to her, slouching and stomping your feet deliberately.

She was wrapping the daifuku your family would give to the neighbors as an introduction. She moved to a lower table in the living room so you could sit next to her and help. “Be nice and make new friends here, okay?” You frowned. “Why?” She smiled and pinched your cheek. 

“Well, I think we will be here for a long time.” 

“And when you have new friends, you can introduce them to your baby sis too!” said your mother, placing her hand on her round belly. 

She was nearing the end of her second trimester, and you were amazed at how her belly grew bigger each day. The idea of a little human coming out of your mother’s body fascinated you. She had explained that you were once in her belly too, which you found hard to believe. But how else could you be here? You couldn’t wait for your ‘baby sis’ to come out and prove it.

You clapped your hands. “Okay, Mama! I will invite baby sis to play with my new friends! Does that mean baby sis will come out soon?” 

Your mother laughed, “Yes, honey.”

As your father finished organizing the last box, you and your mother also finished wrapping up the gift. You all rested and warmed up to the new house. When the sun was set, you dressed up to introduce yourselves to the neighborhood. Your mother reminded you again  to behave just before you left. Frowning, you replied, “But I always behave, Mama!” 

“Sure you do, and I want you to keep it up,” she said with a smile.

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This was the third house you visited, located directly in front of your own. The two previous houses were the ones directly to your left and right. The night air had turned chilly, making you pull your jacket tighter around you. This house also had a garden, with a pond slightly larger than yours, though adorned with fewer flowers. The building was painted a muted brown, blending into the shadows of the evening. You were still observing your surroundings when a lady opened the door after your father rang the bell, the warm light from inside spilling out and casting a welcoming glow on the doorstep.

She smiled warmly at your family, and you noticed her belly was rounded like your mother’s. “Mama, she has a belly like you!” you exclaimed excitedly, pointing at her. 

Your mother was about to scold you for being rude but was interrupted by the lady. “Oh my, you’re the new neighbors right in front of us! Please come in!” she beamed. 

Inside, your family was greeted by the lady’s husband. As your mother placed the gift on the coffee table, they invited you to stay for a chat.

They introduced themselves to your family. The lady's name was Yuuko and her husband’s name was Makoto, with Suna as their surname. It turned out that Yuuko was indeed pregnant like your mother, and they had close due dates, which made them bond instantly. Makoto then announced he wanted to introduce someone to you. Your ears perked up. Who could it be? You looked at your parents, who smiled back at you. “Looks like you’ll have a new friend,” your mother said. You jumped to your feet, excited. Finally, a friend! The other two houses didn’t have kids your age, only older ones. The prospect of having a friend your age made you brighten up instantly.

As Makoto returned to the living room, he held a boy by his shoulders. He looked about your age, his expression stoic but his eyes beautiful and narrow. Looks like his mother, you thought. They stopped in front of you, who grinned happily. Usually, you weren’t confident with your peers, but the excitement of moving into a new house and your mother’s earlier encouragement made you feel braver. You stretched out your hand to introduce yourself. He looked at your hand for a while, unsure of what to do. His father was about to guide him when you abruptly took his hand and shook it enthusiastically. “This is how you introduce yourself to a friend!” you exclaimed. 

Confused, he stared at your joined hands. “A friend?” he asked. 

“Yes! I’m ___ and I will be your new friend!” you sang, still shaking his hand. 

He looked at his father, then back at you. “Okay. I’m Suna Rintarou. I’ve never had a friend,” he mumbled. 

You made an O with your mouth. “I’m so happy to be your first friend, then!”

After that, all of you gathered in the living room, chatting about the preschool you would soon attend. You bounced on your seat when you learned that Suna Rintarou went there too. He would be your school friend! You glanced at him happily. It seemed your mother was right; this place would be your home for a long time. Perhaps, this stoic boy would become more than just a schoolmate—maybe, just maybe, he would become your best friend. Your heart swelled with anticipation, and a smile spread across your face.

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It's been around two months since you moved in, and you found yourself adapting seamlessly to the new environment. Every morning, your mother would wake you up around 7 to take a shower and get dressed for preschool. You'd see your father briefly in the genkan, waving at him before he left for work. Then, you’d have breakfast at the kitchen table while your mother prepared your lunchbox.

An arrangement had been made between your mother and Yuuko. Yuuko would take you and Rintarou to preschool in the morning, while your mother would pick you both up afterward. Yuuko, like her husband, was an office worker, but her workday started later than usual, making her perfectly suited to drop you both off before heading to work. Your mother, a housewife, stayed at home most of the time, making it easy for her to pick you both up from preschool before the typical workday ended. The two women had grown close, their personalities clicking effortlessly. They were around the same age, had kids the same age (you and Rintarou, and also the soon-to-be-born children in their bellies).

Today was like any other day. Your mother took you to the Suna house, crossing the street. As you walked, the cooler temperatures of late autumn greeted you with a refreshing chill. Your mother had you wear a scarf to keep warm.

After ringing the bell once, the door opened quickly, revealing little Rintarou, already dressed to go. “Hello, Rin!” your mother cheered at him. “Where is your mother?”

“She’s upstairs, picking something,” he said, pointing inside the house.

“Well, I’ll leave ___ here then. Thank you!” Rintarou nodded at her.

Your mother kissed you on the cheek and walked back to your house. Rintarou took your hand and pulled you inside.

“Your hand is cold,” he commented.

You made a freezing noise and whined, “Well, of course! You’ll see, it’s gettin’ colder outside!”

He left you in the living room and went to his room. You were confused until he reappeared with two pairs of gloves. “That for me?” you asked, surprised.

“Yeah, you can wear these. But give them back to me after school,” he said, handing you a pair.

“Woah! Thanks, Rin!” you beamed, putting on the gloves.

“Whatever,” Rintarou huffed.

From the moment you got to know Rintarou, you thought he seemed more mature than you, even though you were the same age. Little did you know, his mother was always reminding him to be more thoughtful towards you. Both his mother and father wanted him to grow up to be a gentleman. His father taught him how to respect women. With a baby sister on the way, he needed to learn how to be a good little man in the family. Rintarou sometimes frowned at these instructions. You? You seemed like a normal kid, kind of rowdy, even. You often yelled at boys in the preschool, picked fights, and followed your favorite teacher around annoyingly. You were no different from the boys and definitely wilder than him. He sighed but obeyed his parents nonetheless.

Not long after, Yuuko came down from upstairs. 

“Hello, ___! Are you ready?” She greeted you warmly. You nodded, clutching the strap of your bag.

She put Rintarou’s lunch box in his bag and helped him put it on. Then, you walked to the car and took a seat in the back.

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After some sensory play in the playground, the kids were given free time to play by themselves. You were eager to try the yellow double slide with a bridge between them. Then, you saw Rintarou sitting in the sandbox and decided to invite him to join you.

“Rin! Let’s try that cool slide,” you said, grabbing his hand and pointing to the slide.

He contemplated for a second but then got up. “Okay.”

As you walked to the slide, you heard a commotion behind you. Turning around, you saw a group of boys from your class, laughing and pointing at you and Rintarou.

“Look at ‘em! Holding hands and all!”

“I bet they kiss when no one’s around!”

“Hey!” You moved forward, your face flushed with anger. “Stop it!”

“What? It’s true! You both always come together and hold hands,” one of them said while the others laughed.

“He’s my friend!” you said firmly.

While you argued, Rintarou stood behind you, puzzled and unsure how to respond. He knew for sure that you both never kissed. Isn’t that like an adult thing? Kids aren’t allowed to do that. He remembered how his parents always covered his eyes during kissing scenes of lovers on TV. He sometimes secretly caught his parents kissing, too. So, when adults like each other, they kiss? The thought of kissing you felt strange to him.

“Shut your damn mouth!”

Rintarou snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you say that.

“Bad word! She’s saying a bad word!”

You looked terrifying as you ran to chase the boys. Some girls cheered for you from the side, “Go, ___! Catch ‘em!”

The playground filled with noise—your annoyed screams, the boys' laughter, and the girls' cheering. Rintarou watched the whole debacle with raised eyebrows. You were something else. Why didn’t you just ignore those stupid boys? You’d been here for only two months, and his once tranquil life was already changing. He wondered how his life would be with you in the years to come.

