#big day for suna lovers (me)

[seoulmatez]

it’s this freak’s birthday. i love him ♡

[causenessus]

love notes. | suna r.

she's always looking for new art. he's sending her pictures of romantic street art he finds in cities on away games. they say if you fall in love with an artist, you'll be in their art forever. she's the inspiration behind the love notes he's leaving on walls and sending her pictures of as if he's just stumbled upon them. he's the one she's thinking about everytime she's behind a camera.

suna x f! reader

COMPLETED haikyuu smau

taglist: CLOSED

playlists: 1 ( made by me </3 ) | 2 ( @eggyrocks's SUPERIOR playlist )

warnings & notes: language, alcohol/drinking, lots of written parts probably, extreme extreme pining, boths sides are in denial about how the other party feels about them, college timeskip, msby is a college volleyball team bc i said so and the team is slightly altered, timestamps don't matter, hurt & comfort having to do with family issues, comfort comes from found family <3, suna is a loverboy, miscommunication, friends to lovers, everyone's probably ooc. you can blame the horrors of my past relationships and zodiac sign. i know very little about photography and graffiti but i'm trying my best

THE EXHIBITS: coffee enthusiasts | ride or die bros for life

table of contents: (💌 for any chapters with written content <3)

part one: i know a guy (💌) part two: backstabbing bitch part three: rinnie poo (💌) part four: the "i'm disappointed" card part five: fire extinguisher man part six: rowdy teenagers (💌) part seven: there's life in these walls (💌) part eight: if you're willing to listen (💌) part nine: for as long as you'll have me (💌) part ten: connected the dots part eleven: would you light a building on fire for her? part twelve: support small businesses day part thirteen: big spoon deity part fourteen: one step forward, two steps back (💌) part fifteen: middle school boys locker room core part sixteen: remember in the morning (💌) part seventeen: sorry omi / the incident (💌) part eighteen: making mac and cheese at two in the morning? (💌) part nineteen: unspoken confessions (💌) part twenty: epilogue (💌)

moodboards: love notes, suna, y/n, suna & y/n

extras: kenma photography refs, suna & y/n sending each other tiktoks hc

thank you for reading love notes <3

[piftamere]

something real (wc : 1.4k)

secret santa fic for @eussstasss as part of the hq x reader secret santa by @/lale-txt, i hope you'll like it! i had fun writing it <3

synopsis : she asks her dear best friend, Suna Rintarou, to accompany her to her family Christmas party as her pretend boyfriend, too embarrassed to go alone another year. no ulterior motives.

content : suna rintarou x f!reader, fake dating, friends to lovers, fluff

divider by @nectardaddy

Year after year, the questions were the same.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Are you still single?"

"Are you ever going to bring someone home to your family?"

And every time she had to disappoint them, forcing a smile as she replied she wasn’t seeing anyone. She could see their own smiles drop and their faith in her weaken.

This year, she couldn’t take it anymore. Something snapped. Before she could stop herself, she blurted out that she'd have someone accompany her to the family Christmas party.

The moment the lie left her lips, she wanted to take it back, but it was too late. Relief washed over her parents’ faces, her mother rushing to the phone to give her grandmother the big news.

She couldn’t shatter their happiness now, not when she’d seen how much it meant to them.

A few weeks later, she was slumped over her best-friend's couch, face buried in a pillow.

"I still haven’t found anyone," she whined, her voice muffled as she groaned in frustration. "It’s tomorrow."

Suna leaned against the armrest, amused. ''You sure you tried everything?"

"Yes, everything."

"And now you’re giving up?"

"Yup." She replied, defeated.

"So… no Christmas?"

"Nope."

As she was blocking out the mocking snicker Suna was making, an idea struck her. A desperate, ridiculous idea. She turned her head just enough to look at him, eyes pleading, peaking over the pillow.

"Wait…" she began hesitantly. She sat up, clutching his arm. "Do me this one favor. I’ll owe you forever. Please."

He raised an eyebrow, almost sure he knew what she meant, his lips stretched into a mischievous grin. "What?" He wanted to hear her say it.

"Be my fake boyfriend. Please."

"Why not just tell them you broke up with your imaginary boyfriend?"

She groaned again, burying her face in his sleeve. "I can’t. I can’t deal with the pity stares or them thinking i made it up. Please Rin, pretty please."

He wanted to reply that technically, she did make it up, but her desperation must have struck a chord because, after a beat of silence, he sighed, "Fine."

If she’d had more time to think it through, maybe she’d have asked why he agreed so quickly. Maybe she’d have wondered about that smirk on his face. But with the clock ticking, she ignored the signs.

She was going to regret this.

The next day, they were standing on the doorstep of her childhood home, a freshly bought pie in her hands. She glanced at the front door, now having second thoughts, her stomach tying itself into knots.

As Suna reached for the doorbell, he suddenly paused, his lips letting out a mischievous chuckle. "Wait a sec," he said, stepping closer.

She shot him a curious look. "What are you doing?"

Without answering, he slipped his arm casually around her waist, pulling her snug against him. She flinched, nearly dropping the pie.

"Relax," he said with a playful wink, his smirk slightly infuriating. "We have to sell it, you know?"

His hand rested comfortably on her hip, like it was the most casual thing ever. She swore she could feel the warmth of his touch burn her skin through the thick fabric of her coat.

Her cheeks flushed, both from embarrassment and the sudden realization of how committed he was to the whole thing. "You’re enjoying this way too much," she muttered under her breath.

"You begged me for this, remember?", Suna replied nonchalantly, reaching for the doorbell with his free hand.

Before she could respond, the door swung open, revealing her mother who practically dragged them inside.

It felt surprisingly good to walk around the house, introducing her "boyfriend" to her relatives. The warm smiles, the approving nods and whispers. She'd almost fall for the act herself.

If only she could ignore the strange, fluttery feeling settling in her stomach every time she looked at him.

At dinner, he played his part a little too well. In the name of being believable, his hand lingered on hers as it rested on the table. She had a hard time getting used to the soft squeeze of his fingers when he leaned back in his chair, cracked a joke with her father or complimented her mother's cooking. She blinked, taken aback by how effortlessly he seemed to fit into her family, like he’d been part of it all along.

She caught herself stealing glances at him, feeling peculiarly shy at this unfamiliar, charming side of him.

After dinner, they gathered around the Christmas tree to exchange gifts. The soft glow of the lights, the scent of pine in the air and the laughter of her family made this moment feel all too real.

Suna turned to her, a small, neatly wrapped box in his hand. She wasn't expecting this. How had he found the time to buy her a gift? She was trying not to read into it.

"Here," he said casually, holding it out to her.

"You got me something?"

"Of course. I’m your boyfriend." he replied with a small grin.

Their fingers brushed as he handed it to her, and for a fleeting moment, their eyes met. Something in his gaze, something warm, playful, and maybe a little too sincere for comfort, made her heart thump loudly against her ribs.

It was becoming harder to remember this was all an act.

She tore her eyes away, focusing on unwrapping the gift in an attempt to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. Inside was a delicate bracelet, a thin chain with a beautiful charm that shined faintly in the tree's glow.

"So? Do you like it?" He asked, watching her reaction intently. He almost sounded nervous.

She nodded, "Rin… It’s beautiful. I didn’t think-"

"That I had taste? Ouch-"

She sighed and rolled her eyes, a smile still on her lips. "That you'd go this far."

Suna leaned in, his voice dropping just enough for only her to hear. "What can I say? I’m committed to my role."

Carefully, she took it out of the box. She was struggling to put it on, when he took it from her hands.

"Allow me," he gently wrapped it around her wrist and skillfully clasped it. His touch lingered on her skin, longer than necessary, but neither of them moved.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur, but her mind was far away. Every stolen glance at him, every playful touch, only made the knot in her chest tighten even more.

A little lost in her thoughts, she found herself by the window, gazing out at the snow-covered yard as she mindlessly fidgeted with the charm on her bracelet. The calming view was a welcome distraction as she tried to untangle the mess in her mind.

"Look what we have here." Suna whispered, coming up behind her, his voice tinged with mischief.

She turned, slightly startled as her eyes followed his hand pointing to the branch of mistletoe over her head.

"Seriously?"

"I don't make the rules," Suna replied, stepping closer. He shrugged, raising his hands in defeat.

Fed up with how confident he’d been all day, she sighed and tugged firmly on his sleeve. He stumbled forward, caught completely off guard. Now impossibly close, he stared at her, wide-eyed. For the first time since they arrived at her parents’ house, he was dead silent. She couldn’t help but savor the moment of peace.

Maybe for a moment too long, because the surprise was wearing off, a playful glint returning to his eyes. "What? Lost your-"

"Oh shush." she cut him off, her voice firm. Before he could react, she leaned up and kissed him.

