#a.hawaii

[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xxii. don't fall (literally)

(wc: aroundd 1.1k)

click. flash! 

you whip your head to the source of the sound, watching as suna lowers the camera from his face before inspecting the image he took of you. 

"is that me?" you ask. suna gives you an affirmative hum, leaning forward before you can even ask if you could take a look.

you're not exactly sure if it's because of his hidden talent in photography or the fact that he had known you for quite some time, but the way he perfectly captured your angle makes your lips part in awe. "that's a nice picture," you praise. 

"it is,” he answers contentedly.

your eyes glaze over the picture once more. it takes you a moment before you realize how little the distance got between you and suna—your eyes flicker up to his, still trained on his camera, and you’re so close you can count every one of his thin eyelashes.

you immediately sit up on the speedboat, back straight and hands politely on your lap. suna doesn’t notice. he keeps his eyes glued to the screen, pressing a few buttons to zoom in on the details. his actions make you a little nervous.

"you still use the same one?" you ask, referring to the camera in his hands. suna meets your gaze with innocence, his lips pressing into a slight pout when he nods yes. he looks like a kid caught red-handed, yet you're not exactly sure why. not knowing what else to say, you divert your eyes from him and settle on the islands you pass by.

"you still remember," he states rather than asks. his eyebrows raise inquisitively when you let out a low chuckle, a soft smile gracing your lips as you did. "of course i do," he doesn't have to think twice to know what you're talking about, "there was a time where that thing was in my face, like, every day."

a shy smile tugged at the corners of suna's mouth, eyes softening at the memory. it was during your sophomore year in college, a bit after kuroo's birthday party, when he asked if you'd be willing to be the centerpiece for his project in one of his elective classes. he came to you under the guise of needing to pull his grade up, but, really, all he wanted was an excuse to get you to talk to him again; to know you more without the speculating, teasing eyes of the miya twins.

“can’t believe you still continued that,” you murmur more to yourself, but it reaches suna’s ears.

“what do you mean?” his brows draw together, confused. the waves are getting stronger now, you notice.

adjusting yourself in your seat, you turn to face him once more. all the amusement and nostalgia drain from your features when you blink back at suna. “well, it seemed like you didn’t have time for anything else besides volleyball,” you shrug like it was obvious.

his eye twitches slightly in annoyance. is this really where you’re going? “i have a life, you know.”

“yeah, on the court,” you scoff.

“that’s not funny.”

“i’m not trying to be.”

“well, maybe if you stuck around, you’d know that we didn’t really have to sacrifice anything.” suna narrows his eyes at you, staring you down like an opponent on the court. it makes you uncomfortable, small. he had always looked at you this way whenever you two fought and you hated it. you hate it even more now.

your grip on the seat tightens as the boat rocked slightly. suna sees the second hurt flash in your eyes but it disappears quickly, replaced by something more distant and cold. guilt brews in the pits of his stomach but he doesn’t let his true emotions show through.

“hey,” you say, tone laced with guilt, feeding more onto the heavy burden knawing at his insides, “do you actually blame me? for the breakup?”

no. “i do.” suna pushes away the regret as soon as the words leave his lips, “we were supposed to talk. you had my hopes up.”

“i had your hopes up?” you croak back to him, almost lurching forward when the waves push and pull on the speedboat. suna kept his expression stoic, hands stubbornly glued to his side even as the boat rocked violently.

“you didn’t even—“ you cut yourself off with a frustrated huff, struggling to grasp how, until now, suna couldn’t even at least think about your side of the breakup. the boat operator pushes the throttle forward, prompting you to tighten your grip on the seats as the boat moves faster. “you didn’t even say the words!” your voice wavered, rising with the clash of the waves.

suna’s hand flies to the railing for balance. his eyebrows creased as more water droplets landed on his face, frustration evident in his eyes. “what words?”