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Sakusa Kiyoomi ╰┈➤ lifemate (completed)

Suna Rintarou ╰┈➤ You, Across The Street (ongoing)

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You, Across The Street | (a Suna Rintarou fic)

synopsis: At the age of five, you met the neighbor boy who lived just across the street, Suna Rintarou. As the years unfold, this story will chronicle the evolution of your friendship, year by year. But as life moves on and paths diverge, will it blossom into something more? Or will it remain a cherished bond between two childhood friends? “The lines between friendship and love often blur when you’ve known someone your entire life."

word count. tba cw. childhood friends au, potential smut and mature content (mdni), slow burn, fluff, angst status. ongoing a/n. hey everyone! back again with my second fic! Just a heads-up: this story is a slow burn, and updates might not be as fast as my previous fic. Hopefully, you all will enjoy this one just as much as the last! <3

Chapters:

╰┈➤ Year One (A Crossed Path)

╰┈➤ Year Five (A Treehouse)

╰┈➤ Year Eight (A Promise)

╰┈➤ Year Ten (A Lesson About Life)

tba

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was that the last chapter of lifemate🥺???

yes it was😔 but if I have any ideas for drabbles in the future, I'll definitely post them!

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A part of me is sad that life mate is over (it had me running laps LK) but excited for your next piece😌🫶 can’t wait

thank you so much for enjoying lifemate!🥹 The next piece is in the work! Spoiler: it will be a Suna Rintarou fic🤭

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lifemate (Chapter 12/ Sakusa x f!reader)

summary: the aftermath of your argument with him word count. 3.4k cw. marriage pact au, smut, fluff a/n. hi guys! it's finally the end of the story! thank u for everyone who's been waiting and enjoying this first fic of mine bc I really enjoy writing this, too!<3 see u on my other fics! ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

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As you slowly regain consciousness, the first sensation that hits you is the dull throbbing in your head. The room is dimly lit, and you squint against the soft light seeping through the curtains. Your mouth is dry, and there’s a sour taste lingering from too much alcohol. Your body feels heavy and sluggish, weighed down by the remnants of the night before. You blink a few times, trying to orient yourself. Fragments of last night’s events start to trickle back. Right. This is Tami’s hotel room.

You hear a sound from the bathroom, then Tami steps out. “Hey, you’re awake! Wait,” she says, grabbing a water bottle from the desk and fetching something from her bag. She hands you the water. “Here, drink this.”

She orders room service for breakfast, then sits next to you and places an ibuprofen on the desk beside you. “After you eat, if your head still hurts, you can take this, okay?” You nod while drinking from the water bottle she gave you. Your head is still throbbing. “Do you have a makeup remover?” you ask. The makeup on your face feels uncomfortable and greasy, and you can sense a breakout looming. Can’t wait to clean this all up.

“Yes. It’s all in the bathroom. There are also some toiletries from the hotel. You can use those,” Tami replies.

“Thank you.” You quickly get up from the bed and head to the bathroom. Removing your makeup, washing your face, and brushing your teeth, you feel a relief within you. Taking a shower would be refreshing, but you remember you didn’t bring any clothes and you don’t want to wear the same dress after showering. So, you decide against it.

When you step out of the bathroom, breakfast has arrived. You and Tami start to eat together. Thank goodness the throbbing in your head begins to subside. You sip on the coffee while zoning out, lost in thought. There’s too much to think about, and your mind feels cluttered with last night’s events and the lingering emotions.

Tami clears her throat and looks at you.

“You,” she begins. 

“What?” you stare at her dumbfounded.

“Do you want to tell me something?” she asks, her eyes searching your face for answers.

You press your lips together, considering whether to tell her or not. Well, she noticed that something’s wrong anyway. 

"I’m sorry for last night. I didn’t mean to be irresponsible like that,” you say, sighing and covering your face. “We were supposed to just have fun.”

Tami looks at you, concern written on her face. “Look. You can tell me anything. I’d be happy to help…” She holds your hand. “Kiyoomi contacted me last night. He’s worried about you.”

Shit. Kiyoomi. Taking a deep breath, you decide to tell her everything. Starting from the moment you got closer to him as a friend, to when you began sleeping together, meeting his family, your encounter with his past hook-up, and the arguments that followed.

Tami listens attentively, commenting occasionally, raging when she hears about what that woman said to you, and frowning when you confess your guilt about ‘potentially’ having romantic feelings towards him.

“Girl,” she sighs, “Don’t say ‘potentially’. You do have feelings for him.”

You groan. “That makes me feel worse, honestly.”

“And why do you have to feel worse?” she asks, confused.

“I just… That complicates everything. How am I supposed to be okay with him being with another girl?” Frustration oozes out of you. “I guess I was okay before with our rules. But now…” You rumple your hair with your hand.

Tami squeezes your shoulder. “Hey… He might return your feelings, y’know?”

“Tam. It’s just… I’ve never seen him like... have 'feelings' with anyone before. I don’t know what’s in me that might change his way.” Tears start to well up in your eyes.

“Don’t say that!” Tami hugs you. “There are tons of reasons,” she mumbles against you. 

Stepping back, she observes your face. “I’ll tell you this honestly. With everything you’ve done, he really might return your feelings.”

“I don’t know, Tam. I feel bad. I– I should’ve controlled my feelings better,” you say, looking away from her.

“No, really. Listen to me.” She looks you dead in the eye. “You can’t avoid him forever, right?”

You shook your head.

"It won't be easier too if you choose to completely let go of your feelings for him. So…" Tami continues. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever Tami is about to say. “Before you decide anything further like divorcing him,” you widen your eyes at that. That actually is an option. But, for whatever reason that just feels so wrong. “Just tell him how you feel.”

Instantly, you close your eyes and huff. 

“Hey! He knows that you feel weird about something. Maybe he has his own assumptions, too. If you tell him, there’s one possible outcome that you might like.”

“Yeah, but there are other outcomes too,” you counter.

“Even if he doesn’t return your feelings, what’s the worst that might happen? You really think he could be that mean to you?”

At that, you can’t say anything. She’s right.

“This is Kiyoomi you’ve known since high school,” she reminds you.

You remain silent, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. This is Sakusa Kiyoomi—someone many label as blunt and insensitive. But you know him better than that. He has never harbored ill intentions. If anything, the last six months of your marriage have further shown you just how understanding he is, how you can rely on him for so much. Every quiet gesture and every quiet word of reassurance.

“I’m not trying to force you or anything. Just… think about it.”

“No… you’re actually right, Tam,” you say. 

“Wait,” you froze as you remembered something. Something important. Suddenly, you’re on your feet.

“What?!” Tumi hurriedly followed you to get up.

“What time is it?” Urgently, you look for your phone, and find it on the desk beside the bed. It’s fucking dead. You pull your charger from your bag and charge it quickly.

Tami takes her phone, “It’s almost 1.”

“Fuck. His match.” You grab at your hair in frustration.

“Wait, I fucking forgot too! When is it?!”

“It’s at 1pm,” you say with resignation.

“We can still go there! Let’s–”

“Shit! I forgot.”

"What again?!" she looks at you incredulously.

“I’m fucking stupid. His match is at 11am today.” You unlock your phone, seeing his missed calls and texts, and drop to your feet. How in the hell could you forget this? For whatever reason everything seems to be getting worse. 

Tami crouches down beside you and puts her hand on your shoulder. “Hey, I'll take you home. At least you'll be there when he comes back,” she says, helping you up. Then, Tami starts to quickly pack up her things, checking out from the hotel, and you both get in her car.

On the way home, the weight of missing his match settles heavily on your chest. It just further validates that something is wrong. Doubt gnaws at your thoughts, whispering that perhaps you are blowing things out of proportion. 

When you finally reach home, you embrace Tami in a hug. She will return to her town as soon as she drops you.

“Thank you so much, Tam,” you say.

She nods and hugs you back. “I just hope everything turns out fine for you.”

You smile at her. “I’ll definitely keep you updated.”