His lips were still, as if the shock hadn’t quite worn off. But then he kissed her back, his hand coming to rest on the side of her face. His playful demeanor becoming gentle.

When they finally parted, her cheeks burned. His usually half-lidded eyes glinted with something she couldn’t quite name, something intense, real.

A little breathless, he spoke, "You said you’d owe me forever, right?"

Her brows knit in confusion, her heart still racing. "Yes?"

His lips quirked into a small, almost shy smile. "Go out with me. For real this time."

She stared at him, her mind reeling. And as she looked back on today and their relationship, that always seemed tainted by something a little deeper than friendship, she realized the feeling gnawing at her insides since this morning wasn’t anxiety, it was hope.

And maybe it was time to stop pretending.

[asunflowerana]

a good kind of nuinsance — Suna Rintarou

summary: you have a big project coming up, and to make things even worse, you're forced to work with the most stupid, handsome moron on campus.

genre: comedy, enemies-to-lovers trope.

n/a: not me pretending i'm the best friend haha. also, good reading!

“It will be fine!” She said. “It could be worse, trust me. And it will end soon!”

You wish you could stop believing in your best friend.

College is already a nerve-wracking place to deal with it, increasing even more in junior year. You need to work on your assignments, do presentations, fight yourself everyday to not procrastinate 24/7 or call off sick ‘cause your bed is too appealing; and in the end, you always freak out with your final exams, coffee becoming your best friend and clock your worst enemy.

What you don’t understand though, is why, in such a chaotic atmosphere, you still need to do group work?

And why, of all the people on this big campus, you got paired up with Suna Rintarou?

The struggle is real.

It’s not that you hate him. No, that’s not the case at all. It’s just that spotting his face alone is enough to make you want to change sidewalks even if the traffic signal is green and Formula 1 is happening on the street.

It all started with a single bump on the cafeteria entrance. His unnecessary hard body bumped against you and your hot chocolate cup, making all of your precious drink spill and fall into your previous white All Stars sneakers, staining the fabric and burning your skin to the soul.

And that boy had the nerve to mumble a “Watch where you’re going” before giving you a cold shoulder and leaving in a hurry.

Tables turned and you had your redemption one day later, refusing to lend him your notes of an important assignment, useful for the upcoming exams. It’s not your fault that his bicycle tire got pierced on the way to class, he should have been prepared and woken up early like every poor student in this college.

This “not so pleasant but still fulfilling” war has been going on between you guys for weeks. But unfortunately, his presence became more than a nuisance to you, and you absolutely detest now the way your heart flutters when you see that punk walking on the hall with that stupid, pretty face.

Annoying, handsome, punk.

And since your “so called” best friend knows about your hidden feelings, she decided to come up with a stupid solution for it.

You, her, Suna and Bokuto Koutaro, her adorable but very much ingenuous boyfriend, were supposed to do the group project together at a cozy cafeteria a few blocks from the campus main building, known for their delicious milkshakes and pretzels.

Nowhere to escape, you accept the invite, hoping your friend could take your mind away from Suna’s intruding. That, until Bokuto shouts:

“Shoot, I forgot there was practice today!” So exaggerated, he totally has no vocation to be an actor.

And your bestie had the audacity to join the act, forcing out a grimace. “Sorry guys, but we need to go.” She announces, not sorry at all, Bokuto taking her backpack with him like the doting boyfriend he is. “Please enjoy our milkshakes, we’ll text you later to see what you guys decided!”

“Good dat— I mean…. Bye!” Bokuto takes her hand and storms away from the cafeteria.

You can only sigh, disappointed at yourself for not predicting this might happen.

“Did they really leave us?” Suna asks incredulously, noticing the filled notebooks the couple left on the table. “They even made their parts already!”

You turn your gaze to him, feeling the beginning of a migraine.“Look, I’m not thrilled to work with you either. But the faster we start, the faster we’ll get rid of each other.” You proposed with little patience, taking a sip of your friend’s untouched strawberry milkshake. “Now, take that milkshake and let’s finish this quick.”

He huffs, but your surprise doesn't fight with you on this, and you both start a two-hours circle of working in silence, bickering at each other and working in silence again, making small progress with your parts on the project. You even start to agree with each other, Suna finding your suggestions “smarter than expected”, and you finding his ideas “not so bad for a moron”.

It’s strange, the feeling of being in agreement with Hajime on something, and it's noticeable his efforts of making the process as peaceful as it can be. This friendlier side looks actually cute on him (not that you were checking him out for the past thirty minutes), so you decide to be nice too, for the sake of good grades.

It only lasts a few minutes, and soon you’re arguing again.

“The information needs to be in Z. No one will pay attention if you fill the poster with notes all over it!” He argues one more time, trying to prove his point about the best position to the notes.

“But we need to put all the information we gathered! If we do it your way, we’ll need three more posters , and that's a waste of paper!” You defend your point as well, not wanting to back down from your proposition to the project’s presentation. 

“Well, if you want to really save paper, then you should stop wanting to put everything we wrote down inside a poster, when we don’t have to!”

“We do, if we want good grades in this class. Oh wait, I forgot, you don’t really know what it's like.!”

You’re both staring at each other dangerously, breath heavy and quick, like two bulls ready to strike each other. Thank goodness you’re in a distant booth, or you guys would probably be kicked out by now for the shouting.

Suna runs his hand over his black locks, tired of this unfinished argument. “You’re too annoying , you know that?” He hisses. 

“And you’re so stubborn, argh, I can’t stand you in my head anymore!” You almost shout out your frustration, letting slip the last words by accident, but lucky for you Suna’s too angry to catch what did you mean.

“Well, I wish you could leave mine too, but you’re still there every day!”

You’re shocked. Your heart’s pace fastens and your body suddenly feels numb, completely bewildered by his confession. Suna avoids eye-contact for a few seconds, staring at the table with a terrified look, his face reddening as the seconds go by. Why did he say that to you?

“I—” He clears his throat, trying to come up with a quick excuse to cover his mistake.“ I didn't—”

“What?” But you don’t leave room for excuses. “You didn’t mean you like me?”

His eyes widens. “No! I…. I….” He sighs. “ I didn’t mean to say it like that! But if you really want to know… yes. I like you. " He moves his eyes in your direction, taking your features for a moment. "Even if you get on my nerves every single day, I can’t get you out of my head. And I know we’re not on the best terms, but I can’t just pretend anymore…” He doesn’t need to finish his line. You’re just so overwhelmed with his confession, that staying a few moments in silence makes Rintarou take that as a rejection.

“I should go.” He begins to rise from his chair, but his movements are interrupted as you quickly hold one of his wrists, preventing him from moving away. He looks at you surprised.

��Would you find it strange if I said that I can’t pretend anymore either?” You can’t say the right words aloud yet, timid of what he might do with your confession, but the growing, pretty and genuine smirk on his face tells you made a good decision by opening yourself to him.

“I guess I own you a hot chocolate, then?”

© asunflowerana 2024 — all rights reserved.

[sunarots]

taste ━━━ suna rintarou & miya osamu

12. lunch date ♡

"Oh, you're nearly done." Kuroo beelines towards you and Kiyoko, organising the court for their first game. He dons his uniform with dark circles beneath his eyes, clutching a clipboard by his side in one hand and a coffee in the other. He nudges Iwaizumi with the clipboard. "We could've eaten properly."

Iwaizumi frowns as he looks to the man by his side. "You didn't eat? There's a vending machine just outside, grab a snack."

"He slept in because he was calling Kenma," you announce, picking up one of the volleyballs and tossing it to Kiyoko.

"Hey, no need to tell on me like that."

With a shrug, you dismiss him and take the clipboard from him. "There's nothing on here, where's your stuff?"

He sighs, muttering that he'll be back and turning to leave the gym. A smile creeps out onto your face. "Oh my god. He better wake up fast otherwise I'll kill him."

"At least you have Kiyoko to help." Iwaizumi continues walking to the bench you set up on the court away from the door to set down his stuff. "Osamu and Tanaka-kun were looking for you both."

Kiyoko looks over to you with a suppressed smile, attempting to hide her amusement. "Tanaka will take him here sooner or later. Probably later."

"Osamu will make it sooner." You take a seat beside Iwaizumi, picking up your clipboard and scanning over the itinerary. "Everyone is officially late. Is it bad I'm happy? I want to sit, that was hard work."

He lightly taps your leg to get your attention, directing it to the door. Everyone start to flood in, gathering in front of the door as they look around the gym. "Jinxed it."

You plaster on a smile to pretend you're not kicking yourself for saying it, instead approaching the two teams.

