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you always had the urge to nuzzle into osamu's neck whenever you see him.

and that urge had hit you so many times, over and over again.

there's that strange, quiet longing to nuzzle into it to know what it feels like. maybe it's the shape of his neck— the way it looked broad, warm, inviting (just like osamu himself the more you get to know him). you always wondered if it felt soft. if it smells faintly of baby powder or his natural musky scent. or maybe even something that's more like him? like soy sauce, the earth, the smell of salted rice.

you've even imagined nipping the bit of his skin where the curve of his shoulder meets his neck. you'd even imagine the sound he'd make. will he let out a startled yelp? a grunt, maybe? or possibly, he'd freeze by your touch, breath caught halfway in his throat.

his neck is way too attractive for some reason and the view from behind does not help at all. the way his hair slightly curls at his nape, the dip of it exposed when he cranes his head or leans forward to eat. especially when he takes off his cap and rubs the back of his neck? god. the sight makes you want to jump out of your seat and bite it.

this man really is attractive for no reason at all.

a/n: was literally just going through edits of him in tt and i went "his neck looks amazing holy shit" and boom here we are. would make a part 2 of this but uni got a hold of me (also the reason why this thing is written so shortly ToT)

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if i write how sexy and magnificent osamu's neck is to me then what

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no long distance series update but take my kuroo crumbs in return

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thinking about healthy arguments with kuroo

let's just say you're usually one to avoid arguments. the slightest bit of confrontation? you would try and steer away from it. you would instinctively flinch at the thought of arguments that could escalate to screaming wars, which reminded you of your parents' loud and messy confrontations that clouded your childhood. so whenever conversations went close to something sharper, deeper, or heavier that had even the tiniest bit resemblance of opposition, you would shut down and retreat behind silence.

kuroo understood though. he too was also a child of divorce, after all. he understood how it felt like growing up under the same kind of chaos which was then bound for separation. being his parents' son, he knew why you flinched when voices rose or why you walked away instead of pushing back.

but unlike his parents, kuroo wanted to break that cycle.

he wanted to argue with you. not in anger, not out of spite

but in a healthy and honest way.

“y/n, can we please just talk about it?”

“tetsu, i don't want to talk about it. ”

“i know you don't like this. i know arguments scare you.”

“i just… i don't want to fight like–”

“like them. yeah. me neither. but that's exactly the reason why i think we should talk.”

you finally glanced at him. his eyes were warm and his smile was sad and looking at him nearly undid you. he looked at you with such gentleness it ached.

“i just don’t want the same thing to happen to us, tetsu.”

“neither do i. but i want to talk,”

his lithe hand found yours, intertwining your fingers with care. then he continued,

“i want to talk to you, to be able to… have hard conversations. not because i enjoy fighting. god, no. but because i love you too much to let things fester in silence.”

“but what if it turns ugly? what if we—if i say something i can’t take back?”

his grip on your hand tightened.

“i grew up with that too, remember? i know what ugly fights look like. the yelling. the blame. the door slamming. the silence after.”

he swallowed.

“i hated how it felt and i don’t want that for us either, but i also don’t want us to pretend everything’s okay when it’s not. i want to believe that we can build something different. a place where you’re safe to be upset, where i’m safe to be upset, a place where we’re still… us. and not our parents.”

kuroo cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin as if trying to soothe not just your fear, but his. also his own.

“we can learn,” he whispered. “together. slowly. we can mess up, and try again. i know i can be messy sometimes. that i might fuck things up too, but i’ll be patient. i’ll be careful with you. with us.”

your vision blurred and your chest was heavy as you leaned into his touch.

“promise?”

“cross my heart. i love you too much to let fear steal this from us.”

you let out a shaky breath as if trying to expel the heaviness in your chest, your forehead resting against his. the fear vanished and the weight within you had eased. all because you realized you weren’t carrying it alone anymore.

“okay,” you whispered. “we’ll try. i'll try.”

and he smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“that’s all i’ll ever ask.”

a/n: this is so corny bye HAHAHA. correct me if im wrong but kuroo being a child of divorce is just a hc? butttt he lives with his father and grandparents while his mother and unnamed sister aren't really mentioned that a lot. that's based on the hq wiki but anyways, i know that kuroo definitely ragebaits and tests people’s patience, but TRUSSTTT that he's definitely gentle with the people he loves.

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Your theme is soooo ❤️‍🔥😍

thank you thank you i tried my best 😚 though, i might have to make a few changes in the future because i'm still unsatisfied with the layout. as well as adding a few rules to my blog and fixing my masterlist page. anywayzzz, thank you so much for the compliment!!!! 🙂‍↕️

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off topic from what i usually post but i had a dream i was friends with this random dude in gnsn (yes i play genshin and im ar60 lmao) and i ended up becoming this guy's so called "spoiled little princess" and he bought me welkins and stuff all because i was friends with him and cooped all the time

no sugarbaby stuff or all that. he just whaled in my account because he said i was nice and friendly to him all the time. he didn't even ask for anything in return and mind you, i didn't even ask for anything to begin with wtf

what made things funnier is that this guy had a CHILDE pfp out of all the characters

this whole thing makes me want to write kenma (as your genshin playmate) in this scenario cos i think it'd be hilarious 😭

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05. raindrops ˋ°•*⁀➷✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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rain drizzled softly outside on a quiet friday afternoon. the weather had been like that lately— that is, gloomy skies and steady showers that made one tempted to curl up in bed and drift off to sleep. but instead of giving in to that feeling, you were seated at the dinner table of your quaint apartment. you were hunched over your notes, scribbling and finishing the last of your assignments when your phone buzzed again.

a video call.

from your boyfriend, suna.

for the second time today.

you sighed (lovingly), but a soft smile tugged at your lips and reached for your phone and propped it up.

“aren’t you supposed to be in practice?” you asked as the screen lit up with his face or rather, the upper half of it. a black mask covered the rest, and he held an umbrella in one hand, shielding himself from the steady rain. your question hung in the air as you turned your attention back to the mess of papers scattered across your desk.