As soon as you enter the apartment, you realize that Kiyoomi isn’t home yet. Quickly, you get in the shower, washing everything from the night before, trying to calm your mind. Afterward, you head to your room, put on some clothes, and start drying your hair with a towel while checking the news about the match on your phone.

It turns out that MSBY lost. 

However, the good thing about this V. League Division 1 match is that the team who lost will not be eliminated immediately. Every team will have the chance to compete with each other. The standings are ranked by total points, and so far, MSBY is expected to qualify for the playoffs. Their score is quite superior. But, you understand that a loss is a loss and Kiyoomi is very ambitious about this. You’ve even seen how he reacted the last time they lost. Coupled with the little quarrel between you both that you’ve caused, you really feel bad for him. You had decided to confess to him, but seeing the situation now… postponing it seems like a better choice.

You walk out of your room, intending on snacking from the fridge when you notice Kiyoomi’s gym bag in the living room. Shit. It wasn't there earlier. You look closer to confirm it. Why didn’t you hear anything? A sudden panic washes over you as you quickly turn to head back to your room, only to find Kiyoomi standing before you, his expression inscrutable. Is he angry? You wrestle with the dilemma of explaining your absence or consoling him about his match. Frozen in the moment, mouth slightly agape, you struggle to find anything to say to break the silence. Anything.

Suddenly, Kiyoomi runs to you and hugs you tight. Your eyes widen. Out of all the reactions you predicted from him, this is not one of them. Your hands are still in the air, frozen, trying to process his action. He steps back and looks at you in the eye, his hand caressing the side of your hair, eyes exuding warmth and concern. He grabs both of your hands and kisses them. “Please,” you hear him mumble between the skin of your hands. You’re about to ask what he means when he continues, “Please don’t leave me like that.”

You stare at him, feeling guilty about sneaking out and not coming home last night. “I…” you try to explain yourself, but still can’t find your words. He holds your face gently.

“I’m sorry about the other night. I didn’t mean to say anything to hurt you,” Kiyoomi says, gazing intently at you, eyes glistening.

The truth is, Kiyoomi can't seem to think straight about anything other than you. Despite just losing an important match, it feels like a mere afterthought in his mind. He wants to berate himself for his lack of focus during the game, but how can he when your absence is what truly feels like a glaring mistake? This one match may be important, but his urgency lies in returning home to see you. He aches to beg for your forgiveness and release the pent-up feelings he's kept hidden. And now, you're here. In your shared home, the place that used to be his sanctuary, now feels incomplete without you. It's not just a living space—it's a home because you're in it.

You bite your lip, the emotions you’ve been trying so hard to conceal start to spill. “No, Omi. I’m just…” you begin, breaking into tears.

Kiyoomi guides you to the couch, where you both sit face to face. Considering all your options, you decide to confess. Right. Now.

“I want to be honest with you,” you finally muster up the courage to confess, your voice trembling with emotion. “I was jealous. I was jealous of that woman the other night. And I’m sorry if I’m jealous when I’m supposed to allow you to be with anyone you want but…” Tears start to well up in your eyes, the weight of your emotions becoming too much to bear.

Before you can finish your sentence, Kiyoomi silences you with a tender kiss, leaving you bewildered.

"I don't want anyone else but you," he interrupts, his eyes filled with sincerity. He takes your hand, placing it gently against his cheek as he continues, "There's nothing between me and her. It's always been you that I want. Just you."

As his words sink in, you're left speechless, your mind reeling with disbelief.

"I thought I wasn't enough for you. That’s why I initiated the rules," Kiyoomi admits, his vulnerability breaking down the walls between you. You’ve never heard him like this before—he always seemed so sure of himself in everything. “You kept trying to date other people not too long before New Year,” he continues, pain evident in his eyes. “I didn’t want you to feel trapped with me.”

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. You both had been struggling with the same insecurities, trapped in a web of misunderstandings and doubts. Tears fall from your eyes as you wipe them away. 

"Omi, that's how I feel about you," you finally admit, voicing the unspoken thoughts that have plagued your mind. “I just don’t want to burden you with me as your option.”

“What?” he mumbles in disbelief.

You nod, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you lean in to kiss him.

As you both kiss, what started as a slow, tender embrace gradually intensifies into a passionate exchange. His lips move from yours to your neck, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. Gasping for breath, you grip his side, silently communicating your desire. Catching the unspoken message in your eyes, he lifts you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you bridal style to his room.

You both continue to kiss with you sitting on his lap, your hands trembling slightly as you undress him. He reciprocates, removing your clothes with a fervor that sends shivers down your spine. His hands find your breasts, kneading them hungrily before his mouth latches onto your sensitive skin. You whimper, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Omi..."

He hums in response, his voice a low, comforting vibration against you. He gently lays you on your back, eyes never leaving yours as he slides your pants and panties down. His fingers slip inside you, each movement deliberate and electrifying. He peppers kisses along your neck. “How do I deserve you?” he mumbles as he earns another moan from you, your back arching off the bed.

“Omi. I want you. Please. Now.”

His gaze is intense as he replies, "Anything you want," before kissing you deeply, his hands swiftly removing his own pants. Kiyoomi is about to grab a condom from his drawer when you stop him.

“No condom,” you whisper, smiling softly at him, not knowing the effect you have on him.

Ensuring you're ready, he slides his fingers into you again, making you gasp. He then begins to stroke himself, positioning at your entrance. "Please, Omi," you babble, barely coherent. As he finally enters you, a harmonious moan escapes both your lips. It always feels so good—you're no stranger to it. His stamina, coupled with his blessed size… he can always make you feel heavenly. But there's something about feeling him with nothing between you, being able to feel him fully, that sends waves of raw emotion crashing over you. You grab his face, pulling him closer until your noses touch.

“Omi, you feel so good.”

“You too, baby. Always so tight and warm,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. His eyes lock onto yours, as he increases his rhythm. Each thrust pushes you closer to the edge.

"I'm close, Omi," you say, breathless, your body trembling beneath him.

He sucks his thumb briefly before rubbing your clit with it, your moans escalating. "Ah! Omi!"

"Good, baby," he mumbles, his words punctuated by tender kisses. Your body tightens, and with a final cry, you come hard around him. 

You hold his face while he continues to thrust. This is the first time he feels you raw, and the moment he enters you, he’s afraid he’ll combust right away. Thankfully, he doesn’t. But you just feel so good and look so beautiful beneath him. He can’t believe his luck at being able to love you this way. Love. He feels it prickling on his skin. He’s never been one to cry during sex, but he feels like crying now. 

You caress his hair, your lips finding his neck, and it’s enough to send him over the edge. He pulls out just in time, his release spilling onto your stomach. The two of you lay there, panting and spent, the room filled with the quiet aftermath of your shared intensity.

Kiyoomi lifts you gently, carrying you to the bathroom with him. He cleans your body thoroughly, keeping his touches innocent while kissing you occasionally. You’re still drying your body with a towel as he steps out of the bathroom. 

When you return to his room, you notice he’s changing the bed sheets. He pulls you back onto his bed as he finishes, keeping your body flush against his. It’s funny how he used to maintain such a distance, but now, he can’t keep his hand off of you. 

Kiyoomi looks at you adoringly. “Hey.” His voice is soft, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Hey." You shift your whole body to face him, tangling your legs with his.

He looks at you with a mix of adoration and regret. "I’m sorry for not being clear with my feelings all this time."

“Me too," you admit, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

"I guess sometimes I do feel afraid at how fast my feelings escalate with you," he confesses, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I… I think I love you, ___."

Your eyes widen, the unexpected declaration taking your breath away. He quickly adds, "You don’t have to say it back. I just want to put that out there." He caresses your hair as he gazes at you like you hold the moon.

A tender smile spreads across your face. "I think I love you too, Omi." Realizing how new this is for both of you. He has never felt anything remotely close to this, and neither have you. 

The joy in his eyes are unmistakable. Kiyoomi pulls you closer by the waist and kisses your shoulder. “I’m sorry too for making you upset with what I did with Hiyori,” he mumbles against your skin.

You sigh, the memory doesn’t sting as much now. "I guess it’s alright. I didn’t know better either, choosing to avoid you when I should’ve been honest."