“those words—“ a particularly large wave crashes onto your side of the speedboat, “fuck! the words you never said!” the words you wanted to hear. the words you needed him to say.

suna throws you a sarcastic smile, “that’s great, genius! i clearly know what you’re talking about.”

your jaw drops to the floor, mind deciding whether to categorize your ex as insensitive or just plain stupid. “are you fucking doing this on purpose?!”

the man across you tilts his head to the side, puzzled. plain stupid it is.

you try to stand up—tell the operator to turn back because clearly reuniting with your ex is a bad omen enough for weddings—but as soon as you get up on your feet, the operator pushes the throttle once more, cheekily shouting, “we’re speeding up!”

you tumble backward. the cold water engulfs you before you realize you’ve fallen off the boat. some of the water enters your nostrils but you kick your feet, eagerly persisting to the surface. you gasp for oxygen once you’ve broken through, heaving as you tried to stay afloat.

luckily, you see the boat just a short distance away from you. a few feet behind it was suna, speedily swimming in your direction.

“you fell off too?” you ask once he’s an arm’s length near you. you had to remind yourself that you were mid-argument when he pushes his hair back with one hand, gulping as you try not to stare so much.

but you quickly become confused when he shakes his head no. “i went to get you,” he tells you breathlessly.

a moment of silence dawns over you, save for the sound of the speedboat getting closer and suna trying to catch his breath. the egotistical part of him cheers silently, thinking that he had finally done something right. but you break that thought down when you suddenly hit the water between you, suna having to shield his face from the splash.

“i can swim, you idiot!” you exclaim.

though the ocean is freezing against his skin, it dissipates into nothing when he flushes a dark red. “i don’t know!” he tells you, seemingly annoyed at himself for diving into the water almost immediately—embarrassingly—after you did, “i mean, i know, but i just— i just did, okay?”

is he seriously mad right now? he looks mad, and it only fuels your frustration even more. he narrows his eyes at you before sharply looking away, huffing. you do the same.

the sound of the speedboat grows louder, as did the worried shouts of the operator. the man gives you his coat, apologizing to suna with the promise of getting you back to the hotel as quickly as possible.

you refuse to look at suna the whole time, not when you’re just as red as he is.

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notes angry pouty blushy sunayn served! sorry for the long wait i had a bit of a writer’s block + college T__T

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xix. kuroo’s birthday party (pt. 3) ᨒ ོ ☼

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notes aaaand that's it for kuroo's party lmaoz we're back to the present in the next chapter! classes have already started for me ACKKKK and i know i'll be pretty busy but i'll try my best to upload in my free time </3

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xx. cute date idea

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notes suna ‘dry texter’ rintarou caught being a nervous yap in 4k !!!!!

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xxiv. paying your debts ᨒ ོ ☼

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notes last flashback chapter for now! posting this while in class….

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — x. strawberry shaved ice

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notes "strawberry flavored ice" girl just say snow cone stop acting so detached 🙄 could've sworn you two were reminiscing old times a chapter ago.... next chap will be written again (guilty) so stay SEATED!

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[rintoorou]

(cw: suggestive themes ahead!)

ALOHA, HAWAII — xvii. kuroo’s birthday party (pt. 1) ᨒ ོ ☼

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notes it’s me guys .. i’m osamu’s date ☺️ also college parties are WILD like the next morning i’m reading my inbox for all the stuff that happened during the previous night (FUNNIER w pics and vids) lmaoo stay responsible though !!

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xxi. lil’ q&a with atsumu

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notes you already know what’s coming with this super filler chapter ;D WRITTEN ONE NEXT i think it’s going to be super duper gold i hope u guys enjoy it!

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xvi. are you still the same?

(wc: 700-ish)

while you were dating suna rintarou, you kept a mental note about all the things you found interesting about him. you knew he liked his coffee sweet, not bitter. you knew he hated using the salonpas patches but put them on before training anyway. you knew he liked his jelly fruit sticks better when cold. you knew how much he talked in his sleep. you knew he could tie his sister's hair (not just in a ponytail). you knew he disliked stuffed toys and would kick them off your bed whenever you visited the beach house.

"i feel like i'm being stared at," he told you one night.

so it's your surprise that he texts you he's at a pop-up store, filled to the brim with beady-eyed stuffed toys, next in line at the counter. you patiently wait for him outside, watching as kids and teens and their parents flit in and out of the shop. you begin to wonder how much he's changed since college.

suna's with you after five minutes. "did you wait long?" he asks.