“we finished early” he replied, the camera tilting and shaking slightly with movement as he walked. “just out on a walk. some me time.”

your brows furrowed as you took a quick glance back at the screen again, eyes scanning the passing background behind him as he briskly walked.

he's definitely not within the premises of the EJP gym, not the locker room either. the scene behind him were just wet trees, wet pavement, unfamiliar buildings, and the sounds of passing cars and distant motors. you see people passing by too, with hurried strides and umbrellas to shield themselves from the rain.

he was out, you assumed. most likely close to a main road judging by the bustling energy around him. the surroundings didn't ring many bells though but something about it made you suspicious.

“me time.” you echoed. “and you decided to spend it on a video call with me?”

“why not?”

“you’ve already called me twice today”

“still wasn't enough”

you huffed out a laugh, shaking your head in amusement and disbelief. “clingy much?”

“yep” he admitted without hesitation and a lazy grin tugged at the corner of his lips “only for you.”

suna was always straightforward with his words. blunt even. he rarely sugarcoats and his honesty had a way of catching you and everyone else off guard more often than not. but today… something felt... different.

he was in a good mood— a little too good to the point of suspicion, actually.

suspiciously good, suspiciously calm.

and, perhaps most telling of all, he was humming.

suna never hums. not unless he’s up to something.

the tune of his humming wasn’t even melodic nor intentional. it was just low and absentminded under his breath, one that hinted he was up to something mischievous.

there was even that faint, smug curve of his lips. the one he always wore when he was hiding something, especially when that something spelled nothing but trouble.

you knew that look, experienced the trouble yourself of being held under the smirk even. and whatever he was planning, you were absolutely sure of one thing:

he was enjoying every second of keeping you in the dark.

you squinted at the screen, decided to probe something more out of the man. “you’re acting weird.”

“i’m always weird.”

“weird-er.”

“maybe i just like seeing your face.”

“liar. what are you up to now?”

“nothing…” his voice lowered slightly, teasing you. “or maybe i just like watching you do your work. you look cute when you frown like that, all focused on your assignments."

you rolled your eyes but the warmth blooming in your cheeks betrayed you. “behave.”

he chuckled.

“hey, can you step out onto your balcony for a sec?”

you blinked, caught off guard by his sudden request. “what?”

“your balcony.” he repeated. “go check it.”

you narrowed your eyes. “rin—”

“trust me. just open it.”

then he hung up on the call, leaving you with no more questions. no context. no follow-up. just straight up silence. weird? but it's suna rintarou. what else do you expect from someone weird yet strangely lovable?

you stood up, pushing your chair back and moved your way quickly toward the balcony door. you slid the glass door open, stepping into the cool and damp air where the raindrops gently kissed your face. but you paid no mind to it.

you looked down and froze.

“you’re joking…”

standing right outside across the street of your apartment building was suna rintarou in the flesh.

hoodie on, backpack slung over one shoulder, and mask down to his chin, showing that stupid little grin on his lips that always get you.

“hi.” was all he mouthed before you darted back inside.

without even replying— without even thinking, actually — you bolted immediately out of your apartment, practically skipping some steps as you rushed down the stairs and feet barely touching the ground.

the moment you got outside, your steps slowed down.

there he was.

suna already stood at the steps of the entrance of your apartment building, slightly hunched as he caught his breath. his dark brown hair was damp from the rain. his backpack was hanging loosely off one shoulder. the jacket he wore was already speckled with raindrops and his cheeks were tinged with color—flushed from the run.

or maybe flushed with something else entirely.

his muted yellow eyes met yours. the look on his face was soft. earnest. like he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

suna barely had time to brace himself before you crashed into him with a full-force hug, arms around his neck and face buried in his shoulder as if you were trying to melt yourself into him. the sudden impact made his umbrella slip from his hand, tumbling uselessly to the wet pavement with a soft clatter. neither of you broke your hug to pick it up.

he laughed under his breath as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and spun you around.

“you’re here,” you mumbled breathless, brushing back his hair to check if he was really here and not just a figment of your imagination.

“you're really here… why you didn’t tell me—”

“wouldn’t be a surprise visit if i did.”

“you should’ve–”

you pulled back from the hug to 'reprimand' him but stopped when something flashed in your eyes. peeking out from beneath the neckline of his hoodie—that must've sticked out from the hugging— was a silver chain.

your breath got caught in your throat.

it was the silver necklace you gave him on his 18th birthday.

even now, you couldn't forget the exact moment he opened the box, how his usually unreadable face lit up with something soft and boyish. the way his eyes widened slightly, like he wasn’t expecting anything, but was completely overwhelmed by the thought behind it.

you remembered how quickly he clasped it around his neck, right then and there, before you'd even finished asking him the words, “do you like it?”

he looked at you dead in the eye and said dead serious

“i’m never taking this off… unless you tell me to.”

you reached up, fingers brushing the pendant gently. “you wore it.”

he shrugged coolly, a little sheepish with that cool little smile on his face. “of course i did. i was gonna see you.”

you laughed warmly, heart and emotion brimming in your chest. so you leaned in to kiss him. the kiss was soft, careful, reminiscent of a welcome.

the kiss was just that, until he held you closer. deeper. long and relentless. like he was trying to make up for every second he couldn’t do before and was afraid of letting you go.

when the two of you finally broke apart, he murmured against your lips, breath shaky.

“god, i forgot how addicting it was to kiss you”

you could only hold him in your arms as he buried his face against your shoulder.

“i missed you so much”

a brief silence filled the air.

“rintarou”

“hm?”

“there are people watching” you whispered, voice barely audible against the rain.

across the street, a couple had slowed down, gleefully grinning like they’d just witnessed a scene of a romance movie. behind the front desk of your apartment lobby, the receptionist was shaking his head in amused disbelief, clearly entertained and above you, your curious neighbors were peeking out from their balconies. even some were pretending to water plants they didn’t even have just to watch you and suna and the others were fully and completely invested, not even trying to hide about it.

but suna didn’t flinch. he only held you tighter.