Kiyoko flashes a smile to Tanaka before greeting everyone. "Good morning, everyone! I hope you're all well rested, we have a busy day of practice planned before the big match tomorrow. Y/N has planned everything out thoroughly for us, so please make sure you thank her for her hard work. Take it away, y/n."

As everyone's eyes turn onto you, you can feel the pressure. You clear your throat and announce, "We're starting with one minute matches. It's teams of three which you can find on the whiteboard to your left alongside the coloured bibs you need. After that, we're doing two teams chosen by our esteemed personal trainers, Iwaizumi and Tanaka. They must choose in order of home team, away team, home, away, and so on until there is no one left to pick from. In this match, you are not to play to your strengths. Setters will not set, liberos are not a position, etcetera. Afterwards, we will take an hour lunch break. After lunch, the losing team will have to run the perimeter of campus three times whilst the winning team gets split in half and does another practice game. This time, the players will be chosen by who scored the most and the least points in the team. Any questions?"

When no one answers, you direct them over to the whiteboard to get ready.

Iwaizumi sighs, looking around the gym. "Okay, who's at what part of the gym?"

"I'm with Tanaka on court three, you and y/n on court one, Kuroo is on court two," Kiyoko directs, pointing him in the direction of his court.

You lightly smack his ass with your clipboard and lead the way. "Come on, sexy."

"In front of lover boy?" Iwaizumi smiles at you, walking to the far side of the net. "Shocking."

You fake a laugh, resting a hand on the pole of the net. You wait patiently for the teams to arrive, taking your stopwatch from your pocket and lifting the whistle to your mouth. "Get ready to serve!" After glancing around to make sure everyone's in place, you blow the whistle and start the timer. "Move it, people!"

You catch Kuroo running inside, stopping at the bottom of the court behind you and zoning straight into the game. He starts taking notes on the clipboard, not even bothering to greet you. Shrugging it off, you turn back to the match in front of you.

The quick matches fly by a lot quicker than expected, some teams scoring multiple times in the minute and some rallying the entire time. After six rotations, you blow the whistle again to call for a rest. "Good work, everyone! Get some water, take a breather. Return your vests to Tanaka so he can get them in the laundry. Kuroo and Kiyoko will rearrange the court for the match whilst I organise notes. If you have any questions about how you played, come see me."

Kiyoko passes you her clipboard when you pass her, carrying it over to the whiteboard. You wipe all the names off it and replace it with a table, their names now down the sides and different skills at the top.

"Didn't see you this morning." Osamu rests a shoulder against the wall, wiping at his face with his cloth. "Did you eat?"

"Me and Kiyoko had an early breakfast," you answer, biting back a smile at his concern. "You performed really well with Sendai. Good games."

"Thanks." He kisses the side of your head before turning to lean his back against the wall. "What are you doing?"

"I'm putting all the stats into a table. Receives, sets, points, service aces, blocks, serves that ended in a loss-"

"Jesus," he laughs, peering over at the clipboard. "You made note of all of that?" He watches as you start tallying everything up, using your notes first before factoring in Kiyoko and Kuroo's. "You're really thorough..."

"It's so you can see your strengths and weaknesses, then try to strengthen both," you explain, trying not to lose your place. "Oh, Kiyoko and Tanaka want to have lunch with us. I said yes."

"Double date? Sounds fun. Holy shit, Atsumu scored six points? How is that possible? Where is he?" He spins around to look around the court, spotting Atsumu talking to Kiyoko and helping her set up. "Oi! How'd ya score six points? And stop hitting on Kiyoko-chan!"

"She's older than you, Osamu, have some respect," you scold, rolling your eyes at his immaturity. "You also scored six points. Your stats are pretty similar."

"Fuck off, only six? It felt like more."

You roll your eyes and put the cap back on the pen. "Maybe you can try beat him in this game and make him run the perimeter."

Osamu looks back at you with a smile. "Genius." He taps the small of your back as he moves to join the gathering group of boys.

You pass Kiyoko her clipboard once more before directing everyone's attention to the board. "Okay, teams! Here are your stats, you can look at them after you have been chosen. For now, Iwaizumi and Tanaka will assess the board and use this to choose their teams accordingly. As we are visitors, Tanaka will choose first. Take it away, boys."

# fun fact !

y/n puts a lot of effort into her role as manager and wants to help everyone improve their skills

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summary. when your ex starts dating your least favourite person on campus, your ex-best friend from high school, you can’t help but feel a little betrayed. you quickly realise a way to get back at him: his best friend.

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[nectardaddy]

full throttle | sakusa kiyoomi

chapter three | boss level germ | 🏎️

masterlist

Heart racing and hands sweaty, she took a deep breath before reaching over to grab the steering wheel in the passenger seat. The quick release making a small ding as it's turned into place and locked.

This is dumb. So many people are watching.

But thoughts were drowned out by the passenger door opening and closing abruptly; an all too cheeky smile greeting her, making her worries wash away. "Kick his ass!" Noya yelled with a laugh, "you did it before, do it again!" In one fluid motion, he had buckled himself in and deemed himself her co-driver. Not that she minded; she needed the morale boost that he was all too good at giving.

Only minutes before, the tall, standoffish Sakusa had walked right up to her. Looked down upon her with a hard gaze and an annoyed expression, a mask hiding the small scowl on his features. "Are we racing, or not?" Asking like it was already predetermined, a disservice that he had to, but a given that she would. Now here she sat, mind reeling over the fact that now she had to. Talked a big game and now had to deliver once more.

She knew the street like the back of her hand. But so did he. And he was seasoned in all regard: a pro in drifting, always racking up points for angle and straight up style. It was menacing.

At the end of the day, Sakusa was nothing more than an adrenaline junky who hid it well. Relishing in every qualifier, every tandem, and every street race he so happened to come across on occasion.

But this was exhilarating, a passion he had only ever seen in the eyes of other professional drivers. A drive that was fiery and loud, one of which that might have intimidated him if he thought too long about it.

A passion that was kind, bubbly even, despite the loss she took. Running to his car with lack of regard, only to tell him, "that was sick!" And "that's the best drifting I've ever seen! How'd you do that?" Voice loud, even through reveling in loss, and excited.

Remembering in high school she was nothing more than a girl with a souped up car, and not a clue how to use it, didn't make sense now. She could drift. That was for certain. Drift with a blazing passion that even he couldn't rid his mind of. "You could've fooled me as a pro."

maybe he was flirting, just a little, maybe? but there's no way he'd tell those three that. he did like her in hs after all, and seeing her (almost) beat him again was pretty nice.

he doesn't even know himself, but it was nice to talk to her again.

yn only blew an oil gasket so her miata lives on!! she just has to fix it first

noya's car was insanely messy before today until yn told him to clean it out before the meet. stepping over random wrappers and everything just to get in.

noya is always late to trade classes so that means yn will be too :)

atsumu genuinely stopped asking sakusa things and just started doing them from this point on

sakusa simply wouldn't know what to do with himself if she actually went to the qualifiers. obviously people go, it's a well known thing, but that would mean the public and press see his friends trying to set him up with a random woman.

suna really doesn't care that yn likes sakusa, he's just here for drama

yn will be asking akaashi for help to replace the gasket

taglist under cut

@wyrcan @hilichurl-lover @neuviloved @mayariviolet @wqnsho

[tsukiran]

haikyuu fic recs [ 4 ]

list #1 list #2 list #3 list #5

akaashi keiji. bringing daughter to work // 35mm // sorry, there's only one room left

bokuto koutarou. as a dad // on cloud 9 // laundry shenanigans // 1:40pm // best sweatshirt // tight fit

hinata shoyo. suck // we're hungry // get back

iwaizumi hajime. your brother will kill me if he finds out // mary ann // moan your name // latte me be your lover // grilled cheese // hugs

kageyama tobio. lost ring // laughters

kita shinsuke. just for you // steady // gentle paws

kozume kenma. big stretch

kuroo tetsurou. did it hurt // picture perfect // the lakehouse // spicy sleepover weekend - heatwave edition

matsukawa issei. sperm donor

miya atsumu. shugu // reassurance // birthday wish // sssshit (Hisako) // bad hair day // oatmilk latte // goo goo eyes // hello goodbye // birds of a feather (smau)

miya osamu. was i meant to love you? // anger-melting kisses // perverts // hot even on winter // daddies in december // inevitably // pillows // gray hairs // sweetpie // no glasses please (Hisako) // vs babysitter // favorite color

oikawa tooru. bizarre impulse // kawa.. no // feels like coming home

sakusa kiyoomi. his TOTGA // be good with kids // omi-omi // bus relations // rare specimen // PDA // you okay with this? // jealous omi (com)

sugawara koushi. anatomy of a wish

suna rintarou. socks // your IG while dating // doodoo fart pt2 // rin-nii // anyone // spidey // fake fiancee // be a man // betrayal (Akito) // engagement ring // kita-senpai // aloha, hawaii (smau) // clingy

tsukishima kei. private tour

ukai keishin. positive

ushijima wakatoshi. her playlist // never came this close

inarizaki boys. easily flustered

JNT. great with kids // tsukimi ao3 fic recs masterlist

miya twins. double trouble // twin // samu knows best

msby4. bestfriend

seijoh 4. 4play

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ran2023. updated 9/7/24

[yogurtkags]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄? — hq! masterlist. folders are labeled in order of persona → type → creation , it should be fairly simple to locate what you need. knock yourself out / back to main masterlist

影山 飛雄 KAGEYAMA TOBIO

the usual — series in development

next door to alchemy's brew comes a newly-opened photography studio— an ultramarine's lustre. she grows to remember the tall awkward raven-haired photographer’s usual morning coffee order by heart, and he finds any excuse to take photos of her cafe.