“Are you jealous of the fact that she used to be with me?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“Um. Not exactly. I mean, everyone has their past, right? It’s more about the way she leaned close to you and touched you? It’s just… I know for a fact that you’re really particular about your personal space except with those you’re very close with.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize that,” he says, frowning in disappointment with himself.

"It’s okay, Omi. You used to be close with her before, so you might not have noticed. I was just insecure because I didn’t know how you felt about me." You look away, feeling embarrassed.

He gently holds your chin, turns your face back to his, and kisses you tenderly. "I’m sorry. I’ll be better," he promises, wrapping you in his arms.

Then, out of nowhere, he says, "We should have a honeymoon."

Surprised, you giggle. “Really?”

He hums in agreement. “And restart our wedding night too.”

You look at him incredulously. “How?”

"Maybe you can try on that white lingerie gift first," he suggests, his eyes twinkling.

You gape at him and swat his arm playfully. “What the hell?! You remember that?”

He chuckles, kissing your cheek. “Matter of fact, I really want to see you in it.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Okay, baby. Tonight,” you agree, kissing his lips.

The next morning, you receive texts from Tami.

Tami: hey   Tami: are u feeling better??   Tami: is everything good?

As you read the messages, Kiyoomi pulls you close, kissing your shoulder from behind.

You: so much better   You: everything’s good   You: thank u sm, Tam. I owe you tons   You: also   You: it’s late but   You: thank u for the wedding gift. he loves it.

Not even a minute later, you receive her replies.

Tami: OMGGGG   Tami: TOLD U!

You giggle at her response. Kiyoomi peeks over your shoulder, smiling at the texts. You put your phone down and turn to him, marveling at how right everything feels. Seeing him in the morning like this is something you’ll never get used to. If you told your high school self about today, she would laugh. There’s no way you could have predicted this outcome. Making a marriage pact with your high school friend and actually doing it, only to find a love you thought you’d never experience. It’s one of the best decisions of your life, no matter how crazy it sounds.

Kiyoomi kisses your neck and looks you in the eye. “So?”

"Hm?" you murmur, still lost in your thoughts.

“Does Maldives sound good for our honeymoon?” he asks.

You lean in, kissing him softly on the lips. "It’s perfect, Omi."

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[soloroomies]

lifemate (Chapter 11.5/ Sakusa x f!reader)

summary: his side of the story word count. 1.5k cw. marriage pact au, mature content, fluff, angst (misunderstanding) a/n. this chapter takes time after they talk in the car!

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Kiyoomi is left confused as you rush out of the car. He takes the food box you brought and heads into the apartment, noticing your absence. Sitting at the kitchen table while eating his dinner, he reflects on what happened earlier.

He's never the best at reading people, though he knows he's getting better at it, especially with you. Something he’s so glad of. He sensed you were troubled but couldn't pinpoint why. When you brought up Hiyori, he tried to gauge your tone and expression. Was it jealousy? So, he asked. He didn’t really want to explain himself why, but he kinda hoped it was jealousy. Yet, you quickly denied it, saying you were just worried that other people would notice. That was his fear honestly—you’re only doing something because you’re married in the public eye. 

Hiyori had approached him during his break to discuss some social media planning. He tried to think hard of why his encounter with Hiyori might trouble you. Yes, they had hooked up in the past, but that was over. He felt nothing for her and had made it clear since the beginning that their relationship was strictly for that. That's why he hadn't mentioned her to you. Because there was nothing to tell.

Then, you mentioned being glad that you both always practiced safe sex. Were you implying he was sleeping around? Or were you? Because he obviously wasn’t. He couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else anymore. He then recalled the rules you both set before getting married—you weren’t exclusive. He didn’t even know why that stupid rule existed. Was it him who initiated that? Fuck. It was probably because he didn’t want you to feel that you were trapped with him. He remembered you still tried to date some people before you’re married. The thought of you with someone else hurt him deeply. He always considered himself level-headed about emotions, never one to dwell on them too much. But now, he felt anything but that. He couldn't help but be a bit petty, saying, “We can see other people anyway, right?” He hoped you would disagree, scream, do anything—but you were silent. Then you left.

Lying in bed, glancing at the side you had occupied the past few days, he feels a hole being dug within him, leaving emptiness and sadness. The memory of your presence, your warmth, and the laughter you shared makes the silence more deafening. 

He tries to pull the thread of his relationship with you, each memory tugging at his heart. You were his anchor, his constant, ever since high school. Even after graduation, he kept tabs on you, not wanting to let you slip through his fingers. People are always like that with him and most of the time he’s okay with that. But, he’s not okay if it’s you. He cherishes you deeply as a friend. He couldn’t be happier because you showed him too, that you cherish your friendship with him. You both stayed up to date with each other’s lives, even ten years after high school.

Then came that fateful day. The day you, Komori, and he talked about marriage, with Komori suggesting that he and you could get married. After that day, he secretly clung to the idea. He loved the thought of you and him together. From the moment you entered his life, you fit in seamlessly, like you’d always been there. You influenced so much of who he became without him even realizing it. He questioned himself—why hadn’t he made a move on you since high school? He felt stupid, but he thought it was partly because he didn't want to ruin the friendship. He knew how girls acted when they were interested, and you never showed those signs. Partly because he didn't know how to chase a girl. He never chased girls. It sounds conceited, he knows, but it’s the truth. So, he let your dynamic remain unchanged.

When he met you again, he brought up what had been on his mind, the marriage, adding that his parents were prodding him too. He was surprised when you initiated the pact but couldn’t deny his happiness about it. Over the next two years, he felt a bit crestfallen whenever he heard about you trying to date, information he got from Komori. But he let you be.

Then came this year. The year. Strolling through the lively streets of Tokyo on New Year’s Day, he was enveloped by festive decorations and a joyful atmosphere. The city buzzed with excitement, yet he felt a serene sense of peace and reflection. He remembered the reminder that had popped up on his phone that morning. As he continued walking, he noticed a small, elegant jewelry store. The display glimmered in the winter light, catching his eye. He stopped and gazed at the rings, imagining the radiant look on your face as you slipped one onto your finger. His last conversation with Komori had revealed that you weren’t seeing anyone. With a heart full of hope, he bought a ring. He planned to bring up the pact, wanting to make the marriage proper for you.

And then, you both were married. To this day, he still marvels at how it all happened. What astonishes him the most is how effortlessly and swiftly you found your way into his heart. You peeled away his layers, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. Despite his attempts to build walls, you gently dismantled them. It wasn't until these last few days, when he finally let his guard down, that he realized how deeply he craved you. He couldn't maintain his defenses any longer; he just couldn’t get enough of you. He’s never felt anything quite like this before. He only hopes with all his heart that you feel the same way.

The next morning, when he wakes up, there's no sign of you. Did he go overboard last night? But maybe you had work that required you to leave early today. He tries to shake off the uneasiness he feels. He wants to talk about last night when you're both home.

As he steps onto the volleyball court for practice, the familiar sounds of squeaking shoes and the rhythmic thud of the ball hitting the ground surround him. Usually, this is his sanctuary—a place where he can focus and push himself to the limit. But today, something feels off. He misses an easy dig, the ball slipping through his fingers and hitting the floor. His teammates give him puzzled looks, and he mumbles an apology. His coach notices his lack of focus and calls for a brief time-out, asking if everything is okay. He nods, but inside, he’s grappling with his concerns. Each time he tries to pull himself back into the game, his mind rebels, dragging him back to the unresolved tension. His teammates’ encouragement and the coach’s instructions seem distant. All he can think about is getting home and resolving the tension with you.

Unfortunately, when he gets home, you're still not there. That's odd since you usually come home earlier than him. It's even considered late for him to come home. He sends you a text, hoping for a quick reply, but there's no response. 

Wait. He almost forgot that your best friend is in town. He exhales, feeling relieved. Even so, he still wishes you had informed him or replied to his text.

Nearing midnight, he lies on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Still no text from you. He calls you a few times, but there's no answer. Anxiety starts to build. What if something happened to you? He sits up, feeling his hands slightly tremble. Fuck. He doesn't have Tami's number. Desperately, he scrolls through your Instagram, finds Tami in your following, and DMs her quickly.