“let them. i want them to see how much i missed you.”

you blinked, stunned by his straightforward words. “wow, and here i thought you were shy of pda?”

“i’ve missed you too damn much to care about that right now.”

you both were already drenched by the raindrops but none of that mattered.

you kissed him again. and just like your running a moment ago, you kissed him without a care, without a thought. because he was here, finally, and that was all that mattered.

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saw suna's swimwear art in that hq gacha game and it got me acting up help

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04. sickness and worriesˏˋ°•*⁀➷✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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you were sick— fatigue and all hitting you all at once.

you stayed up too late finishing college work and studying, skipped a few too many meals, got soaked in the rain, and scorched under the heat of the sun without even taking a moment's rest. now the consequences were finally catching up to your body.

the rain pattered against your roof and windows, making the atmosphere feel even more under-the-weather kind of vibe. resting on your bed, you barely even had the strength to reach for your phone beside you when it buzzed. the screen flashed his name with a notification continuously pinging to start a videocall. for a moment, you considered ignoring it—feeling miserable and just wanting to focus on sleeping off the pain and relaxing as a priority— but you knew better. 

suna would just keep calling until you answered.

so you swiped the call button to pick up.

“rinnn” you groaned his name in slight pain, voice muffled from the mask you were wearing.

“yikes, you sound terrific,” was the first thing he said, but it was clear that his voice was laced with worry.

“hello to you too,” you rasped, voice scratchy and weak. then all of a sudden, you let out a heavy cough. a cough hard enough to send vibrations into your head, triggering heavy waves of headaches. you groaned for a bit and squeezed your eyes shut, grimacing the pains that flooded your head. 

he frowned immediately. his usual cool face cracking into something wearisome that filled the screen. his hair was slightly messy too, probably from running his hand through it too much. 

“why didn't you text me you were sick?”

“i didn’t want you to worry. you’re already busy enough as it is.”

“y/n,” his voice lowered, soft but firm, “how am i not supposed to worry?”

you tried to smile but it came out more like a grimace. “it’s just a fever. and a little cough. but don't worry, my mom’s coming over to take care of me.”

“how high?”

“what?”

“how high is your fever?”

“moderate...”

“how high.”

you sighed. “38.9”

his expression instantly darkened. “have you eaten? taken meds? drank water?”

“yes to all that, dad.”

“don’t even try to be funny right now, y/n.”

usually suna would've cracked a joke or be blatantly sarcastic around these types of situations but you could see how frustrated he was and how badly he wished he was there. he may have his usual stoic expression he always donned on but his eyes were filled with worry and slight panic, his hands practically gripping the sides of the phone.

“i’m fine, rin.” you reassured him

“no, you're not. you don’t sound fine.”

you closed your eyes briefly, exhaustion pulling you down. “i just want to sleep, rin.”

suna let out a sigh. “i know. but atleast make sure you eat properly enough later, okay? please.”

you nodded weakly and his eyes softened even more, voice dropping to a near whisper.

“i hate being so far when you’re like this.”

“i know and i’m happy you're worried about me. i really am. but, my mom’s coming over right now so you don't have to worry too much. ”

“okay… but if i was there, i’d try to make you warm soup but you know the kitchen and i aren't that compatible. so i'll just lay beside you even if you fall asleep. then steal your blanket when you’re out cold.”

you let out a tired chuckle. you're glad he's cracking a bit right there with the jokes. it made the situation lighter than it really was.

“you really would. just wear a mask while you're at it. i don't want you to catch my cold when you're out there winning competitions.”

he smiled faintly but his brows were still pinched with concern. “i’m sending a delivery, okay? soup, meds, something sweet too. i'll tell auntie i’m sending food for the both of you. just promise me you’ll rest and get well soon, okay?”

there was a pause. a moment of hesitation welled up within you. 

he honestly didn't have to do that. you didn't want to bother suna, especially not while you're sick. the last thing you ever wanted to be was becoming someone's burden—his burden, specifically— knowing he was far away and couldn't be there physically. you hated feeling like an inconvenience and that’s why, for as long as you could remember, you taught and built yourself to stand on your own without relying on anyone else when all things crumble down. 

despite being his person and all the years of being together, you still felt a pang of guilt knowing you'd made him worry. helpless. that you let him see you like this.

but… you were also quietly grateful. to say the least. 

“y/n?” the soft timbre of his voice cut off all the thoughts in your head.

you sighed weakly “i promise.”

“good. and keep your phone beside you in case you need me.”

“it’s always beside me, you idiot.”

“i mean it,” he said, voice a little quieter now, almost fragile.

“you’re my person. if anything happens and i’m not there, even if your mom is, i need to know so promise you’ll call me.”

you blinked, throat tightening and heart clenching at the rawness of his voice. his words alone were confirmation enough to silence the doubts in your mind and the idea of being an inconvenience. with reassurance in your heart, you whispered to him a promise.

“okay. i’ll call you, i promise”

“rest, okay? i’ll stay on call so get some sleep before auntie arrives.”

“mhm.”

and so you did. his quiet breathing and the soft hum of his voice lulled you into sleep, the screen glowing beside your pillow. not quite the same as having him here, but close enough to calm your sickness and worries.

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03. too soft for fightsˏˋ°•*⁀➷✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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the fight (it wasn't even a fight just a silly squabble, really) started over something dumb.

like really, extremely dumb.

it was a usual evening call. you were multitasking: folding clothes while talking to suna, who was true to form, laying flat on his bed on the phone and staring into the screen. you glanced up at him and narrowed your eyes, recognizing that familiar habit of him just by a glance alone.

“are you scrolling while we’re talking?” 

he didn’t even flinch. “multitasking.”

'well that makes both of us'

“rin.”