11:23pm

you're my melatonin / another late night in → wc: 446

long live

tobio takes this seemingly last opportunity to tell you how he feels, aka procrastinator kags is in denial up until the last minute (you’re no better) → wc: 1.9k

here with me

tobio comforts you in the only way he knows how → wc: 860

stuck with you

whispered confessions and hesitant embraces of a boy in love → wc: 1.2k

delicate

just the way you are / skin issues → wc: 507

8:37am

can't take my eyes off you / morning routine → wc: 260

l’alba dell’amante (18+)

sweet & spicy v-day wake up / morning sex → wc: 361

日向 翔陽 HINATA SHOYO

strawberry kisses (18+)

there is nothing more secure and anchored than being loved by hinata shoyo → wc: 1.2k

黒尾 鉄朗 KUROO TETSURO

lover boy

fifteen more minutes with tetsu the cuddle bug → wc: 782

lovebirds

they're catching on / not-so secret relationship → wc: 568

happy accidents

perhaps being out on a cold wintry morning has it's blessings (in disguise) → wc: 1.3k

佐久早 聖臣 SAKUSA KIYOOMI

red rouge (18+)

your lipstick stain is a work of art / post-win celebration → wc: 254

hush

japan’s outside hitter sakusa kiyoomi and newly revealed wife, athletic trainer y/n l/n, steals the spotlight in the city of love! → wc: 1.6k

宮 侑 MIYA ATSUMU

distant desires (18+)

atsumu’s away and misses the way you feel against his skin before a big game → wc: 2.3k

宮 治 MIYA OSAMU

count your blessings

getting locked out of your dorm isn’t the worst thing that can happen, until you have to call in a favour from miya osamu, your literal nightmare — or a blessing in disguise? → wc: 1.6k

角名 倫太郎 SUNA RINTARO

so high school

i only see you in the crowd / first kiss → wc: 600

瀬見 英太 SEMI EITA

if not for you — series on hold

steel-calloused fingertips draw constellations across the plains of her heart, and she writes melodies that sing to the depths of his soul

及川 徹 OIKAWA TOORU

lucky charm

tooru's packing for his move to argentina and he finds something that reminds you of fond memories → wc: 628

岩泉 一 IWAIZUMI HAJIME

wind in your sails

you can always count on hajime to meet you at your lowest points → wc: 903

木兎 光太郎 BOKUTO KOTARO

begin again

rediscovering love in the form of keiji's best friend, a 6'2.9 (he says 6'3 anyway) ball of sunshine that looks at you like you hung the stars → wc: 1.3k

清水 潔子 KIYOKO SHIMIZU

looks good on you

your smile lights up the room / pumpkin picking → wc: 412

tags

ᯓ★ : written in the stars ! — writing ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ : xoxo cid ! — general ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ : cid’s bookmarks ! — fic recs ₊˚࿔*:·୧ : cid’s fantasies ! — (nsfw)

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[poursomesunaonme]

no buts

pairing: suna rintarou x gn!reader

summary: rin drops two bombshells on you when you least expect it.

wc: 2k

cw: childhood friends to lovers, angst/comfort, love confession <3

you never thought that you could’ve fallen so hard for suna rintarou.  more importantly, you never thought that you could’ve had your heart broken by him.

it was straight out of the movies, your relationship.  you had grown up on the same street, gone to the same daycare, same grade school, same high school.  every single year of your life, every single season, had a memory of that golden-eyed boy.

suna knew you better than anyone - everything about you.  your favorite food, favorite song for every mood, your nervous habits, your celebration dances.  and despite the disinterested façade he always put up for everyone else, despite how much he didn’t want to admit it, you knew him too.

the two of you always danced around each other, it seemed.  you used the connection that you’ve had since childhood, attributed it to being platonic soulmates.  with every passing year, with the growing love you felt for each other, you always just thought that it was one of those friendly soulmate things.

and finally, over two decades later, there came a point where you couldn’t prolong it any longer, where you thought you yourself might burst, but it came with the most inopportune moment that suna brought with him through your doorway.

you sat across from each other at your dining room table.  your fingers laced perfectly in front of you, your thumb rubbing against the other’s knuckles.  (one of the telltale signs suna knew meant that you were distraught.)

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?”  your voice was barely a whisper.

“i…”  he was uncharacterstically unsure of himself.  “i don’t know.”

“rin, it’s great news.”  you finally found the courage to turn your face up from the table to look at him.  the look on his face didn’t ease your turmoil.  “why aren’t you excited?”

he was silent for a long time.  “it’s really far.”  his brows furrowed.  he looked to the water spot on the table that was a dead giveaway that he wanted to say something else.  and finally, he did.  “i… i don’t wanna leave you.”

“it doesn’t matter that i won’t be there, rin.  this could very well be your big break!  don’t worry about me.” you couldn’t quite convince yourself of the last sentence, even with the forced smile.

“you know i can’t do that.  and i won’t admit that again.”

a smirk toyed with the corner of your lips before the feelings that you had for him bubbled inside of you once more, effectively squashing it back down into a frown.  you had to ignore them, though. suna had to leave, and you had to get over yourself.

“this is a once and a lifetime opportunity.  we’ll stay in touch.  we’ve figured it out before.”

your words fell useless on his heart.  “it was hard last time - and that was only for a few weeks.  this is for at least three years.  i can’t go that long without you, i-”

he cut himself off, planting his hands flat on the table

“rintarou, do not do this.”  you couldn’t help the sternness in your voice.  it was a plea for him not to say the words.

“i don’t think i can hold it back any longer.”  he rubbed his temples, letting out a long sigh. 

you knew what he was going to say before his brain could even formulate the words.

your name fell off his lips with a practiced ease, one that he had known all his life.  his hands crept over the table to settle on yours.  they trembled.  you wanted to pull away - needed to pull away, but you couldn’t.  you hated seeing him like this - all the cockiness gone, no snarky comments, no smirk pasted on his lips.  he looked scared.

“i can’t leave you because i…”

don’t say it.

don’t you dare say it.

you felt it too.  you knew it all too well.  and unfortunately, you’ve known for long enough that it was stupid that you weren’t together already (even though you basically were).  staying over for days at each other’s apartments, sharing drunken kisses and claiming the next day (to both of your chagrin) that it was just the alcohol, waking up tangled in each other’s limbs and enjoying the security of it all - you weren’t just platonic soulmates.  but this was suna’s big career break, and you couldn’t let yourself be the reason why he didn’t take it.  you couldn’t have that weighing on your heart.

“i love you.  i’ve always loved you.”

your heart exploded when he finally forced the words out - the ones with the true intentions that had been trapped in his lungs for years.  it was everything you had ever wanted.  it had grown up with you, seeped into the marrow, melded with your skeleton when your bones fused together.  it had always whispered in the back of your mind every time you shared a chuppet, every time he held you after a break up, every time you cheered him on at a game (you didn’t miss a single one), every time you both repeatedly yelled at the miyas that you didn’t definitely did not have crushes on each other.

but he seriously wasn’t considering turning this down—not when he had worked so hard to become the player he was.  you knew it all too well.  you’d gotten ice packs for him while he sprawled his long legs out on your couch to ice his aching abdominals, his forearms, his fingers.  you’d fed him ibuprofen when he refused to take any.  you’d wrapped his fingers yourself when he said he didn’t need to (he definitely needed to, especially against some of the cannons participating in the tournaments).  he’d worked himself to the bone because he loved the sport.

he admitted that he loved volleyball first, after all.  you didn’t want to compete with that.  you couldn’t let yourself even be in the running.

“rin, you can’t do this.”

“why?”  his eyes widen, running the rough pad of a thumb over your knuckle.  the callous further reminds you of why you have to say what you need to.

“you can’t choose me over this.  it’s what you’ve always dreamed of ever since we were kids.  this could make you.  i can’t stand in the way of that.”