"not really," you reply. your eyes are suddenly drawn to the paper bag in his hand, the image of him handing it to his girlfriend back home briefly passes your mind. "what do you want?" you then ask, and suna becomes internally confused when he senses a slight sting in your tone.

he nods towards your feet, "let me see."

suddenly feeling self-conscious, you try to shift his attention to something else and step back. "what? no," you brush him off, playing it cool, "i'm fine. let's just go back." he raises a brow in disapproval yet says nothing more when you begin to walk ahead of him.

but it’s a little difficult for suna to ignore how stubborn you’re being, wincing slightly when he catches sight of the red patch behind your ankles. “doesn’t it hurt?” you hear him say from behind you.

“no.” your plain response drives him to roll his eyes at you, “why in the world would you wear shoes that don’t fit?” there's a little judgment in his tone, similar to when he found out you liked your americano with three extra shots of espresso on your fifth date; underneath it all, you knew that it was because he was just too shy to show that he cared.

you puff air out of your cheeks instead of giving him a verbal answer. two beats pass and suna decides he’s finally had enough.

you’re caught off-guard when suna pulls you back by the elbow, your shoulder brushing lightly against his arm. you open your mouth to say that you're fine and he's overreacting, but he doesn't let you.

instead, he shoves the paper bag in your hands before stepping around you. this effectively shuts you up, and you watch as suna goes off the sidewalk and makes for the convenience store behind you.

it doesn't take long before he returns bringing a small plastic bag with him this time.

suna stretches his arm out towards you, telling you to take it, simultaneously reaching back for the paper bag. you accept it with thanks, but your eyes still flicker towards his with hesitance.

he tilts his head to the side, the corner of his lip quirking up in amusement. "what? do you need me to put it on for you too?" he teases, prompting you to pull the plastic further away from him even if he makes no move to grab it.

you deny how your heart skips a beat and mask your feelings with a sarcastic smile. "you read me so well," you say, opening the box of bandaids. in response, suna puts his hands up in mock surrender, "be worried if i don't."

he watches you intently, snickering when you make an offhanded comment about his design choice. "snoopy? seriously?" you rip the white paper off the adhesive at once, "you couldn't have gotten the transparent ones?"

when you're finished, you pack the bandaids into your bag before continuing your walk with suna. your ankles still sting but the pain is manageable with the bandaids.

"didn't know you and reiko still talked," suna muses after a few moments of silence. he notices the little smile that paints your lips at the mention of his younger sister, "yeah, we do."

you then turn your head to him with your brows furrowed, but look away just as quickly, "she didn't tell you?"

"nope," he answers, popping the 'p'.

you catch his attention when a small laugh escapes you. "good girl," you hum. suna rolls his eyes at this—you know he knows that you're deliberately withholding information about your topics with his sister—but a smile similar to yours graces his lips nonetheless.

"'she's a brat' is what you mean."

"wonder where she gets that from."

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notes next chapter is gonna be another college!sunayn post so stay SEATED

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — viii. #throwbackthursday

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notes throwback thursday indeed.

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xviii. kuroo’s birthday party (pt. 2) ᨒ ོ ☼

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notes longest aloha, hawaii update 😱 still deciding if the next chapter will be written or not </3 stay tuned to find out

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xv. when your ex and sister are close

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notes kind of a filler chapter sorrz the next one will be written (guilty) but just a short (maybe cute) sunayn moment hehhehe

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — iii. they're both sakusa!

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notes yn’s ig story was when her flight left and suna’s is when he arrived at the lodging! they were supposed to meet in this chapter but i wanted a separate one for it just because... it'll be out tmr! teehee

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xxiii. you don’t mind if i ask her out? ᨒ ོ ☼

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notes omg take 2 the pics were in the wrong order… also did a read last night of some prev chapters and SORRZ FOR INCORRECT GRAMMAR IN SOME… i make the chapters from like 2-4 am my brain is mush

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xi. resurfacing memories

(wc: 1.6k-ish.. teehee | cw: suggestive, but just implications here and there)

“do you want to come with us?” you hear yourself say. the question sounded sweet—gentle and inviting—like an inside joke shared between two lovers. 

and then you remember; you already know he’ll say yes. “of course,” like always, “i was hoping you’d ask.” every time.

suddenly, you’re at the beach waist-deep in the water. you’re smiling but you don’t exactly know why. you turn to your left and see kids playing on the shore, burying themselves in the sand, and a wave of relief washes over you. you feel so free it makes you laugh, a distant sound in your ears. before you can dwell on it further, someone splashes you with water and it hits you in the face, making you scream. even with your eyes closed, the salt seeps past your eyelids but somehow you don’t mind. 

when you open them again, you’re met with a rerun of an old show you’ve never seen before. you hear the fan running but the hotel room still feels hot. you move to peel yourself from the body beside you, removing your legs from where they are placed over his, but he doesn’t let you. 