“what?” his voice was deadpan. “i’m listening. you said you bought three new sets of towels and accidentally got two beige instead of grey. and that you’re folding socks right now but you hate folding socks because somehow, one pair always disappear into some void.”

you blinked, impressed. “okay, impressive… but still.”

“i’m just scrolling.” he sat up and lifted his phone closer to his face. “look. this one’s literally us.”

he sent you something in your dms. you checked to see it was a picture of a clingy cat wrapping its entire body around another very unamused-looking cat, with the caption that says something about your partner who secretly likes being smothered 24/7

you snorted. “that’s disturbingly accurate. you’re the clingy one by the way.”

“just building a meme archive for us. i have a folder with 100 plus pictures for you sitting in my gallery. for morale purposes in case you’re feeling down.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

“chronically online, babe. i’ve accepted it.”

“you’re gonna be like this if we somehow end up living together too, aren’t you?”

“oh absolutely. except now i get to wake you up and physically show you every meme i find at 2am instead of sending it through chat.”

you groaned dramatically. “that sounds like a nightmare.”

“you still love me anyway.”

“unfortunately.”

“shut up, you’re smiling.”

you shook your head fondly as you continued folding. then stopped when a thought suddenly popped in your head, reminding you of a certain conversation you and suna had before,

“oh and speaking of, i just KNOW the stuff you’d be wearing at home.”

“okay, we’re not going back to this conversation, are we–” 

“i’m just saying,” you argued, pointing at him through the screen, “socks and sandals should be an illegal fashion choice, especially when you’re going out.”

suna narrowed his eyes, unimpressed. “you’re being dramatic.”

“i’m not— it’s a crime against fashion, i mean have you taken a proper look at it? the socks and sandals clash with each other, rin. you look like a disappointed uncle who decided to give up halfway through the dress code.”

“first off, these are high-performance sandals, the velcro is elite, the socks are thermal, you can see that i’m optimizing comfort and temperature. it’s comfortable.”

“it’s embarrassing.”

“it’s practical,” he deadpanned. “and comfortable.” he repeated like you hadn't heard it at the first time. “you’re just jealous you can’t pull off high peak fashion like me.” 

“peak fashion meaning looking like a loser? yeah, sure” 

“i’d still look good anyways.”

well, that you couldn’t deny. whether he puts effort into his fashion or not, he still managed to look good every time. and it’s thanks to that irritatingly handsome face of his. 

you groaned. “if you show up at the airport wearing socks and sandals when you visit, i’m turning around and going home.”

he leaned back against his headboard, wearing that lazy grin that always make you want to throw something at him. a chair probably. 

“nah, you’d still run into my arms the moment you saw me.”

“you wish.”

“not wish—i know,” he corrected you, smugly. “because you love me.”

“not if you’re wearing socks and sandals.”

the conversation paused for a second. both of you staring at each other through the screen with narrowed eyes and twitching lips. it was stupid. absolutely stupid.

“…we’re being ridiculous, aren’t we?” you finally admitted, breaking into a small laugh.

“completely,” suna agreed, though his grin never faded.

you exhaled through a laugh, shaking your head. 

“honestly, why do we always end up fighting over the dumbest things?”

“because we can’t fight over serious things. we’re too soft for that.”

there it was again— the shift. from playful to sincere, so effortlessly.

“i miss you, you know?” he said quietly.

“i know, you keep on saying that. i miss you too.”

“even if you hate my socks and sandals.”

“especially because i hate your socks and sandals.”

he laughed, low and easy. “i’ll leave them outside when i visit. so you can scold me in person.”

“and flick your forehead for being an idiot.”

“good. gives me an excuse to pull you closer after.”

you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. the silly squabble had faded into easy and comfortable silence as you talked about nothing in particular. about his practice, your day, and everything else.

a/n: sorry to the people who loves wearing socks with sandals. this was for plot purposes. i think suna knows how to dress well and his closet is full of good clothes. he's just lazy about it.

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02. surprise packageˏˋ°•*⁀➷✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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a completely unexpected doorbell rang in your apartment on a peaceful saturday morning. you weren’t really expecting anything but an uneventful morning that day but as you opened the door, a large-sized box sat neatly on your doorstep next to a delivery man holding something to sign.

no note, no obvious sender, the delivery man didn’t say anything else but asked you to sign a paper for confirmation before he left and bid you goodbye. 

it was suspicious,

but you had an inkling from where—no, who—it came from.

you picked the box up and gave it a gentle shake. it didn't make any sound but you could tell that the box was neatly packed and sealed with care like whoever prepared it didn’t want anything shifting or breaking out of place. as you turned it over a few times, you finally noticed a small but familiar handwriting scribbled on one corner:

“for my favorite person. (that’s you btw, just in case you’re talking to someone else right now.) — rin”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes, biting back a smile.

and of course, as if on cue, the moment you shut the door close, your phone buzzed. 

speak of the devil and the devil is here. 

rin ♡: check your doorstep.

you: a little too late for that, don’t you think?

a second later, he video called you immediately.

“you got it?”

“i did. should i be worried? is this going to explode? won't i get hurt? this looks too suspicious, you know?” you teased while walking back to your couch with the box in hand.

“it’ll explode with my super duper awesome love for my super duper awesome girlfriend, yeah it's gonna hurt alright.”

“ew, cringe.”

“shut up and open it.”

you propped your phone on a mug on top of the coffee table in front of your couch and took the scissors out of the table's drawers. you then carefully cut and peeled the tape off. you opened the flaps of the box and took a look inside. 

what's inside of the box almost shook your entire world. 

inside were layers of neatly packed items: a few of your favorite items and your favorite brand of instant coffee of which you’d been complaining was out of stock. a fox plushie and a few boxes of those strange-looking mugs you mentioned weeks ago in passing. a small bag of those weirdly specific snacks you loved that you knew he had to hunt for, the phone charms, and on top of it all, a picture of him wearing his usual ejp jacket and holding a thumbs-up in his own apartment with the words scribbled across the bottom: 

“miss you like crazy.”

you froze for a second, throat tightening.