“i’ve dreamed of us ever since we were kids!”  he was nearly yelling.  tears sprang to your eyes at the revelation, at him taking a sledgehammer and shattering the ice that gave way into the rushing torrent of your true affection for each other.  don’t do this don’t do this please don’t do this.  “this is my choice!  why can’t you let me make it?”

you couldn’t quite answer.  of course it wasn’t fair.  it wasn’t fair to either of you.  this was the moment that suna had been bending over backwards for his whole life.  your feelings for each other reaching a fever pitch at the exact time just couldn’t be helped.  it wasn’t fucking fair.

you pulled your hands away from him, letting them settle in your lap, deciding to make them fair.  you were the problem—and you didn’t mean that in a self-deprecating way.  it was the simple truth.  if you were out of the equation, then rin would take the opportunity to pursue what he’s loved his entire life.  you made the decision because you loved him, because you wanted him to be happy, because you didn’t want him to pass up the opportunity just because he finally realized that he loved you.

you didn’t want to make light of his feelings, as that would mean you’re making light of you own; that’s not what you wanted.  you would wait forever if that was the case.  this is just a little hiccup.  however, if he was going to refuse the opportunity of a lifetime because of his feelings for you, you would just have to take drastic measures to make sure that you wouldn’t be around to affect his decision.

“suna rintarou, if you won’t sign with them because you love me, then i won’t hesitate to make you hate me.”

your heart fell with the pitch of your voice.  you weren’t sure if you could bring yourself to break his heart enough to propel him directly into the arms of what could be his future award-winning teammates, but it was what you wanted for him.  as selfish as it was, you didn’t want to be the reason why he passed up his lifelong dream that would allow him to go down in history as one of the greatest volleyball players in japan.

you stood up and whirled around, dead set on locking yourself in your room and crying in fetal position until the most diabolical plan would make itself known to you and allow you to shatter both of your hearts in the process, when suna’s hand clasped around your wrist.

you stopped in your tracks and whirled around, only coming face to face with his chest.  you looked up, finding his golden eyes welling with tears.  it was a sight you hadn’t seen in a long, long time.

“nothing in this world could ever make me hate you,” he whispered.  he reached down to clasp your hands, bringing them up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.  “i know you want what’s best for me.  i know that because i know you.”

his hands dropped yours, and went instead to cup your face.  his palms were coarse against your jawline.

“you think that because i’ve wanted this my whole life and that it’s right in front of me now, that i should go for it, no matter what.  and you’re right.  in a perfect world, i would have already signed on with them and packed my bags.”

tears brim on your waterline.  suna’s thumb stroked your cheek.  the gentle shifting of your skin sent a tear falling down your cheek that he quickly swiped away.  he smiled softly.  it made your knees jello.

“but…” he sighed, sucking his teeth as he fumbled for words.  “sure, this team may take pretty high priority, but… you’re also here.  i’ve wanted you my whole life.  you’re right in front of me now.  i’m finally fucking man enough to admit that i’ve loved you for as long as i’ve known you.”

your throat stung as you fought back the tears.  he couldn’t do this.  there was something that you could figure out.  you always did—even when you were just best friends.  platonic soulmates.  surely, there was something.

“what i mean to say is that there will be other teams with great opportunities.  i know that i’m young and not even at my prime yet, so there will be other chances to succeed—other teams close by.  but there will never be another you.  i will never love any person as much as i love you.  and that’s why i can refuse this deal with all the peace in the world.  that’s why i can’t pass up this opportunity to be with you.  i love y-”

you didn’t let him finish his sentence before your lips crashed onto him, before the last twenty-something years of your lives collided into one big picture of “finally, you dumbasses.”  one of his hands left your face to wrap around your waist, to pull and steady you on your tiptoes.  a smirk tugged on the corners of his lips and you knew he was teasing you in his head about how short you were compared to him.  the kiss doesn’t last long before you pull back begrudgingly.

“now that we have that established…” your hands shook against his chest.  “i still want you to go.  we can figure it out.”

“but-”

you pressed a finger to his lips.  “no buts.  you’re going.  cut the bullshit of ‘another team, another opportunity, yadda yadda.’  you’re going.  we’ll figure it out.”

he paused, then smiled as he pressed his lips forward into your finger.  “you do make a compelling argument.”

“i know.”  you grinned and leaned further into him.  “i’m serious, though, rin.  we’ll work something out.  we’ve managed to survive the last two decades of whatever the hell this is.”

this drew a laugh from him.  “i guess you’re right.”

you both take a minute of silence, silently agreeing that you would still be together even if he was hours away pursuing his dreams.  you had made it that long pining after each other… this would be just fine.   he smiled and tilted his head to the side, leaning down to kiss you again, this time putting all the yearning from his time loving you into it.  you returned it tenfold, and together, you stumbled into the bedroom where you would show each other just how much you’ve wanted this.

© all work belongs to poursomesunaonme. do not copy and repost.

[shoyoist]

please expand more on the shoyo tiktok gym thing 😭 i am going insane ONLY IF YOU WANT TO OF COURSE >:)

content: gn!reader, timeskip and final arc spoilers. established private relationship (that gets revealed). tiktok thirst traps :P just fluff. i rambled a lot lmaoo. note: hehe of course!! for you & me lan<3

— . ｡˚ ♡ hinata shoyo tiktok baddie era let's gooo!

hmmm so shoyo decides to try tiktok out because of all the hype the jnt receives during the olympics. they're the monster generation after all — atsumu and suna have been gaining quite a lot of traction on their pages, and they ask shoyo to cameo in their videos often, by popular demand. so he decides to give it a go!

of course, as soon as shoyo launches his tiktok and posts a video (just a short one of him sitting on the locker room bench at practice, introducing himself while the rest of the jnt are walking around and chatting in the background) he blows up instantly. @n1njashoyo gains over 30k followers within a day, and his first video gets a 100k likes in a couple of days. his account becomes big news everywhere.

he's one of the most popular members of the team globally, so it makes sense. he's known as the cutest player on the jnt, and in brazil/argentina he's so famous as “ninja shoyo”. people start tagging him in edits and fancams, and he sometimes duets them to praise and thank them.

lots of “hinata senshu notice me please 🥺” comments on his videos, and he replies to some of them with “hi !! 👋🏻” because he's just the cutest ever fr <33 he also responds to most japanese commenters and people that comment in portuguese because he understands them better.

his posts are mostly workout routine videos, different kinds of warm-up/cool-down stretches, high protein meal plan discussions—and he also films (and ocassionally goes live during) his evening runs and practise sessions. he has a series of form correction videos on volleyball, and a series of videos on resistance workouts that target specific muscles.

and every time he posts a clip where he's shirtless, doing curls or just anything with the weights, the videos are so clean and zoom in on his muscles so nicely<3 people start commenting things like “hinata sen do you have a camera man?” and he replies to one of them like “yes i do! :)” and they start telling him “senshu i think your cameraman has a crush on you...” little do they know v_v.

he doesn't respond to those comments, and the rumours about him having a lover away from public eye resurface. some viewers from brazil (where he lives at, since he's a player for ASAS) say that they “know something the others dont” etc etc.

and it builds up until about six months after shoyo launches his tiktok, one night he posts a thirst trap. low exposure filter, dim blue lighting, he's shirtless and standing infront of the mirror in just a pair of sweats — and behind him, someone is wrapping their arms around his waist. the video ends as soon as you fully lock your arms around his waist, and it drives his fans crazy.

the fangirls start posting about how their dream husband just announced that they're no longer single, comments like “gf reveal???” “hinata sen WHO IS THAT” “mr. hinata shoyo EXPLAIN” fill nearly all his recent videos.

after that little stunt, he disappears from social media for a bit. he had posted the thirst trap right on the brink of off season, and he stops posting on any of his socials for a couple of months.

then one day he makes a sudden, quick comeback — he drops a long video of himself and you, his beautiful partner, relaxing at a beach resort and enjoying a sunset dinner together at the beach. he clinks his glass of cherry wine with yours, takes a sip and grins at you all dopey before leaning in to give you a kiss. there are matching golden bands on both your ring fingers.

and the caption? “5 stars ⭐ food is good !! :)”

[flyingwargle]

it's another day of practice for ejp raijin. the athletes file into the locker room, deposit their belongings in their assigned lockers, change into practice clothes, and head into the gym carrying towels, water bottles, knee pads, compression sleeves, and other protective gear.

suna would join them, but he has a conundrum. you see, he left his apartment in a rush this morning, having stayed up late last night on a call with his boyfriend, deeply engaged in a debate about whether pancakes were superior or waffles (suna prefers waffles, personally). he barely fell asleep before his alarm woke him up, and he slept through the subsequent snoozes. that meant he didn't have time to double-check his gym bag, a habit he got into after accidentally taking ginjima's bag home in high school. there's no chance that this bag wouldn't be his, but you know what he could've checked?

his clothes.

as an adult living on his own, he established routines to ensure he wouldn't forget things like a clueless high schooler, such as packing the night before and keeping spares in his locker for days when he does forget.

it's because of these routines that screwed him over, though. every weekend, he brings those clothes to wash, and because of last night, he didn't have time to pack them beforehand, nor throw them into his bag before leaving. so now, the only clothes he does have are his usual shorts, socks and court shoes, and, for whatever reason, an onigiri miya t-shirt.

suna and osamu don’t share clothes – at least, not intentionally. he can count on one hand the times that osamu wore his team jacket because it was the first one on the hook, or when suna wore his pullover after osamu forgot it. these moments were all accidental, not at all planned.

but this? this seems planned. unless it wasn't, and suna just doesn't remember when he put the shirt in there. it's not like there's a shortage of them either, not when he's dating the man who produced them.

