#and it’s evident that suna and reader truly adore each other despite always teasing each other

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a/n: my first suna piece *sweats nervously* i’m still getting a feel for his characterization so be nice to me, always open to all (positive and constructive) feedback! mentions of drinking & alcohol, reader has a little drunk throw up moment <3 (WC: 3.1k+)

Suna doesn’t even drink vodka, so he’s not too sure why he finds himself mindlessly sipping on his fourth Moscow Mule of the night, in a murky corner of a cramped bar.

Maybe it’s because it was convenient. Because it’s what Aran confidently ordered and Suna didn’t feel like asking the bartender for “a shot of the strongest liquor you have,” so instead opted for a brief “make that two, please.” He’s always been a bit lazy with his words.

Whatever the reasoning, he doesn’t seem to mind its sharp taste as much as he did a few hours ago. 

In fact, he can’t taste it at all, anymore. With a spinning head on his shoulders and a chest bubbling with heat, he feels far better than he did at the beginning of the night. 

Getting disgustingly drunk off of your ass tends to have that effect on a person. He thinks you might be able to relate, as you stumble over to him with a grin that has him instantly sweating. 

It’s the vodka, he tries to correct himself. Not you, definitely not you. 

However, the closer you get, the hotter his skin seems to burn. 

Maybe it’s not the vodka. Maybe it’s the reason he’s here and drinking in the first place–the one that coincidentally resembles your infectious laughter and bouncing frame.

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