“where are you going?” he asks, hand on your calf so you don’t budge any farther. “it’s hot,” you point out, barely holding back a smile when you look up and see the slight frown on his face. “so?”

“i need some space.”

“no, you don’t.” 

“i’m already sweating!”

“then take your shirt off.”

you throw your head back with a groan, “oh my god, rin, please. i don’t want to shower again.” 

you wait, and it takes a minute before rintarou finally releases you from his hold, but not before deliberately showing you the disappointed look on his face. you playfully stick your tongue out at him as a retort and move to the other end of the couch, away from his warmth, laying your head on the armrest. your eyelids start to grow heavy, but you’re awake enough to feel a hand land on your knee, absentmindedly tracing circles on it. then you fall asleep. 

you jolt awake when the cab roughly drives over a speed bump, heart racing from having been suddenly woken up. you hear an annoyed tsk from beside you, and it’s only a moment after that you realize you’ve fallen asleep on someone else’s shoulder.  

like lightning, you immediately move to sit up on your own, making you feel lightheaded from the sudden movement. “sorry,” you mumble, mentally kicking yourself for your previous position, “you should’ve woken me up.” 

suna only hums in response, eyes trained outside the window. you let out a small sigh and lean back on the car seat, trying to gather your bearings. 

a few minutes pass and your heartbeat is still racing, thumping against your ribcage, and it makes you uncomfortable. perhaps, you were a little embarrassed after finding yourself in that position with suna. you were still mad at him from the argument the previous day. you’re sure he’s just as frustrated as you, judging by how he refuses to look you in the eyes since leaving the lobby this morning. so it was like a punch to your gut—or pride rather, that you were comfortably deep in slumber on the shoulder of someone you claim to despise so much. 

but in the back of your mind, your dream comes in flashes. the phone call. the beach. the stuffy hotel room. you push them back. his shirt. his hair. his light touches. fuck. his eyes. his warmth. his care. he’s so annoying. the dream that uncovered a long-forgotten memory comes in annoying flashes and you barely hold back from rolling your eyes albeit to yourself. 

you were reminding yourself over and over again that you were mad at suna that you didn't even notice the cab stopping. “we’re here,” the driver says, and you and suna get off. 

the area is somewhat isolated from the town, with less sand and more soil. trees of all kinds are scattered around the place instead of the usual palm you had become used to seeing. in the middle of it all was a wooden bungalow, a mix of dark and vibrant paints that chipped away with time. you can hear the different birds and insects chirp hidden, and you swear you hear a snake rattle somewhere. 

“are you sure this is where we’re supposed to get the cake?” suna asks skeptically. you unlock your phone and check your notes app to see if the name on the old signage matches the one kiyoomi gave you. “yeah,” both you and he grow surprised, “that’s the one.”

the bell above the door rings when you enter. everything in the empty bakeshop looks like they’re from the 70s save for the bakery case next to the counter. similar to the outside, most of the furniture was made of wood painted vastly different colors. 

as if on cue, an old lady emerges from the saloon doors at the back, a mug of coffee in each hand. “oh, great! you’re already here,” she grins, “this coffee was just freshly made!”

you and suna give each other a look before moving to one of the tables where she’d placed the coffee down, sitting when she motions for you to. “so?” she asks, excitedly tapping her fingers on the wooden table. 

a beat passes and you think she’s waiting for you to introduce yourselves. “oh, we’re—”

“atsumu’s friends, yes!” she laughs, a bit too enthusiastic for suna’s liking, “i spoke with him on the phone yesterday. and his omi too. what a sweet handsome couple they are.”

something about the lady in front of you is… odd. she stands out from the background, with her dirty white duster and cloth wrapped around her hair. a thick band of gold decorates her neck, similar to the circular plates hanging on her ears. each of her fingers adorns an assortment of rings and they catch your eye, the one with the blue gem in particular. her sunglasses are tinted blacker than the night; you can’t see the intent sitting behind them, but, for some reason, you feel safe. strange. a few alarms go off in your head—you’re already thinking of contingency plans in case things go wrong in this quaint bakeshop—but your senses remain calm. your senses tell you the stranger sitting across you is somewhat familiar.

you recall your dream in the cab once more. why you were smiling. why you felt so free. right, it wasn’t only you and suna going on trips to the beach. you were with oba. 