"you better get changed soon," komori calls out to him from across the locker room. "we have to get out there in five."

"yeah, yeah." suna holds the t-shirt up. it's black, short-sleeved, with an onigiri over the heart, onigiri miya's logo on the back. he tugs his shirt off to pull it on, a bit tight in some areas but he can survive. probably. it's all cotton, so it'll be gross at the end of practice, but that's what washing machines are for.

he changes into his shorts, laces his court shoes, carries his compression sleeves with his water bottle out. komori joins him, whistling a formless tune, until- "what's with your shirt?"

"what about it?"

"you're a walking advertisement. does your boyfriend need more publicity?"

suna tugs on the end of his shirt where it rides up with the slightest arm raise. "i didn't pack my usual shirts, and this is the only one in my bag."

"huh." komori pulls his compression sleeves on. "i see."

"see what? i don't."

"i see that you're whipped."

"it's either this, or i practice shirtless."

"i bet osamu would pay to see that."

they join their teammates, sprawled across the court to stretch. washio glances at them, eyes lingering on suna's shirt. "i didn't know you had a part-time job." his tone is mischievous. "it must be a long commute."

"the lengths he'd go to, just to help his one and only," komori agrees.

"i'm right here," suna deadpans. "it's just a shirt. stop making a big deal out of it."

"can't we tease our lover boy? especially now, when you're clearly wearing your boyfriend's shirt."

"he has a closet full of these. who's to say this isn't a fresh one pulled from the shelf?"

coach enters the gym, clipboard in hand, an entourage of assistants behind him. "let's get started." he stops short, sniffing the air. "is it me, or does it smell like rice vinegar?"

all eyes turn to suna. he coughs behind his hand to hide the blush creeping in his cheeks.

practice goes as well as he expects, with wolf whistles whenever his shirt rides up to reveal his toned abs, and jokes about his new job, helping with advertisement, or, thanks to komori, a preliminary test for when his jersey says miya on the back instead of suna. he grumbles his way out of the locker room, away from the teasing, and finally gets freedom when he starts the commute home.

he waits until his evening call with osamu to complain, starting off after exchanging pleasantries. "did you put an onigiri miya t-shirt in my gym bag?"

"uh." osamu's pause is unconvincing. "no?"

"i suffered through an entire practice session because it was the only shirt i had." suna is sprawled on his loveseat, feet dangling over the ledge. "the guys kept making jokes."

"sounds like ya had a fun time."

"it was annoying. they kept asking if we made some publicity deal, or if i got a new job." he remembers what komori said. "or if i wanted to see how my back would like with your name on it."

osamu laughs. "i thought ya said we weren't gonna change our surnames?"

"i don't want to have any connection with miya atsumu, so no, not until he's retired, or i am."

"but yer fine havin' a connection with me."

"odd question to ask, boyfriend of five years." suna rolls his eyes with a smile. "tell me about your day."

"well, i woke up late 'cause of a certain boyfriend of five years-"

"you weren't the only one."

"so i didn't have time ta really get ready. i just put on the first shirt i found an' it wasn't 'till openin' that kobayashi pointed out that i wasn't wearin' my usual shirt. ya know what it was instead?"

suna blinks. "don't tell me-"

"i'll show ya."

the video call request comes a minute later, and osamu appears on screen. he's holding his phone away to show off his yellow-and-white t-shirt that's slightly too big on him. the ejp raijin logo is in the corner.

"how did that get over there?" suna asks incredulously. "i wore it on friday."

osamu shrugs. "magic?"

"well, i want it back. your shirt is nice and all, but it isn't breathable."

"yeah, i want mine back, too. it ain't right makin' onigiri if my shirt doesn't smell lile rice vinegar."

suna snorts. "what does it smell like, then?"

a pause. then, "you."

he should've seen that coming. a blush creeps onto his face, which he hides behind his arm, mumbling into his sleeve. "i'm not doing any more publicity for you."

"not that i ever needed it."

"okay, boyfriend who owns a very successful business."

osamu chuckles, light and sweet. "lemme see yer face 'fore i hang up. i'm goin' fer drinks with some geezers on the block."

"don't drink too much." suna lowers his arm down. "and don't spill beer on my shirt. rice vinegar is okay, though."

"gotcha. i'll do that tomorrow."

"i was kidding."

"i'm not. good night, boyfriend who's an olympian an' the love of my life."

that pulls a smile from him. "good night."

(they never get their shirts back from each other.)

[nicka-nell]

Pairing: Suna x reader, Semi x reader, best friend Atsumu x reader

Note: Rockstar/Band-AU, angst, hurt, mdni, SMAU

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Atsumu is already sitting in your favorite bar in a private room, away from any fans who might see him. He’s ordered a beer while he’s waiting for you and your new lover to finally arrive. Are you happy with Semi? Does he treat you well? Well, it wouldn’t be hard to treat you better than Suna did in the end… However, Semi is also successful... What if he does something similar to you, like Suna? Yet Suna regrets it… even if it's too late.

One day he was at Suna’s house, mad as he wanted to knock on his door and pull him out of the apartment because he hadn’t shown up for rehearsal once again, but before he could knock, all he heard was the rattling of some object, and then a whimper from Suna. Almost as if he was crying... followed by the words “Please come back.” Totally unusual for the otherwise so indifferent guy. That was the only day Atsumu went back to band practice without picking up Suna.

Should he perhaps have told Suna that he was still in contact with you? No, he had promised not to tell Suna anything. Even if he's worried for Suna's mental state, he would always stick to your side. He would protect you from more harm.

Sighing, Atsumu swirls his beer and tilts his head back as the door to the VIP room opens and you enter the room with Semi at your side. You take off the mask, cap and glasses that have protected you from unwanted paparazzi or fans as you run up to Atsumu with a beaming smile and hug him.

“Tsumu! We’re finally seeing each other again!” Your voice is whiny, but he can hear the joy in it as well. Semi, who is standing behind you, takes a step forward and extends his hand to politely introduce himself to Atsumu before you all sit down and order fresh drinks. 

Atsumu is sitting on the opposite side of you. Semi and you took a seat on a spacious leather lounger, big enough to fit several people. And yet Semi sits close to you, his hand gently on your thigh as you lean against him.

It was a bit like watching a k-drama. The drinks came and you had looked over from your drink to Semi's a little frustrated. Semi, who was taking a sip of his drink, saw the look on your face and held the glass out to you with a "would you like to try?". Happily, you took a sip. It was obvious that his drink tasted better to you. Semi had also tasted yours, wasn't really convinced with it, but he smiled and just said "Yours isn't bad either. You wanna swap?" How pleased he seemed that your eyes began to shine, as you accept his drink. Atsumu lets out a soft, pleased sigh.

“Soooo ya turned my bestie’s head? Must be a genuinely good dude if she simps about ya like that.” Atsumu grins and raises his beer in a gesture as if to toast, before bringing it to his lips and taking a generous swig of the bitter drink.

“Well, actually, she turned my head pretty well.” Semi laughs sheepishly. He looks over at you, almost shy for such a big man. “Yeah I know, she’s already told me a bit about ya. Treat her well, kay?” Atsumu’s last words are barely louder than a whisper, but Semi understands them and nods.

Silence falls for a second and you feel yourself getting a little nervous. Will the two men get along? Yet the worry quickly fades as the two men start talking about everything related to music. Until Semi gets up and leaves the room briefly to go to the bathroom. Now you are alone with Atsumu and you can guess what question is coming,

“Semi... I mean Eita... he seems like a really nice guy.” Atsumu starts and looks over at the door. “Yeah... he’s really great. He makes me feel like he’s backing me, supporting me...” Just like Suna used to be... except now you’re not even sure if Suna really supported you back then, or if he just did it to take advantage of you until he achieved his goal.