“oh my god, rin…” you whispered, feeling a surge of warmth rising within the depths of your chest.

“you like it?” his voice softened, dropping the usual teasing tone and waiting to see your reaction.

“i love it. you’re such a sap.”

“i know,” he said. “i can’t help it when it’s you. i miss you...” 

you bit your lip, trying not to sound too giddy or choked up or overwhelmed by the rush of feelings that's been bubbling in your chest. there was a soft and quiet pause as you admired the gifts. then you sighed.

“i really miss you too,” you muttered, barely above a whisper. “also, how did you even get enough money for all of this? this is a lot for a surprise package, rin.”

you heard him scoff on the other end. “perks of being a pro athlete” he hummed softly.

“still, you didn't have to go all out.”

“i just wanted you to have a few things that feel like me, okay?” he muttered softly through the screen, as if reaching through the call to pull you close.

“you spoil me too much, rin. you’re already my whole apartment at this point, i'm even wearing your hoodie, see?” you mumbled, angling your phone far away to show him the hoodie of his you were wearing.

“and i like it that way.”

“but still, i feel bad you spent this much when you could’ve used it for something practical, you know? you really didn't hav--”

“but i wanted to,” he cut in, firm and gentle. “i like seeing you happy. even if it’s over something small or sentimental or stupid. especially when i can’t be there with you.”

really, you swore that statement made you feel like your heart was going to explode.

“okay,” you whispered, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. “but next time, i’m spoiling you, got it?”

“you’re so persistent... fine, i'll let you spoil me because you feel guilty and not because i wanted it okay?”

“pfft, whatever.”

for a while, neither of you said anything. you both were just there, together. through a screen, through a package, far away in distance but still together.

long distance relationships may suck but love like his? it made it bearable.

.

.

.

“rin?”

“yeah?”

“i am so buying you ice pops when you visit here”

“bet”

a/n: suna may or may not have done some few favors and heavy lifting that earned him some extra side cash when he's not playing professionally for the season. but he's not telling you that. photo credits belong to loony!!

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01. video call ˏˋ°•*⁀➷✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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you: i’m home

you had barely sunk into your couch after a really long day in college when you sent suna that really short message. then suddenly–

RIIIINNGGG

one second. that was just it. it only took one second before your phone loudly buzzed with an incoming video call from him. ‘he didn't even give me time to breathe, damn’ you thought to yourself but nevertheless, you picked it up.

“rin, i literally just got home.” you laughed. that was the first thing you said to him, not even bothering him with saying a hello or any other proper greetings you could think of.

“great. now let me talk.” he said, unbothered. typical suna. typical of him to hold whatever he wanted to say the entire day just waiting for you.

that’s suna rintarou for you. suna, the guy who would play it cool and be nonchalant with everyone else but when it came to you? he would melt.

he always needed to hear your voice the moment you’re safe and sound inside your home like he can't live for another second not knowing that you're okay. he’s the man who would always get grumpy (but in a soft way) when you forget to message him as soon as you reach home. he always said it’s about your safety (which is true!) but you know a part of him just likes knowing exactly where you are.

you used to tease him about it, calling him clingy and obsessive, but it's all just a joke really. you found it cute and endearing instead— the way his concern was always quiet and steady. it somehow reminded you of the sea on the early rise of the morning.

suna had dove into his debrief immediately on your call, saving it all day just waiting for you to arrive home just to share it with you.

“so this morning, i had a breakfast sandwich with that coffee you always talk about? i hate to admit it, but it was actually really good i can't believe you never let me try that out before.”

“excuse you, i did! you refuse every time i offered because you always stick to fruit juices like a little kid!”

“fair,” he chuckled. “anyway, i totally knocked out during the whole train ride to tokyo. got to the hotel, unpacked... then took another nap.”

“you could sleep literally anywhere at anytime, that's crazy.”

“it's a talent. yeah, go ahead and be jealous about it. i know you still love me.” he said proudly with a lazy grin on his face, earning a scoff out of you. then he continued.

“we had dinner at this really nice place. really great restaurant—food was insane. i swear, i’m bringing you there if we visit. you'll love it. oh and -wait- yeah, bought you some phone charms too. they reminded me of you.”

“awee, how sweet of you to think of me while you're off living your best life.”

“of course. you're always on my mind, you idiot.”

and that’s just how the two of you always were in this long distance relationship. small updates and endless teasing that kept you both steady miles apart it felt like distance couldn't even stand a chance. distance or not, you were the only person suna could share everything with. whether it be late-night cravings or earphones at the bus ride, or whispered secrets under bedsheets, unspoken fears in the dark, or even the kind of silence that said more than words ever could, suna had always talked and shared about it to you more than anyone else he could.

because at the end of the day, no matter where he went or how far he traveled, it was you. it’s always been you.

the one he trusted most. the one he kept coming back to.

suna's voice was low and soothing, filling the tranquility of your apartment like background music as you moved around. you head to your bathroom to cool off after a long day and placed your phone on the sink. you hummed every time in response as he talked on and on, your fingers already unbuttoning your blouse.

he continued talking but the moment you took your blouse off and revealed your camisole underneath, there was a pause. the sound of his breathing shifted slightly.

you noticed his silence.

“rin?”

“someone’s giving me a show i just have to watch right now,” he murmured, voice dropping half an octave. “you look so good.”

you smirked, glancing at the screen where his face filled the frame, eyes hooded and lips twitching like he was trying very hard not to grin too wide. he looked so funny you had to hold in your laugh just so you could tease him.

“focus. you said komori was—?”

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

“i miss you.”

you shook your head, chuckling softly. “you just missed seeing my body.”