The wait is agonizing, but after about ten minutes, Tami replies, saying that you're with her. He responds immediately, asking for her number and saves it once she gives it. He asks where you both are, and Tami replies that you're at a club. He frowns at that.

It's past midnight, and he has a match tomorrow, but he can't relax. He texts Tami again, asking her to inform him when you’re about to head home. It's almost two in the morning when he receives Tami’s text saying that you want to stay in her room. Kiyoomi feels dejected but lets it go, feeling glad at least he knows where you are. Tami informs him again that you and she are in her hotel room already, sending him a picture. He observes the image—you're still in your makeup and dress. Were you drunk? He frowns. But at least you’re safe and sound.

His mind floods with thoughts of how he might have upset you. He hopes he can make it up to you and that you'll forgive him. It's not until around three that he finally drifts off to sleep, thoughts of you still weighing heavily on his mind.

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[soloroomies]

hiii girlie just wanted to let you know you really cooking with that lifemate series of yours found you on my alt and decided to finally boot up the main acc to support you cant wait for the next chap too!!

have a good day <33 sending hugs and kisses

thank you so much!!<3🥹 you too have a good day!!

[soloroomies]

lifemate (Chapter 11/ Sakusa x f!reader)

summary: you find yourself tormented, questioning every moment of the last six months with him, while desperately trying to drift your thoughts away from him. word count. 2.5k cw. marriage pact au, mature content, angst (emotional turmoil) a/n. we're nearing the end of the story guys! there'll be like two chapters left! thank u for enjoying the story so far<3

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You consider leaving the gym quietly without Kiyoomi noticing, but then you remember that you've sent him texts. Fuck. You don't feel like you're in the right headspace to meet him right now. Feeling your emotions are still all over the place. You think you can abandon your feelings, numb them somehow, but not right now. Can you unsend the texts?

You still stand in the back rows of the bleachers, in fight-or-flight mode, considering all the options you have. Suddenly, your phone vibrates. Shit. You pull it out to see that it's Kiyoomi calling you. You excuse yourself from Fumi, hearing her say sorry while you just wave your hand, mumbling "it’s okay" to her, then you answer Kiyoomi.

"Hey, are you in the gym? Just saw your texts," he says.

You bite your lip, trying to control your overwhelming emotions upon hearing his voice. "Yeah, I'm in the gym."

"I didn’t expect you to come here. I was about to have dinner outside."

Is it with that woman? 

Feeling your emotions intensifies with your own thoughts. You know Kiyoomi is unaware of this, but it still stings.

"I'm sorry, I was just bored in the house and made too much food."

You hear Kiyoomi hum. You really want to slap yourself. You shouldn’t have come here. This was such a stupid initiative.

"Want to head home? I’m done practicing, actually. I’ll just eat the food you brought at home."

"Okay."

"Where are you?"

"I'm taking a seat on the bleachers, in the back."

"Oh, okay. Meet me at the carpark? You see the car, right?"

"Yeah."

You walk to the car while trying to control your breath and think straight. When you arrive at the carpark, you see that Kiyoomi is already there, leaning on the car door.

"Hey, let’s go home," he says, unlocking the car. You nod and get in.

On the way home, Kiyoomi asks about the food you brought. You respond, not realizing your answers are too curt and your tone colder than usual. He frowns and takes a double look, "Is there something wrong?" You bite your lip, mentally cursing him for how he's getting better at reading you.

"Nothing," you reply.

"Weren’t you with Fumi earlier?" he asks.

You hum in response.

He looks at you, concern in his eyes, and asks tentatively, "Is she giving you a hard time?"

"No! Of course not."

"Then why?" he asks.

Finally you decide to bring up what you saw earlier. "It’s just that… Fumi saw me seeing you with that woman—"

"What woman?" Kiyoomi interrupts.

"I don’t know her name. The one from the social media team?"

"Hiyori?" he asks, and you really don't want to know or hear her name. How many more could there be? You sigh, frustration boiling over.

"I really don’t know, Omi," you say, feeling your voice start to crack. "She sat next to you on the bench."

His frown deepens. "Are you being jealous?" he asks.

"No! I mean, it’s alright! It’s just that Fumi pointed out about you both," you're just babbling at this point, feeling increasingly defensive. "I’m just worried if other people notice it, too, okay? It’ll just look bad on us."

Both of you fall silent for a moment. Your heart feels heavy as you say the next words, "I’m just glad we’re always doing it safe." That earns you a glare from him. His expression is unreadable. After a brief pause, he sighs and grips the steering wheel tighter.

"Right," he says. "We can see other people, right?"

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. He’s right, but you didn't expect him to throw that fact in your face right now. It feels like a punishment for wanting more of him. You bite your lip, not having the courage to speak. You’re sure if you say a single word, you'll break into tears.

The rest of the ride is quiet, the air tense. As soon as he pulls up, you get out of the car and go straight to your room. You try to calm your breath, but you can’t hold back the tears that start streaming down your face as soon as you close the door. Hundreds of thoughts flood your mind. How could something beautiful turn ugly like this?

If you want to point fingers at who's wrong in this, it's definitely you. You knew better than to feel this way towards him. Now, you're ruining something delicate you had with him just because you decided to have feelings. 

Is it better if you weren’t married to him in the first place?

You might still be good friends with him until at least you’re 40 or something, until he forgot you. But now?

There’s only one solution for you right now: avoid him at all costs. You’re still too emotional. The next step is to numb your feelings. That’s easy, right?

In the morning, you wake up earlier than usual, hoping to avoid bumping into Kiyoomi. Knowing his routine, you're confident you can leave the apartment without seeing him. Thankfully, he did stick to his schedule, allowing you to slip out unnoticed.

You stop by the coffee shop near your office to buy coffee and a pastry for breakfast. Suddenly, you remember that you didn’t make him breakfast this morning. It’s not like you feel you owe him or something, not a guilty feeling either. You’re just dwelling on the fact that he will see that there’s no food for him on the table, which maybe he didn’t expect. Then, he will have to— stop. Why does your mind still drift to him somehow? First step you need to do is to not think about him. 

But throughout the day at the office, your mind keeps pulling you back to the memories of the last few days. Sitting at your desk, you reflect on the past six months of your marriage, replaying every moment.

Wait. Tami is coming into town. Shit. You feel terrible about potentially dumping all your problems on her. The plan was to have fun, but now... well, shit happens, and you created this mess yourself.

When it’s finally time to go home, you pack your things quickly. You had a phone call with Tami and suggested a night out at a club. She was surprised, but you insisted you needed to let loose after a tough day at work. The truth is, you don't want to burden her with your problems right now. In a quieter setting, she would see right through you and probe for details. You know she expected a more relaxed evening to catch up. You'll tell her everything eventually, just not now. Definitely not now. 

The reason why you get home as quickly as possible is that, of course, you want to avoid Kiyoomi. You know he always comes back later than you. That’s why you want to get home to get ready for a night out with Tami and leave before he arrives home.

As soon as you arrive at the hotel where Tami stays, Tami greets you warmly in the lobby and invites you up to her room so she can get ready. The moment you close the door behind you, she exclaims, "It’s been so long!! I miss you!" She runs over and hugs you tightly.

"I miss you so much, too!" you reply, returning the hug with equal enthusiasm.

She pulls back and studies your face. "Damn! You really do look tired! Work’s that bad, huh?"

You gulp, feeling the tension build. She reads you too well. "Ooh!" you blow air from your mouth, trying to lighten the mood. "It’s so bad! I was given a much more complicated task than before." You pull a distasteful face, hoping it sells the story. Thankfully, she seems to believe you.

You quickly switch the topic to her, "Anyway, how's everything with you and your husband? Are you still juggling those insane work hours?"

"Oh, you wouldn’t believe it! He’s been so busy with his projects, and I’ve had back-to-back meetings. Sometimes, we barely see each other!"

You nod, genuinely interested. "That sounds intense. How do you manage to keep up with everything?"

Tami laughs, "Barely! We’ve been trying to carve out time for each other, but it’s a struggle.”

She dives into her stories enthusiastically, and you find yourself getting lost in her words, grateful for the distraction.

Before heading to the club, you decide to call room service for dinner. While waiting, you help Tami get ready, doing her makeup and picking out an outfit. She looks stunning when you're done.