“Ya know, I think it gotta be good for y’all... for ya and Rin if ya could talk things out. If ya could make amends with the issue. I don’t wanna sugar-coat what he did. It was simply shitty and backstabbing. But I can see the band falling apart… Day after day, I see how much Rintarou suffers from all this, how he blames himself over and over again.” Atsumu finds it difficult to find the right words. How can he defend someone for whom fame was more important than a friendship, a dream, a love for another person?

“If ya wanna talk-” Just as he is about to continue, the door opens again and Semi walks back in, causing Atsumu to fall silent. The musician isn’t stupid. He immediately notices that something is wrong. That you were talking about something he probably shouldn’t hear. Casually, he sits back down on the seat next to you, puts his arm lightly over your shoulder and smiles at you before looking at your friend.

“What were you two talking about?” he asks without any malicious, ulterior motives. But Atsumu is unsure whether he can tell the truth. Maybe you didn’t tell Semi about the band, about being kicked out? Although... actually he would probably have found out in the news at the latest… After all, that was one of the biggest headlines nearly a year ago.

“We were just talking about my ex. You know, Rintarou.” You say calmly in reply and suddenly Atsumu shows surprise, glances over at your new lover. Semi just nods understandingly. There is no hint of jealousy in his gaze. No negative thoughts. Instead, he shows interest and, above all, composure.

“Wow... you’re handlin’ it real well. Most dudes would freak out if their gal talked bout their ex.” Most people get at least a little jealous, or maybe insecure, but not Semi. Atsumu is impressed by his calmness and the way he deals with the topic.

“Perhaps, but you know... Y/n told me everything and I’m thankful for that. We are taking things really slowly. Trust doesn’t build up again overnight after such a nasty incident. She knows that she has my full support and that I will wait, no matter how long. Right?” Semi says and looks over at you with a gentle smile, stroking your arm lightly with his hand, which is still over your shoulder while you return his smile and lean against him.

Atsumu is relieved... you look really happy, and Semi seems to be genuinely serious about you. Perhaps you should keep Suna’s number blocked after all. It’s probably better if you two don’t talk in the end. If Suna simply learns to deal with the pain and forgets about you.

“Should I get us some more drinks, or should we pay?” Semi’s voice interrupts Atsumu’s thoughts as he looks at his fifth empty beer glass. Maybe he should leave it at that. After all he has another band rehearsal tomorrow. You too, look a little tired. 

“I think that’s it for me today.” Atsumu wails and you also seem to nod tiredly, wanting to reach for your wallet, but Semi stops you. “It’s all good. I’ll pay for us today. I’ll go ahead... you can have a chat with Atsumu before you join me again.” After his kind words, a quick kiss on the temple follows before he stands up, puts his cap and mask back on, takes his glasses and leaves the room to pay at the counter.  

By now the club is really busy and Semi has to wait quite a while for his turn to pay. It takes him several minutes to get his credit card back and to put his card back into his pocket before he turns towards the VIP rooms to see if you’re coming out. Yet a voice makes him flinch and draws his attention in the opposite direction.

“Semi... Semi Eita? Is that you?”

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oh my god wait there's so many sorry i like. blacked out seeing balancing act ii LOL

please tell me about brace for impact akaashi... or making things up as we go osamu......... my heart surrenders kiyoomi??? where's the trophy suna?????? (sorry i picked so many you can just choose whichever you wanted to talk about haha)

(i love reading your thoughts about your writing. you're always so careful with themes and the portrayal of the character and the reader and your syntax is always so thoughtful it's so. good. so good!!)

AHHHHH okay im gonna try to refrain from yapping ur ear off but these are some of my faves so, speed running through 'em:

brace for impact starring rich girl w/ absent parents!reader x canon timeskip!akaashi; your family is good friends with his + because you're in your rebellious eighteen year old phase (you're described as an irresponsible, irreverent party girl + you have a string of one night stands and just overall demonstrate reckless behavior), your family asks if it's okay if you live with a twenty-two year old akaashi and have him watch over you. roommates to lovers, opposites attract, the whole nine yards!!!! one of my favorite lines i've written abt romance comes from this fic & it's a bit silly, but i think it does showcase love pretty well. reader is going to be a reformed party girl at this point, but she tells akaashi "you're my person. you're the one who would wake up at 2am even though you have to get up at 5:30 just to walk through frat party and search for me in the bushes because you know that's where i would be passed out in. no one else would do that for me. not a lot of people would do that for anyone." and an excerpt of one of my fave scenes:

making things up as we go!!!! oh so fun!!!! secret heiress to one of the biggest food companies in the world!reader x canon timeskip!osamu !!!!!!! SO FUN!!!!!!! reader is very bubbly and happy go lucky. you're working undercover at her family's company & no one really respects you. the truth is, you're set to inherit the business but you don't really like the business aspect of things. you're a literal ray of sunshine but you're so bad at your job that your coworkers get frustrated with you + everyone knows that you're rich. you're genuinely nice, but rich and pretty and practically un-hateable?? ofc ppl will get jealous and hate you anyway 😭 so you usually go to lunch alone, and you're a MASSIVE foodie. you find onigiri miya + you quickly become one of his regulars and the story is sectioned off in meals that you share (it'll make sense when you see the excerpt LOL) + there are SO many romcom scenes i want to write in it!!! but a big part of this fic is chasing your dreams, no matter what people say or how scared you are. reader actually wants to be a mukbanger LOL, or do food vlogging. because it's what you enjoy. and so you do make a mukbang channel & it's slow growing at first, and osamu doesn't reveal he's your first subscriber so one day you come running into the store, out of breath and so excited, and you're like "osamu!!! my latest video got 26 views and 2 likes and i got a new subscriber!!!!!" (i think i'll have him use that throwaway account he made to subscribe to also comment on ur vids to encourage you <3)

this whole fic makes u feel like ur listening to a really upbeat beabadoobee song <3 but we get really hot osamu, too. ugh i need the cliche fun moment where you're cooking together and for some reason, you get flour all over yourself and do that silly thing where you also get osamu equally messy since he's teasing you and you're both laughing and having a tiny "fight" where you're throwing flour at each other and then he totally ends up accidentally backing you into the counter and you're so close to each other that he could easily just lean down a bit and kiss you right then and there. reader coming into onigiri miya before they open and sitting all pretty while osamu is busy doing inventory and you pause mid-story because holy shit, how is he lifting so many bags of rice at a time and has his biceps always been so big and his black uniform shirt so snug???? i want him to be jealous of you going on a date until you come back like a day later to give him a recap and the restaurant your date chose was AWFUL and you're both foodies so you and osamu are bonding over how bad his taste is. know that there is going to be a scene where reader and osamu have an indirect kiss and you're totally freaking out about it (and he might be too 🤭) like you two share a straw because you want him to try your drink and you're practically shoving it in his face so he just leans in and sips it all casually and is like "ur right, it's good" and you're just thinking abt his lips touching the same straw your lips have and you're like 🤭🤭🤭 AND!!!!

reader and him totally bond over the fact that sometimes the dingiest restaurants that r tucked away in hard to find locations who serve their meals in not the most aesthetic plating have some of the best meals. something abt the sticky floors and faded outdated menus and elderly couple running the joint just hits differently. ugh and him and you start sharing meals bc reader wants to eat w him and it’s partly bc you're so alone but your philosophy is that food tastes better when shared/eaten with someone you care for and so maybe somewhere towards the end, you're like walking and he breaks off a piece of some snack and gives you the bigger half and you're like “osamu, i want to share all my food with you for the rest of my life.”

MY HEART SURRENDERS!!! one of my beloved followers requested an ex-husband to lovers fic with sakusa and the two of you have a kid but you both got married young and sakusa is a bit too prideful and a touch too silent when he needs to communicate so you two get divorced.

someone else asked for where's the trophy so that will be answered elsewhere hehe (this post is already obnoxiously long LMAO)

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Haikyuu matchup for pegasus 🌌!!!

My friend, my lovely pegasus 🌌 anon, may I present to you your matchup! It did take me a while as I struggled to get into the groove of it all. Nonetheless I finished it all up and was happy! Please, enjoy this to your heart’s extent!

For anyone who wants a matchup look here: 2 Lines & A Circle : Flavor of Love, Find Your Match~ (tumblr.com)

For a friend I’m sending you Rintarō Suna!

Suna may sound like an odd match, but I’m sold on the idea of you two being buds. Imagine a chill, relaxing kind of friendship. Suna would be interested in you as it would be different from his chaotic life with the twins. He would naturally be drawn to your closed off behavior, but after getting through the surface he would be sold on you. Suna would go with you to share his little tricks he did on Atsumu and even share music with you.