“i’m sure you have similar stories, no?” her soft voice breaks you out of your reverie. you tilt your head in confusion, mouth twitching in uncertainty when you ask her to clarify, “sorry?”

she leans closer, curious and eager, and places her chin atop her clasped hands. “come on, don’t lose to them,” she urges, cocking her head to the side, “so when did you two get married?”

“oh, we’re not,” you stammer, nervously stealing a glance to your side and noticing suna’s uncharacteristically reddened cheeks, feeling your own flush warm also, “we’re not married.”

the old lady tilts her head down as if she were studying both of your hands. once you realize what she's looking at, you and suna both make it a point to move your rings from your left ring fingers to somewhere else, somewhere very far away from your ring fingers.

you clear your throat once done, but the growing awkwardness was palpable. “those were just for style.”

the old lady hums in thought, “boyfriend?”

“no,” suna grumbles, though the redness on his cheeks remains.

“just friends, then?”

“no?” your voice comes out unsure.

“hmm, then... what do kids call that these days? friends with benefits?”

“oh my god, no!” you exclaim, hand flying to cover your mouth in an instant. embarrassment floods inside you and you feel like you’ll burst into flames any second. suddenly, you’re eighteen again, sitting beside suna on the couch, listening dreadfully to oba giving you both the talk. 

but the man beside you takes it the wrong way. “what the fuck?” suna breathes out in disbelief, though equally as mortified as you are, “no need to react that badly.”

you throw him a sarcastic look. “oh, i’m sorry. did you want me to say ‘yes’?”

“you say ‘no’ like it’s the grossest thing ever!” suna crosses his arms stubbornly, a slight frown on his lips when he adds under his breath, “and we both know it isn’t. in fact—”

you cut him off with a raise of a brow, daring him to complete his thought. suna immediately seals his lips shut and lets out a small huff, pointedly looking away. 

your tongue prods the inside of your cheek as you roll your eyes, “you and your ego.” you meet eyes with the lady across from you and give her an apologetic smile on behalf of the both of you. 

however, to your surprise, she doesn’t seem to mind your bickering. instead, a small knowing smile gradually spreads on her lips. “interesting,” she muses, “how you two want the same thing but make it so hard for yourselves. kids are so stubborn these days.” 

before you can ask what she means, she happily excuses herself from the table to gather the assortment of cake flavors for you to try. “i’ll be back in a minute!” is the last thing you hear before she disappears behind the saloon doors. an awkward silence settles over you and suna, neither willing to speak or move. 

when she comes back, she only brings with her a single fork. “we ran out,” she snickers innocently, “looks like you two will have to share.” 

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notes mama odie like the mama odie from princess and the frog! hihi also this isn’t what i originally intended for this chap that’s why it took so long T—T we’re gonna do some time traveling in the next one 😎

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — ix. old habits

(wc: 870-ish)

you’re wide awake and your head is spinning. 

you’ve been in meetings since the afternoon, only peeling away from your computer screen to refill your mug with water or tea. you were so engrossed in your work that the last bits of food you had were lunch—almost 11 hours ago. only the bar was open at this hour, but you’ll take what you can get. 

after shutting off your computer, you pocket your room keys in your sweats and step out. 

the moon casts a faint glow on your path, creating ambiguous, eerie shadows. the summer air is warm on your skin, but shivers run down your spine when you hear a twig snap from your side. gradually, you pick up your pace and clutch your keys tighter, feeling the cool metal dig into your palm. 

you continue walking for a minute until the crickets suddenly go silent. 

your shoes skid to a halt. paranoia slowly creeps up on you as you scan your surroundings, looking between the trees and in the dark corners of the street, like someone’s watching you. 

hesitantly, you take a step forward, and another, and another, still keeping your eyes trained anywhere except the pavement in front of you. your heartbeat echoes in your chest the more your imagination runs wild—a ghost? a serial killer? one of those creepy guys from the fifth floor you and kenma secretly hate? no, you can handle the last two, but not a ghost. you’re starting to regret watching incantation with kenma the night before your flight. 

you’re too lost in thought to notice the person a few feet before you, who is also completely unaware of your incoming presence. 

it only takes a couple of steps until you collide, causing a frightened scream to slip past your lips and his phone to slip from his grasp. 