"Are you sure this looks okay?" Tami asks, checking herself in the mirror.

"You look amazing! Trust me, everyone's going to be jealous," you assure her, doing some touch-ups on your own makeup. She scoffs incredulously at you.

Once you're both ready, you get into Tami's car and drive to the club. "It’s been so long since we last went out. Remember our wild nights back in college?" she reminisces.

"How could I forget? Those were some of the best times," you laugh, feeling a sense of nostalgia.

As you arrive at the club, the excitement builds. IIt’s been so long since you went there. Probably last year? Or two years ago? You can’t really remember.

The pulsating beat of the music fills the air as you step into the vibrant club, a popular spot for night owls. The colorful lights dance around the room, casting an electric glow on everything they touch. Everyone is dressed to impress, and you're glad you’ve chosen an outfit that compliments you. 

“Let’s sit there first!” Tami points at a corner of the club, a quieter place than where you stand now. You nod and she grabs your hand to walk there. You order your first round of drinks—something light to start with—and settle into a cozy booth. 

“This place is lit!” Tami exclaims happily.

You agree with her, “Right? Let’s just have fun.” 

Tami nods at you. “Wait! I forgot. Isn’t Kiyoomi’s match tomorrow?”

You're silent for a second. To be honest, you're not planning to not go to his match. But your heart still feels heavy at the thought of seeing him so soon. You can't decide now. “Yeah. I’ll make sure to wake up right on time.” You offer her your best smile.

She frowns a bit at your dismissive answer. “Well… I haven’t heard anything about you both! Is there anything interesting happening?” she wiggles her eyebrows, her tone teasing.

Shit. You laugh at her question, “Well, you know? Just me and my friend living together. Nothing much, really. It’s just like living with your roommate.” You wave your hand dismissively. “We have separate lives, you know?” you say with a nervous laugh.

She smiles, “But, like—” she is interrupted as your drinks arrive. “Thank you,” you say to the waiter. You quickly take your drink and gulp it down.

Tami stares at you. “Whoa whoa. Wait. What was I gonna say?”

You shrug at her question, pointing at her drink. “Your drink looks good. What is it?” you ask, trying to distract her.

She looks at her drink and takes a sip. “It’s just my usual!” she says cheerily.

Phew. She's distracted. “Let’s finish the drinks and we’ll go to the dance floor!” You gulp more of your drink and finish it. At this point, Tami already notices something is off with you, but she knows you don’t want to tell her. Most likely it relates to Kiyoomi. Your answer is way too off.

As you and Tami get up, you order more drinks from the bar. It’s time to just let loose. As more drinks enter your system, the alcohol quickly starts to lift your spirits even higher. You grab Tami and walk to the dance floor.

On the dance floor, the lights flash and bodies move rhythmically to the music. You join in, losing yourselves in the rhythm, your worries melting away with each beat. You keep ordering more drinks, each one bringing you closer to that carefree state you crave. Tami asks you a few times whether you’re okay or if you want to go home. But you dismiss her, just nodding to any of her questions.

As you dance, you notice a few guys across the room. 'We can see other people anyway, right?' Kiyoomi's words ring in your head. It fucking stings. You can just do that too, right? Be with anyone you want. You’re not bound by anything. Nothing.

Wait. No. That’s just too fucking impulsive. Luckily, you still have a bit of your awareness left. You shake off the thought, focusing on the music and the moment. 

After a few more drinks, your movements become less coordinated, and everything seems a bit blurry. You find it harder to stay upright, the room spinning faster with each passing moment. You nearly black out, your vision narrowing and your balance completely gone. Tami quickly notices and guides you to a quieter area to sit down.

“Let’s go home!” Tami says urgently. “Do you want me to drive you to your home?”

You shake your head aggressively, “No! No, please. Let me stay in your room.”

Tami nods understandingly and helps you navigate out of the club to her car. You stagger slightly, leaning on Tami for support as the cool night air hits your face.

As the car starts moving, the combination of motion and the alcohol in your system makes you feel incredibly drowsy. The streetlights blur together as you drive, and you struggle to keep your eyes open. Your head feels heavy, and your thoughts become fragmented. One moment you’re aware of Tami talking next to you, the next moment everything seems to fade into darkness. You try to focus, but it's like grasping at shadows. The hum of the engine and the gentle rocking of the car lull you into a state where reality and dreams start to mix.

By the time you reach the hotel, you're barely conscious. Tami helps you out of the car, assisted by one of the hotel staff. The hotel lobby is a blur of lights and sounds, and the next thing you know, you're being gently laid down on the bed. The soft sheets feel like heaven against your skin, and you sink into them, finally allowing the blackout to take over completely.

Tami sits beside you, stroking your hair gently. "You’re going to be okay," she whispers, though her voice sounds distant. You try to muster a response, but all that comes out is a faint murmur.

The events of the night swirl in your mind like a distant storm. You think about Kiyoomi, the tension between you, and the nagging uncertainty of your relationship. The alcohol magnifies your emotions, making everything feel more intense and overwhelming.

Tami’s voice breaks through the haze. “Hey, get some sleep. We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” She pulls a blanket over you, and the warmth is comforting. You nod weakly, feeling the weight of the night pressing down on you.

As you drift off, you can’t help but replay the moments with Kiyoomi in your mind. The way he looked at you, the unspoken words hanging in the air, and the fear that maybe things will never be the same. But for now, you let the exhaustion take over, surrendering to the darkness and hoping that tomorrow will bring some clarity.

Taglist: @wolffmaiden , @fiannee , @nightlydream , @choizzn , @peachyaeger @crxm-dollx , @marisabel14 , @yunskook, @reimiiko

[soloroomies]

Life mate has me screaming agsskffldllaka

I love it sm, Can’t wait for the next chapter :3

thank you so much for enjoying the story!🥺❤️

[soloroomies]

Love your story so much!! Lifemate is just so good. Can’t wait for your updates

thank you so much for enjoying the story!! The main plot has been completed since I first posted it, so I pretty much just need to write the detail (which actually takes the most time lol😭)

[soloroomies]

lifemate (Chapter 10/ Sakusa x f!reader)

summary: coming to terms with the feeling you harbor for him, a feeling you dare not admit even to yourself. After all, he could never feel the same way about you, right? word count. 3.6k cw. marriage pact au, mature content, mild smut, fluff, angst a/n. moree fluffs and... here comes the storm... :(

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In the morning, you wake up to find Kiyoomi’s side of the bed empty. He’s already awake. You check your phone and see that it’s still 7 in the morning. Oh! Kiyoomi’s family is here. You get on your feet immediately, and as soon as you open the door, you're greeted by the sight of Granny and Kiyoomi’s dad having a conversation on the couch. You look around for Kiyoomi and see him sweeping near the balcony.

“Good morning,” you greet Kiyoomi’s dad and Granny as they greet you back.

You head to the kitchen and find Kiyoomi’s mom rummaging through the fridge. “Hey… mom,” you say, the word feeling a bit strange on your tongue, but you remember her telling you to call her mom.

“Oh, hey darling. I’m just looking for some ingredients to make breakfast,” she replies with a warm smile.

“Do you want pancakes? Because I already have the batter. It’s ready to be cooked.”

“That sounds good, darling. Let me just cook those,” she says.

You take out the airtight container with the batter inside and place it on the kitchen island. Kiyoomi’s mom opens it and starts scooping the batter onto the pan. While she’s cooking, you prepare the fruit for the pancake toppings. You put strawberries, blueberries, and chopped bananas in bowls so everyone can choose their own toppings. Then, you also take out butter and honey.

You glance over at Kiyoomi’s mom, who has finished making a stack of pancakes. She asks you to have some. You call everyone to the kitchen, and soon, everyone is seated in the living room, enjoying the breakfast together.

After eating, Kiyoomi’s mom suddenly announces that she brought something special from her house. “Here! I brought this photo album,” she says, waving the big photo album with a grin. “I think it would be cute if you both have this,” she adds. “Want to take a look?”

You nod enthusiastically as his mom sits on your left side. Kiyoomi, sitting on your right side, groans, “Mom, please. Not those pictures.” You lightly swat Kiyoomi’s thigh, trying to suppress a smile.