“i miss your everything,” he murmured so softly it made your heart squeeze a little.

suna was never one to say his feelings out loud, doing it so rarely often. back when you were still together without the long distance arrangement, he let his actions speak for him. holding your hand a little tighter on rough days, sliding your favorite snack onto your desk without a word, resting his head on your shoulder when he was too tired to talk. that was his way of loving.

but maybe the years and the distance between you now had changed something in him. it softened his edges. maybe silence, this time, wasn’t enough. so him saying that in such a soft tone did make your heart squeeze a little.

you exited your bathroom after finishing up and settled onto the edge of your bed, still in view of the camera.

“you’re being soft.”

“for you? always.”

his voice was vulnerable. raw in that way reserved only for you. honest. unfiltered. soft that made the miles bearable, even when the aches of distance lingered heavy in your chest.

“come visit soon,” you whispered.

“i wish i was there right now,” he replied, resting his head against the hotel headboard. “i’d be lying on your bed. using your blankets. making you share your snacks.”

“more like stealing. and don't forget, you'd be hogging both the pillows and my side of the bed.”

“exactly.”

the call lingered on even as neither of you spoke for a while. only the sounds of your breathing and his quiet hums filling the silence between you two.

it wasn’t the same as having him next to you. but for tonight, this shared connection? it was enough for the both of you.

a/n: i hc suna becoming somewhat a yapper with someone he likes. when he puts his walls down, he just lets it all out. i also hc he likes fruit juices a lot because they taste the same as chuupet ice pops. also, if you reached till the end, tysm for reading 😚✨️. again, feel free to comment down if you'd like to be part of the taglist!

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[sunkissedmuse-riri]

ˋ°•*⁀➷✧･ﾟlong distance series (suna)ˋ°•*⁀➷✧･ﾟ

“even if we're miles apart, we will still find ways to hold each other.”

DESCRIPTION: a story of you and suna about quiet video calls, soft teasings, clingy reunions, and the slow journey from being miles apart to finally building a home together. with every chapter capturing the quiet tenderness of two people trying to stay close while being far apart.

PAIRING: suna rintarou x fem!reader

TAGS/CW: canon-compliant, timeskip, reader is in college, fluff, comfort, domestic vibes, long-distance relationships, slice of life, sfw (slight mentions of suggestive content), healthy arguments (more tba as more chapters are posted)

STATUS: incomplete (4/??)

00. long distance

01. video call

02. surprise package

03. too soft for fights

04. sickness and worries

05. raindrops

author's notes: this series will be all fluff and each chapters will be short and can be considered a small oneshot! this is just a chill pill project that i've been wanting to do to relieve myself from all the college stuff so it's not going to be very plot or content-heavy. just good vibes, corny stuff (don't come at me i love corny shit), and headcanons i thought about suna and how he's like in a relationship. photos used for the series are from pinterest and headers to @/cursed-carmine! my temporary m.list is right here

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already dropped the sakusa fic i've LONGED to finish for the past few months now watch me go inactive against my will jk im just working on a suna series i've been wanting to start so i won't be posting for a short while 😛

[sunkissedmuse-riri]

alone with you ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

description: a sakusa x fem!reader fic loosely inspired by olivie blake's alone with you in the ether.

tags: canon compliant, timeskip!sakusa, reader!art student, soft first meeting

a/n: do you guys think i should continue part 2? i intended this work to be a series but i got busy with other wips hehe. this chapter is only the beginning. chapter 2 is out there. somewhere... also, first time writing about sakusa. hashtag nervous (crying cos this kinda sucked and he's probably ooc). nevertheless, i hope you guys enjoyed the fic! photo credits belong to pinterest and mh_o_O9 on twt

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the art museum you volunteered as a docent always opened its doors when the clock strikes 10AM. if you arrived before that exact hour, you could feel the building’s usual quietness of the morning that echoed the galleries like a hushed reverence. a sacred silence.

asides from the masterpieces of artists from across periods of time displayed across the museum for all eyes to see, the early morning light spilling through the high windows and the beams of the sun casting the walls and floors were a few things you always adored looking at. the light left an enchanting glow to the museum, making it feel even more magical than usual.

these mornings were your favorite. you always loved the serendipity that comes along with it. it was something you always looked forward to. the quietness of these early moments always gives you a sense of peace and preparation before the hecticness of the day comes in.

but today’s hecticness came way too early than expected.

there was a bench that sat in the middle of one of the galleries. a wooden bench— old but sturdy and big enough to fit five people.

on it sat a lone young woman, completely occupying the entirety of the bench with papers and a clipboard that spread like scattered thoughts. the woman held a pen on one hand and a crumpled pamphlet from the museum on the other. the pamphlet was open to a section on descriptions and modern interpretations of some of the paintings and statues that belonged to the museum.

that woman is you, and you weren’t exactly ecstatic that morning. moody, in fact. you tapped your pen against your clipboard in irritation, your brows were drawn together in concentration. the silence helped you think. the solitude? even more.

actually, scratch that “solitude” part, because you felt the presence of a man standing in the same gallery as you.

you could see in your peripheral vision that the man was roaming around the room, observing the pieces in the gallery. you didn't mind him at first. customers are bound to roam around the galleries around this time since the museum had already opened for visitors after all.

but his presence had somehow disrupted your prior concentration.

and what made it more surprising was that he did something you didn't expect a stranger in a museum would do.

and that was-- the man would approach you.

“it’s not good manners to occupy an entire seat that's designed for many people.” the man’s voice said, a deep one that’s smooth like silk. a voice that unexpectedly, completely, and suddenly, cut into the thick air. 

startled, you looked up. 

the man stood a few feet away from you. tall, lean, dressed entirely in black. black slacks, black sweatshirt, and black mask, even carrying a matching duffel bag that was slung over one shoulder. his dark curls framed his face and swept at the side and the rest of his features were hidden behind the black mask. his eyes were piercing and sharp, almond-shaped, and there were two beauty marks above his one eye. 

you blinked for a moment, taken aback by this man's appearance and sudden presence. 