“jesus, (—). are you okay?”

“suna,” you breathe out before your initial shock is overcome by frustration, “make a sound, will you?! god.” 

suna raises an eyebrow, lips twitching to hide his amusement at your spooked state. you notice, but it doesn’t seem to annoy you. he bends down to pick up his phone, his movements slow and deliberate, before he slips his hands into his pockets. curiosity laces his tone when he asks, “what are you doing out at this hour?”

you ignore the way your heart skips a beat under his gaze. “i was going to grab a snack,” you tell him, blinking more times than necessary.

“from the bar?” suna hums, humor mixed with concern.

“yes,” you assert, “from the bar.” a smile threatens to spread upon suna's lips but he holds back. why are you lying about something as small as this? 

ah, he then remembers kiyoomi mentioning that you’d be caught up in meetings at work for almost the entire day, explaining why you two didn't have to do anything regarding wedding preparations. if he knew you, he’d recall how much of a workaholic you were years ago; how easily you’d get swept up in your work trying to make it as perfect as possible, only filling your system with tea or coffee and all other sorts of caffeine. but it’s hard not to know you—not to forget—when sneaking in both of your lunches inside the study hall practically became a part of his college routine. or how he’d add two packs of dark chocolate to his basket, along with his fruit jelly sticks, when finals were approaching. or how he started filling his training bottle with the blue gatorade you liked instead of his usual purple one so that when you'd ask for a drink, he could hear you gush about how similar your tastes are. and if he knew you, he’d remember how you held your pride over even the tiniest of things, such as admitting whether you’ve had dinner or not. he remembers how adorable or frustrating your stubborn pride could get. 

all these thoughts rush into him in a second like they were his own instincts, a second skin. 

so without another thought, he suggests, “do you wanna head out instead? i heard there’s this night cafe just fifteen minutes away.”

he's hoping you’d say yes—he can admit that to himself. however, what he can’t acknowledge is that, somewhere deep down, you’re still dear to him in more ways than one. 

he sees an ounce of hesitation in your eyes, and he thinks he might have pushed a little too much. maybe you still hated him despite agreeing to keep things civil between you. 

“sure,” you tell him, a softness lingering in your eyes that he couldn’t quite decipher, “lead the way.” 

suna couldn't control the pleased smile that formed on his lips. he cocks his head to the side, motioning for you to follow him before he pulls out his phone from his pocket. perhaps it's a shame that he doesn't notice the light blush that dusts on your cheeks as you trail behind him. 

in the cafe, you sit across from suna, doing your best to appear casual. but even as he eases you into another conversation, you push back the familiar feeling you recognize a few years back. 

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notes kind of a filler chapter (?) bc i’m torn between making this slowburn or nawt lolz but i wanted to give an insight into how their relationship was before! (the lyrics of summer, night is sooo fitting for this chap) also.. sakuatsu & sunayn parallelism kinda ??? 🫣

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[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — i. family ties

(wc: 1,055)

more than fifteen minutes had passed since you and the forty-something-year-old you bumped into had been arguing back and forth about how to settle things. while you sincerely apologized and expressed your willingness to pay for compensation earlier on, you certainly weren’t going to let some old man in a cheap suit take more than what was needed from you.

“does that look like a simple scratch to you, officer? i need—”

“it does, sir.”

“—around a hundred thousand yen to have this fixed!”

an annoyed scoff slips past your lips, and the older man turns redder at your outburst. frankly, you don’t care. “that’s almost three times more than what’s enough,” you glare at him, “half of that is a completely new paint job. i’m not stupid.” 

he raises a brow, “no, you’re just a kid.”