Kiyoomi’s mom starts to go through the photo album, showing a baby picture of Kiyoomi. You can’t help but coo at the picture, which shows him with doe eyes, chubby cheeks, and his two signature moles on his forehead. Some of the photos show him with his older siblings, with him being the smallest of the three. “Aw! Look at you! You used to be so small,” you say as he leans in to see the picture. He scoffs, as you pinch his cheek.

Granny, peeking from behind the couch, says cheekily, “You’d be happy to have a tiny version of both of you, I assure you.” You smile and look at Kiyoomi, noticing his ears reddening. Since when does he blush?! You laugh at him and cling to his arm, leaning on his shoulder. 

As you continue to flip through the pages, you see pictures of him in middle school, already looking taller. Then, there are high school pictures, which include some of you, him, and Komori. “You look the same,” Kiyoomi remarks, making you squint at him playfully.

“Is it a compliment?” you ask.

“It is,” he says so matter-of-factly, making you bite your lip, trying to contain yourself from blushing.

Kiyoomi’s mom points to another picture. “Here, this is when you came to the house to bake with me.” In the picture, your hands were covered in flour as Kiyoomi helped you put on an apron. You recall forgetting to wear it but deciding to put it on to avoid dirtying your shirt. You smile at the memory.

Kiyoomi’s mom giggles and points at another photo. “Here is one of your study sessions.” The picture shows tired faces of you and Kiyoomi, with Komori’s back facing the camera. 

“This is after you fell from the bike, right?” you ask.

Kiyoomi groans, “Please don’t remind me,” but you can see him smiling slightly, remembering the funny incident. You remember he was speed pedaling his bike in front of you, then stood and lifted his front wheel to ascend the next pavement to avoid a bump. However, the wheel unexpectedly came off its socket, the fork hit the ground, and he went flying a few meters onto the asphalt. It was super funny, and you were exploding with laughter, but you tried to calm yourself because you felt so bad for him. Thankfully, he was only left with minor scars. The next day was an exam, so you and Komori quickly treated him at his house and had a study session afterward.

“Sorry. It was funny!” you say, laying your hand on the side of his face. He frowns, but it literally looks like a pout, and you can’t help but feel endeared. So, you lean in and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. You notice him trying to fight his smile, which only makes you snicker.

After you go through the photo album, Kiyoomi places it on the shelf in the living room. You notice a tightness in your chest, feeling a wave of nostalgia for your life with Kiyoomi. You’re so glad that he has stayed close to you even after you both graduated from high school, despite you both having a very different career path which makes both of your worlds never collide. Also, despite his reserved personality, he still consistently shows efforts to be there for you. You always thought he would be a friend you met occasionally and that he might forget you as time passed. But here you are, married. Is this how the universe intends to keep you both close? You really don’t know.

After this realization, you can’t help but feel incredibly sentimental. You find yourself clinging to Kiyoomi's side, unable to pull away. You feel a bit guilty for being so clingy, but his reciprocation reassures you. When everyone decides to take a nap, you and Kiyoomi stay lounging on the couch. You keep asking him trivial questions, just to keep him close, and he answers each one with a soft tone. He pulls you by the waist, hugging you from behind as you both sit and talk. He kisses your shoulder occasionally, sending shivers down your spine. Despite feeling sleepy, you both continue to chat until you eventually drift off together on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms.

When you open your eyes, you see Kiyoomi’s parents and granny giggling in front of you. You find yourself still on the couch, with Kiyoomi starting to wake up behind you. “Oh dear, these lovebirds,” Granny says, still laughing. 

Kiyoomi’s mom smiles warmly. “We want to take a stroll around the town and explore some culinary delights. Wanna join?”

You nod eagerly. “Sure! Kiyoomi and I can recommend some great places!” you say as you get up, followed by Kiyoomi.

The day goes by with all of you strolling around the park and eating at a nearby restaurant. When the sun starts to set, you all take a seat back at the park to watch it. Kiyoomi’s mom buys some ice cream for everyone except Granny. Honestly, you’re surprised by how much walking Granny can manage. 

Kiyoomi’s mom explains, “She likes to walk a lot. She’s been doing it since she was young.”

You nod, understanding. That’s her secret to staying fit!

As you all sit and enjoy the sunset, you feel a deep sense of contentment. Surrounded by Kiyoomi’s family, sharing laughter and stories, you realize how much these moments mean to you. Kiyoomi’s hand finds yours, and he gives it a gentle squeeze. You look at him and smile.

The moment everyone arrives at the apartment, they quickly change into more comfortable clothes. The atmosphere is relaxed as everyone lounges on the couch, winding down with takeaway Thai food for dinner. Kiyoomi excuses himself early, mentioning he needs rest for his match tomorrow. His match is scheduled for 1 pm, while Komori also coincidentally has a match at 4 pm, so everyone plans to watch both.

You engage in a pleasant chat with Kiyoomi’s family until everyone starts to feel sleepy and decides to head to bed. Entering Kiyoomi’s room, you find the light already dimmed and Kiyoomi asleep. You lie on your side of the bed, slipping under the blanket. As you begin to drift off, you feel Kiyoomi rolls from his side of bed to yours, and wraps you in his arms. He always feels so warm. You turn your back to him and make yourself comfortable. His steady breath from behind you evokes a sense of warmth that makes you fall asleep even faster than usual.

In the morning, everyone starts getting ready. You and Kiyoomi’s mom make breakfast together, eat, and then you take a shower. The enthusiasm of Kiyoomi’s family to attend his match is evident, as they get ready quickly. Seeing Kiyoomi this morning, you're reminded of the fact that you both have been cuddling yesterday. The nap and last night’s sleep. You don’t know what happened between the both of you, but you can’t say you’re not happy with the change. It is a welcomed change.

At the stadium, you meet Komori and Mia. Kiyoomi heads off to practice and warm up with his team while you and the others take seats on the bleachers. You also run into Aiko, who joins you, and all of you start to engage in a small talk.

Before the match starts, you visit the team’s locker room to wish them luck. Today, Kiyoomi has more visitors than usual, and he looks a bit flustered by his family’s enthusiasm. You laugh and give him a hug before he lines up and steps onto the court.

MSBY is back in top form, securing a landslide victory after last week's tough loss. You cheer loudly, thrilled by the win and the joy on Kiyoomi’s family’s faces. Kiyoomi’s mom even scolds Granny to tone down her cheering a bit, earning laughter from others.

Afterward, you stay to watch Komori’s match with Kiyoomi, who has showered and changed, and his family. You're excited to see Komori in action again, especially after his match with Kiyoomi a few weeks ago.

A few minutes into the match, you find yourself getting really into it. You're happy to have Kiyoomi beside you to explain some tricks and terms in volleyball. 

"Damn! Mori is on fire," you exclaim.

Kiyoomi chuckles. "Yes, he is."

"Who's that number 7?" you ask, pointing at the player. Kiyoomi's gaze follows your finger.

"Oh, him?" Kiyoomi replies. You nod. "That's Suna Rintarō. He's the middle blocker."

You unknowingly observe the middle blocker with your mouth agape, amazed by his quick reflexes to block the opposing team's spike.

"What?" Kiyoomi asks, noticing your expression.

You snap your head to him at his bitter tone. "He's good," you say.

Kiyoomi scoffs. "Yeah. I was able to cut through his block anyway."

You raise your eyebrows at him. Okay. Is he… being jealous?! You laugh at his reaction. He keeps his stare ahead. Clinging to his arm, you say, "Of course, you're even better, Omi." You laugh again, not believing he could act like this.

After the match finishes, you part ways with Komori and head back home. As you arrive, Kiyoomi’s family starts to pack up to return to their home. You feel a pang of sadness as they wave goodbye, but you promise to visit them during the holiday season.

You start to move your belongings from Kiyoomi’s room to yours, feeling an unknown emotion stirring. But said emotion is most likely a negative one. Is it sadness? Why, though?

You're about to head to your room after dinner with Kiyoomi when you hear him call your name. You turn around. "Yeah?" 