“i’m sorry, sir,” you immediately said, adjusting your papers and posture but making no move to gather your things and moving away. “i’m a little busy preparing for a presentation later. there are plenty of other benches in the other galleries. please, make yourself comfortable elsewhere.”

“the other areas are too crowded.” 

you blinked.

'crowded? but the museum just barely opened.'

you looked around and surveyed the area where you see a few people starting to fill the other galleries. sure, there may be people already roaming around the halls but it's not enough to call it crowded.

you gave him a second glance. 'he must be one of those people who prefers solitude then,' you thought to yourself. your eyes then drifted back to the black mask covering half his face. looking at the mask, your first initial thought was whether the man in front of you was sick or just a celebrity keeping his identity a secret.

or maybe he's just strange like that.

but you shrugged the thought away, focus shifting back towards your papers. this was something you urgently need to do before the clock hits 10:30.

the silence that followed stretched to what felt like minutes but only a few seconds had passed when the man decided to sit down right at the edge of the bench, watching you.

you didn’t look at him as he sat down but you felt him. quiet, unmoving, and entirely too close for a room this big. this man could’ve sat anywhere so why here? why isn’t he leaving?

he hadn't said a word and you didn't pay any attention to him. but you felt conscious and cautious nonetheless. he was sitting beside you in this massive room when he could be anywhere else, after all. whatever the reason, he wasn’t speaking, and you had better and more important things to do so you tried to focus back to your papers, trying to drown out the cautiousness buzzing under your skin.

but it's hard to do so when his presence and overwhelming silence lingered at the edge of your mind (and at the edge of the seat) staring at you. the way his stare reminded you of the feeling where there was definitely something wrong in an artwork that you couldn’t quite figure out.

after a long beat of silence, he spoke again.

“what are you doing?” the man asked.

feeling obligated to answer him, you looked back at him for a moment. then you went back to your papers.

“i'm working on something.”

“working on what, exactly?”

“a presentation outline.” 

“what for?” 

what is he curious about? you furrowed your eyebrows, then released a small huff.

“some volleyball players are scheduled to visit today. the museum and a volleyball team called the MSBY Jackals are co-hosting a program to explore the connection between art and athletics and they’re starting it off with a guided tour.” you sighed, rubbing your temple as you recount your current frustrations. 

“i was assigned to assist archiving today, but the original guide for this tour called in sick, and apparently i was the most ‘capable’ replacement among the staff. and i'm not even officially part of the staff. they just told me this morning. with no heads-up from last night. no time to prepare. not enough time to familiarize the members of the team nor the team itself-- well, no actually, scratch that. a little time to prepare to be exact. which is, what i’m doing right now but it's not–”

you caught yourself rambling and abruptly cupped your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from talking. then you exhaled. 

“sorry, i didn’t mean to ramble there, sir. i could get carried away sometimes when i talk.”

“mhm.” the man didn’t say anything else and just nodded, but his eyes read no worries loud and clear.

“so, you work here,” he noted, arms crossed on his chest.

“yes, i do, sir.”

“as what?”

“a docent. mostly.”

“mostly?”

you nodded. “i'm just a volunteer so they tend to assign me to whatever needs tp be doing. mostly tours, archives, admin, sometimes even at the cafe. but i mostly do tours.”

“why not work that in the office then?”

“...you mean?” you asked, unsure with what the man meant with that question. both you and him locked eyes for a moment before the man looked down and pointed to the papers on the bench.

you mouthed an “oh” for a moment then raised an eyebrow, an annoying feeling momentarily surged within you. 'this man certainly asks a lot of questions.'

“too many people there, it will throw off my concentration. plus, my coworkers love dumping their work on me if i’m on sight.”

“you must be reliable, then.”

you looked at him then, more fully this time. the corners of his eyes creased ever so slightly. the crease did not resemble a full smile, yet something very close.

“too reliable for my own good, it seems. you sound like someone who knows what that's like, sir.” 

the man didn't answer right away.

“maybe.” he replied, looking away to stare at the painting that displayed right in front of you both.

silence filled the air, thick with something almost warm. the air between you two shifted from something formal to something curious. like a shared connection. like something within you wants to know more of the person right in front of you.

you found yourself staring at his profile longer than you should have. the man was… beautiful. gracefully so. even with the mask. he was sharp in all the places that made you stare, soft in all the ways that made you linger.

“and you?” you asked softly, feeling compelled to ask. “what are you doing here, sir?”

he turned slightly toward you. “i was admiring the artwork… until i wandered in here.”

“are you alone, sir?”

the man locked eyes with you.

“i’m alone with you.”

your breath hitched.

you looked down quickly, pretending to fix the corner of one of your papers to try and conceal your flusteredness. "was that, just now, a flirtation?' the thought made your stomach twist in that strange, unfamiliar way—half panic, half thrill—with your heart pacing just a little bit. you tried to steady your composure so you asked, clearing your throat. 

“are you an art person of sorts, sir?”

“what makes you say that?”

“you look like an art person. you give off the vibe.”

he tilted his head. “and what kind of vibe is that?”

“the kind that wears black and stares at abstract paintings like they’re speaking to him.”

he gave a soft, breathy chuckle. “well. if cleaning is considered an art, then yes i’m very much an art person.”

you laughed, slipping out before you had a chance to stop it, but your laugh was genuine and small. 

“cleaning? haha you’re kind of odd, sir.”

“kind of?”

“yeah, but in a good way, i can tell.” 

for a fleeting moment, something softened in his eyes. soft just enough to make you feel breathless. the man then checked his watch then stood up, reaching for his duffel bag. “see you later then, miss l/n.”

your heart paused.

'how does he even know my name?' you pondered.

you watched him walk away, footsteps quiet against the marbled floor. by the time he disappeared into view, you were still pondering on how that man was able to catch your name without even introducing yourself nor mentioning it the entire time. until you remembered the nameplate pinned on the left side of your chest. your eyes drifted to it and you let out a breath of relief. 