“this kid knows her shit. i’m not paying you that much.”

the man standing a few feet away dissolves into another fit (tantrum), causing you to roll your eyes. i’m seriously going to spear this umbrella at him if he doesn’t stop. 

just as your grip on the umbrella tightens, a sleek black vehicle stops beside your car. you tilt your head in confusion as one of the tinted windows rolls down, revealing a mop of bright orange hair you were quite familiar with, "hinata?"

he says your name back with a huge grin, and another man, whom you recognize to be another one of msby's star players from pictures, pops out from behind him. you and hinata became acquainted a while back after kenma invited the both of you to play a game with him on stream, but you don't recall ever meeting the second one once. he waves at you with excitement, but you remain standing, clueless. 

"oh? is that your car?" hinata’s eyes widen in shock as he points to the scene in front of him. you nod, nervously tugging your bottom lip in between your teeth. you feel a little bit embarrassed that kenma's-friend-slash-pro-volleyball-player had caught you in such a state. he asks you something but the sound of the rain drowns it out, "i can't understand what you're saying!"

their car then carefully maneuvers behind yours, just beside the sidewalk. you head over to their side almost immediately, ignoring the protests of the old man behind you. "are you also going to the fundraiser? i heard kenma's there," hinata quips, leaning forward, and you step closer so the umbrella covers the both of you. "yes, i am. i’m just dealing with,” you gesture to the mess in front of them, “this." 

"what? but then you’d be more late than we already are. how about you ride with us?" he gives you another toothy grin and you almost feel bad for wanting to refuse. before you could politely turn the offer down, hinata is pulled back by his teammate, "we have room for one more!"

“oh, um…” you glance back and forth between them and the now-angrier man next to the traffic officer, “thanks for the offer, guys, but i drove alone. i have to get this settled. you can go ahead.” you give them a tight-lipped smile before walking back, starting to wish you had brought a driver instead. 

“(—).”

the call of your name makes you halt in your footsteps. slowly, you turn around and almost flinch at the set of dark deadpanned eyes staring at you.  

“kiyoomi.” 

"who bumped into who? you or the geezer?"

his straightforwardness has you slightly taken aback, "i did. i didn’t press on the breaks hard enough and bumped into him, but it’s just a little scratch…” you trail off near the end of your sentence, watching as he wordlessly exits the vehicle. he takes your umbrella from you, but not before telling you to get inside the car. 

hinata and his grey-haired friend scootch over to accommodate you, but the three of your gazes trail after kiyoomi until he reaches the traffic enforcer and the stranger you bumped into.

"how do you know omi, (—)?” hinata asks, leaning back in his seat. you keep your eyes trained on his teammate, “we’re cousins, but we’re not that close.”

“oh, that’s why you have the same family name! i get it now,” you finally tear away from the scene in front of you and watch as hinata taps his chin, thinking. you know you’ve got another question coming, “so you’re attending the wedding then?”

shit, what are you supposed to say? you haven’t come up with an excuse yet and you’re here with the friends of the groom himself. you wince on the inside; you’re starting to think continuing your argument with the old man was the better option.

thankfully, the male beside him doesn’t give you a chance to reply, “of course, hinata! they said all family and friends are invited.” never mind.

you don’t bother to think of correcting him as the door to the passenger’s seat opens, kiyoomi settling in immediately afterwards. the grey-haired one, bokuto (you remember now), eagerly questions him about what he did after he left the car not more than five minutes ago.

“just settled an agreement. a driver will come to pick your car up, (—),” you don’t know what to say yet, but he was as curt as you remember. the last time you saw him was at a family dinner, celebrating his high school graduation, but all you really told him was “congratulations” and “where are you going for college?” you think this is the first time he initiated an interaction with you. 

a beat of silence had passed, and instead of protesting, you say, “thanks, kiyoomi.” 

you hear him hum in acknowledgment before giving a 'go' sign to the driver. the car starts moving forward and the pair beside you quickly engages in another topic, entering their own little world.

a phone rings from the front and you realize it’s your cousin’s. his greeting tells you it’s a call from his sister, followed by the words: plan and wedding. you still in your seat, opting to stare outside the window and busy yourself with the rain droplets racing towards the bottom. you feel thankful that kiyoomi saved you, but you’re praying he doesn’t bring up the wedding.

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notes wasn’t initially planning to start with a written chapter, but i wanted to show this side of sakusa and reader! i love writing family tropes so i’m gonna touch a bit on how their relationship progresses too throughout the au

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