He steps toward you and holds you by the waist, closing the distance between you. "I just–" he brings your hand to his cheek and kisses it, "I want to appreciate how wonderfully you’ve been hosting my family," he says earnestly.

You're taken aback by his affectionate words. He’s not usually this expressive. You smile at him. "It’s my pleasure, too, you know?" you reply, pulling him by the collar and tiptoeing your way to kiss him.

He lifts you up and carries you to his room. His lips trail from yours, moving downward as he undresses you. You feel weak at the knees under his ministrations, each touch lingering in a way you've never felt before. He worships every inch of your body with his hands and lips, kissing you from your calf to your core while mumbling praises. You can't find the strength to move a single muscle; he makes you that weak.

The way his eyes burn into yours and roam over your body doesn't make you feel exposed. Instead, it brings a profound sense of security and comfort. It makes you feel like you can entrust your whole life to him. When you kiss, you don’t want to stop. You just want him to be as close as possible to you.

As he thrusts into you, he looks dazzlingly handsome. Sweat glistens on his forehead, his hair framing his face so perfectly. He stares at you with such adoration, you can almost describe the feeling with a word. It teeters on the tip of your tongue. It can’t be. It can’t be, right? 

His hands entwine with yours, fitting perfectly. You feel a surge of that emotion so strong that it brings you to tears. And as you come undone with him, you let those tears flow, overwhelmed by the intensity of it. He hugs you tightly, kissing your teary eyes and gazing at you longingly while he caresses your hair.

As you start to calm down after your high, you begin to get up.

"Stay," Kiyoomi says, holding you by the waist. You always left. He always left. This is new. But honestly, you can’t find it in yourself to part ways with him either. It’s just your habit, to leave the room after you both had sex. You kiss him and nod. "Okay. I’ll just clean myself and bring my pillow here." He smiles contentedly at you.

When you return, he's still awake, watching you as you enter the room. You place your pillow beside him and slip under the blanket. Turning to face him, you see he’s already looking at you. He shortens the distance between you, just a breath away, and looks deeply into your eyes. Your face burns with shyness under his intense gaze. He smiles, caressing the side of your head, "You’re so beautiful," he says, kissing your forehead.

That night, you finally understand what it means to "sleep like a baby."

After that eventful night, you naturally become even closer to Kiyoomi. The wall that once kept you apart has crumbled away. Ironically, you've been sleeping in his bedroom for four nights in a row, despite having just moved all your belongings back to your own room.

At the office today, you receive a message from Kiyoomi. He informs you that he'll be home late and you should have dinner without him. You smile and reply, ‘Okay. Don’t be too late♡’.

Today is Thursday, and you're happy because tomorrow Tami is coming to town. She has some work to do in the morning, but nothing after that, so you both agree to catch up and have a night out together. She will also attend Kiyoomi’s match on Saturday. Despite your insistence that she stay in your apartment, she declined, saying she wants to enjoy staying in a hotel and ordering room service. You laugh at that.

When you get home after work, you quickly unwind, change your clothes, and make yourself dinner. However, after cooking, you realize you've made way too much food for just yourself. You're too used to making dinner for both of you.

After eating, you feel bored and alone in the house. You huff, glancing at the kitchen counter where the leftover food sits. A light bulb goes off in your head. Why not bring dinner to his practice?

You quickly pack the food and send him a few messages, letting him know you're coming to his practice. You know where he always trains, and maybe you could meet Fumi and have a chat with her. You’re way too bored to stay home alone.

You order an online taxi, checking your phone and noticing that Kiyoomi hasn’t replied to your texts. He's probably too busy to check his phone anyway.

You arrive at the gym where Kiyoomi practices every day. As you walk inside, the sounds of players practicing fill the air. You consider taking a seat in the bleachers but decide to go to the restroom first. While washing your hands, a very beautiful woman enters the room and starts washing her hands beside you. You notice that she keeps glancing at you through the reflection in the mirror. When you catch her eyes, you smile politely at her.

Just as you're about to leave, she speaks up. "You’re Omi’s wife, right?"

You’re surprised by her use of his nickname. She must be close to him. Turning around, you see her with an unreadable expression that makes you uncomfortable. Trying to remain polite, you reply, "Um, yeah." Your answer is met with a snicker. You raise your eyebrows at that.

"Sorry, do I know you?" you ask, genuinely curious.

"No, and it’s better if you don’t," she says, walking past you. Just before exiting the room, she gives you a final look. "It’s good that he decided to wife up someone. But, you know what? One woman isn’t enough for someone like him."

You’re left speechless, mouth agape. What the actual fuck? First of all, who is she? You're not asking this in a condescending way; you’re genuinely curious. She calls him Omi and the way she acts, she seems to hate you. Secondly, what in the world? You're flabbergasted at encountering a real-life mean girl. You thought the last time you'd see behavior like that was in middle school or something. You're almost 30 for god sake, and she looks around your age too. Seriously, you're shocked to the core.

Lastly, her final sentence stings. It feels like a slap, waking you from a daydream. The last few days have felt like a hallucination. Did you really believe that Kiyoomi could feel that way towards you? Were you being too naive?

You shake yourself from your thoughts, remembering why you came here in the first place: the dinner. You walk out of the restroom and coincidentally bump into Fumi.

"Oh, hey! I’m surprised to see you here! You want to see Sakusa-san?" she asks cheerily.

Still a bit distracted, you offer your best smile and nod at her. She looks at your hand and sees the food box you brought.

"Aw! You brought him dinner! Let’s see if he’s taking a break or not." She takes your hand and leads you to the bleachers to watch him on the court from there.

It turns out he is indeed taking a break, sitting on the bench. You’re about to come down from the bleachers to meet him when you see the woman you met in the restroom earlier approaching him. She sits beside Kiyoomi on the bench while he’s drinking water, and you notice they’re having a conversation. She wears a black tank top that hugs her curves perfectly, with a low neckline showing her cleavage. She's really beautiful, you think, feeling a wave of insecurity within you. You also notice that they’re sitting very close to each other.

You’ve always known Kiyoomi to be very particular about his personal space, usually keeping a distance from people, especially if he doesn’t know them well. But with the way she leans into him and how he seems unbothered, you can tell they are close. Then you see her put her hand on Kiyoomi’s thigh, making you walk away from where you’re sitting. Your heartbeat increases, and an emotion stirs inside you.

You didn’t realize that Fumi had been watching the whole ordeal and following you until she says, “Uh, yeah, I guess you already know her.”

You’re confused. “What?”

Fumi looks surprised. “Hasn’t Sakusa-san told you?”

You look away from her. “Uh, no.”

"I really don’t want to start anything between you," Fumi continues. "But now that you’ve seen it…"

Fumi hesitates before adding, “Um, they used to hook up. For… quite some time. Everyone practically knows it ‘cause she can’t keep her mouth shut. She’s part of our social media team.” She clears her throat.

You widen your eyes at that. Oh, right. What did you expect? He always attracts a lot of people. There’s no way he didn’t attract anyone in his workplace. Can you even blame him? He literally looks like that.

You bite your lip, feeling your chest tighten. Why the hell are you so frustrated? This is one of the things you’ve agreed to when you signed up for this. Why would this marriage stop him from getting any girl he wants? You’re not exclusive, right? Feeling the pitying stare from Fumi, you wave your hand dismissively and laugh.

"It’s okay. Everyone has their past, right?"

"The thing is," Fumi continues, "she still tries to seduce him or whatever. I mean, you saw how she put her hand on him!"

Fumi keeps talking about how the woman continues her advances despite knowing about his marriage. You feel overwhelmed by what you just saw, the information Fumi keeps giving you and your mind starts making up scenarios of something you hope is not true. You want to tell her that you’re not involved romantically like that, but of course, you can’t. And you’re not sure you can even speak on your behalf. Because, at least on your part, you do feel something nowadays. You’re fucked up. You really don’t know what to do.

Taglist: @wolffmaiden , @fiannee , @nightlydream , @choizzn , @peachyaeger @crxm-dollx , @marisabel14 , @yunskook

[soloroomies]

I just wanna say your lifemate au makes me so happy and got me giggling and kicking my feet at 4 am in the morning ahhh 😚😩

thank youu! i'm glad u enjoy the story❤️