'right. that.' your eyes then flickered toward the hallway he disappeared into.

it was almost time.

and for the first time that morning, you noticed that you weren't dreading the presentation anymore. like a heavy feeling was lifted off from your shoulders.

but still… there was still one question that was left bugging in your mind.

'what did that strange man meant by ‘later’?'

.

.

.

you nearly dropped your clipboard.

wait…

wait—

you couldn't believe what your eyes just saw.

you were standing near the entrance of the first exhibit hall of the museum with your clipboard tucked close to your chest and a faint nervousness settling deep into your bones. you had done tours before, of course. it's not like this was your first rodeo, but you had never done tours for professional athletes before and certainly not after only forty minutes or so of prepping.

and what made matters more interesting you had in mind was the encounter earlier. the man in black, the one who stole your peace and attention—with endless mundane questions that you decided to conclude as inquisitiveness—had disappeared into the halls of the museum without another word. and yet… you couldn’t stop wondering if he’d really meant it when he said see you later.

your thoughts shattered the moment the group finally arrived. the so-called MSBY Volleyball Team.

they entered the building like they owned the space, laughter echoing throughout the halls. among the crowd was someone with his tangerine-colored hair and sun-kissed skin who lit up the room without even trying. another followed close behind, all swagger and charm with his dyed blond hair and cocky grin. there was also another who was loud and animated, his black and white hair spiking in every direction, already looked like he was having the time of his life. the rest of the team trailed in with a natural ease, tall and broad-shouldered, their presence unmistakable. at the front was someone who you assumed to be their captain, who was exuding calm authority with every step.

their presence definitely made you nervous. they were boisterous, tall, and impossible to ignore.

but that feeling immediately vanished the moment he walked in.

walking behind the others, the same black duffel bag still slung lazily across his shoulder, curls still tousled from earlier, and that black mask still covering the lower half of his face.

a deep, sinking feeling welled within your chest.

'wait—that's..!'

your mysterious bench companion.

that man wasn’t just some art-loving wanderer.

he was one of them.

“alright, guys,” one of the event coordinators said (who was standing right beside you waiting), clapping his hands. “this is l/n y/n, one of our trusted docents and your guide for today. though this fine young lady is officially not part of the staff, she’s very familiar with every painting or any other artwork in this museum! one of the most knowledgeable, in fact! so if you have any deeper questions, she’s the right one to ask.”

you cleared your throat, managing a polite smile. but a sense of panic rushed throughout your entire body as you found yourself in the same company of the man who you encountered just a few minutes ago.

“good morning, everyone. welcome to the museum.”

.

the man just stood quietly behind the crowd, watching. he hadn’t said a word since the tour started, walking a few steps behind the others, eyes lingering longer than the rest, and attention sharp and quiet. once or twice you caught him looking at you instead of the artwork.

and each time, he didn’t look away.

when the group paused to admire a large mural depicting chaotic bursts of color and movement, the man with dyed blonde hair (you soon learned his name to be miya atsumu) asked, “so, do ya just know all this stuff off the top of ya head?”

“of course, that's my job.” you replied, glancing subtly toward the dark haired man with the mask you had an encounter with just before the tour. you both made eye contact but you averted away from his gaze quickly, feeling quite awkward.

“i always have a presentation prepared for this. though, this one was kind of thrown on me last minute.”

the black haired man's voice came in smooth and low like velvet. 

“really? no one could even tell.” 

your heart fluttered you didn’t know how one sentence—calm, one that was barely above a murmur—could make you feel like this.

“thank you,” you said, a little too softly.

as the tour continued, the man fell into step beside you while the rest of the team moved ahead.

“i wasn't expecting you.” you admitted, eyes focusing on ahead as you watched the volleyball players engaging in a heated debate over which painting displayed on the wall looked the most like volleyball. 

“i did say i'd see you later.”

you smiled. “so you knew i’d be your tour guide?”

“i suspected.”

“and you didn't think to tell me that you were one of the players i’d be giving a tour to?”

“would it have changed anything if i did?”

“maybe. maybe not.” you said after a thoughtful pause. 

“but i probably wouldn't have gone on a rant about my job.”

“i liked it.” 

“you liked me complaining?”

“i like hearing you talk” 

you turned to him then met his eyes. you weren't sure if this man was flirting with you or just saying the truth. 

“you don't talk too much, do you sir?” you questioned, ttrying to change the subject once again. he shook his head, a sense of amusement flickered in his eyes. “but you do. and it suits you. speaking suits you.”

heat rose to your cheeks.

“you talk like someone who thinks a lot, sir.”

“maybe i do.”

you caught yourself studying his face again. the slope of his nose, the faint crease between his brows, the way his eyes softened when they lingered on the artworks.

“i never got your name, sir”

“it's Sakusa.”

“Sakusa?”

“Kiyoomi. Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

‘oh that's… a beautiful name. such a fitting one, too'

but then something clicked in your mind. his name. it was familiar. the name then brushed against the memories of faint murmurs of the sports news that you barely pay attention to on museum breakroom TVs.

“oh, wow. you're actually a big deal, mr. sakusa.”

“that depends on who you're asking. and sakusa is just fine.”

“okay, sakusa. i’ll pretend i didn’t find out that you were some big volleyball hotshot thirty minutes into the tour.”

sakusa chuckled sweetly from your response and as you both moved on, the group still animated up ahead, with sakusa remaining beside you. and somewhere in your mind, you already knew–

this wasn’t the last time you and sakusa would be walking side by side.

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[sunkissedmuse-riri]

it is (wip) wednesday my dudes

[sunkissedmuse-riri]

this is just crack shkt but remember that anime trope where a character's stray lock of hair sticking up on top of their head has its own consciousness? suna's like that too, but his ahoge hair acts as a radar whenever his s/o is nearby. it straightens up when he senses them within a 50 meter radius. it sways side to side like a compass too and points to the direction where his s/o is. the miya twins noticed this and started calling it the suna sonar

he's so cute