Since you’re a bit of a daydreamer Suna might also ask about what goes on inside your head. He’ll even tease you about them from time to time, he does it all in good fun of course. I also, don’t pick you out to be a leader kind of person, which is totally chill! Suna would never admit it, but sometimes when he’s with you it feels like he’s got own little pup following him. When you do follow him, you’ll notice how he’s someone who goes with the flow a bit too much.

One day he might be dragging you into a volleyball game, then before you know it, he’s dragging you to a convenience store. You can always look forward to experiencing new little adventures when you’re with Suna. Oh, and if you find yourself unable to speak up, Suna will pull you away. I can’t really see him handling a situation with fire, so he’ll just calmly put it out.

For a lover I’m sending you Osamu Miya!

Originally, I was going to be Tendou, but times changed after I slept on it. So now love you, get yourself Osamu Miya!!! Whoo hooo!

Osamu is a realistic romantic. He’s never going to do those grand gestures of romance like his brother. Nor is he going to show up at a broke ass restaurant for a date. What you can look forward to is very small yet warm romantic gestures. Like if he notices your hair is about to get in the way of your food, he’ll tie your hair up. Probably the type to say I love in the morning and at night or really whenever he feels like it.

To him you were eye catching as you were someone who he couldn’t ever solve. At one moment you were silent then you had been buzzing around Suna. Man could never figure you out and he was invested. Just how could he get you to react to him like that? He found your reserved yet clingy behavior to be like a cat. Osamu just had to have you for himself.

Eventually Osamu figured he needed to make his move fast and was going to warm up to you with a simple confession. No, he wasn’t going to say he liked you outright, but he wanted to make his inventions clear to you. All he wanted was to let you know you were going to be his. His courting process would be getting to know you better and easing your personalities together. The relationship is going to move at your pace till you ease into being with Osamu.

When you do eventually get together, he’ll want to cherish you, bringing you to all sorts of dates. Cooking for you is another must, whenever he makes a new dish, you’re the first to try it! As for physical touch, I actually think Osamu would start off slow, maybe just light touches every now and then. Think of it as a tutorial in a video game, I say this because physical touch is very big for Osamu.

With that I bring to you a matchup that was probably long overdue. Better late than never! Also thank you for requesting a matchup, it really brought back this vibe that I haven’t felt in a while.

[rinsoap]

˚ ༘ ♡⋆｡˚ ﾐ the big inarizaki three's favourite artists! (remastered)

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : suna rintaro. atsumu miya. osamu miya.

note : HEYYY IT'S BEEN A HOT MINUTE LMFAO my bad y'all... i'm hyperfixated on haikyuu again + i've been real fixated on music 4 the past year so i thought i should revisit this lol

SUNA RINTARO:

!!? of course he likes playboi carti. who do u think he is?! he found most of his favourite artists from tiktok or his friends and the one exception is playboi carti. he's BEEN a fan since his self titled debut album. he's so annoying about disliking carti's new era. def went as vamp carti for halloween. he was really into the corny ass opium aesthetic when it first became popular until his friends had to tell him it wasn't hard 😭 once he discovered real alternative like metal, he chilled out lol.

his favourite songs by playboi carti are:

★ lean 4 real (ft skepta) on the die lit album.

★ flex on the playboi carti album.

★ not pLaying on the whole lotta red album.

!!? i still believe he's a kpop fan and his favourite group is new jeans. don't talk to me. he loves all that melodic kpop like bibi and IU. don't worry though, he's not a weirdo about it, he just loves the mv lore. he's watched the ditto mv a hundred times over and TRUST the new ep had him geeked. he even has a stan twitter account but it's private and only the miya twins and iwaizumi are following it YES him and iwa r bffs YES iwa put him on most of favourite artists

his favourite songs by new jeans are:

★ get up on the newjeans 2nd EP 'get up'.

★ right now on the supernatural EP.

★ attention on the newjeans 1st EP 'new jeans'.

⌗ HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: LOOP (ft lil cherry) by yves. jennifer's body by ken carson. be quiet and drive (far away) by deftones. true romance by pinkpantheresss. I THINK by tyler, the creator.

OSAMU MIYA:

!!? he's been into metal since forever. he's the coolest deftones fan as in he's not fucking annoying about 🙏 he likes a lot of alt rock he might even be an honourary goth. he's still mad at anthony fantano for only rating koi no yokan a 6/10. has a big around the fur poster in his room that definitely has scared atsumu when he gets up in the middle of the night.

his favourite songs by deftones are:

★ 7 words on the adrenaline album.

★ dai the flu on the around the fur album.

★ rx queen on the white pony album.

!!? average MF DOOM lover... he started listening to him after hearing him on the gta 5 radio him n suna n atsumu play all the time and he was immediately obsessed. the orgin story to him being rap snob. it's not as bad as it was for suna with carti but he's big into old school alternative/underground hiphop and to the right crowd it can come off dorky which is who he is at heart!!! but mostly it just comes off sooo pretentious lol. "did you know mm... food is an anagram of mf doom 🤓" they faces killing me why no one gaf 😭

his favourite songs by MF DOOM are:

★ raid on the madvillainy album.

★ vomitspit on the MM...FOOD album.

★ go with the flow on the operation: doomsday album.

⌗ HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: survival tactics by joey bada$$. love will tear us apart by joy division. through the wire by kanye west. pretty by korn. you know how we do it by ice cube.

MIYA ATSUMU:

!!? ooh i just KNOW he's a brent faiyaz stan. look at his stupid face and then look me in my eyes and TELL ME he's not blasting larger than life 24/7. he loves stereotypical rnb him n oikawa will literally arrange cry sessions to ctrl by sza... but anyways. the way he turns into the most conceited and insufferable mf when he listens to brent's music must be studied... bro he'll turn on role model and start winking at himself in the mirror like SOMEONE STOP HIMMM

his favourite songs by brent faiyaz are:

★ ALL MINE on the WASTELAND album.

★ upset on the larger than life album.

★ talk 2 u on the sonder son album.

!!? he loves his sexy rnb but he also lovesss his pop girlies and the bridge between that is doja cat. he's an og fan of course he was bumpin say so BEFORE it got big or so he says he's a big fan of the hiphop elements of her music. and ooh best believe he is LIVING for her scarlet era he is a demons defender till he dies. "you guys just didn't understand what she was going for" right..

his favourite songs by doja cat are:

★ bottom bitch on the hot pink album

★ go off on the scarlet album.

★ options (ft JID) on the planet her album.

⌗ HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: never lose me (ft SZA and cardi b) by flo milli. espresso by sabrina carpenter. feels like summer by childish gambino. ex for a reason (with JT from city girls) by summer walker. mrs. officer by lil wayne.

[sunafc]

Seems like you fell for me again — ft. Suna Rintarou.

cw: wc 3k, fem reader, time skip au kinda, exes to lovers, lovesick suna.

You lay on the couch letting out a sigh. You take a look at the furniture in your apartment. It’s placed randomly around the room, cardboard boxes are everywhere, the shelves and the walls are completely empty. The couch you’re on is so out of place, in the middle of the room, and you don’t even have curtains on your windows yet. It’s a big mess and it looks kinda sad. You can hear your phone ringing, it’s on the kitchen counter. It takes you a few seconds to get up and walk to it. It’s a call.

‘Sunarin <3’

You read it again, to be sure. But then again, as strange as it may be, you were kind of expecting it. You accept the phone call and bring your phone to your ear, swiftly moving your hair out of the way.

‘Hello?’ You say.

‘Hi,’ he replies and, as you hear his voice, you let out a deep breath. His voice is a bit deeper than the last time you heard it. You can hear him taking in some air, he’s going to say something, but you don’t hear anything. He doesn’t say anything. You can hear the sound of his steps as he nervously walks back and forth.

‘Suna...’ You say. You can’t hear his steps anymore, he stopped.

‘Yeah, I’m here,’ he says and swallows his saliva, ‘So, you are back.’

You assumed this was the reason behind the call.

You had gotten back in Japan just a few days earlier. You and Suna used to live in the same neighborhood when you were in high school so, when you got back in the country and went to see your parents, you also happened to meet Suna’s mom who was taking out the trash. She greeted you, she asked you how you’ve been. It made you feel nostalgic from when you were only sixteen, you would visit her house almost everyday because any excuse was good enough to see Suna. She asked you if you’d seen his son, you told her not yet. You hadn’t even told him you were back, but you figured now his mom was going to let him know.

‘Mhm.’ You mumble, nodding as if he could see you. You lean on the counter, waiting for him to say something but, again, you can only hear faint sounds of him moving around. It’s as if you had him right in front of you, you could vividly imagine him in his house, on the phone with you. He has a hand in the pocket of his sweats as the other holds the phone, he’s walking around the room with his head thrown back as he looks at the cieling.

He takes a deep breath, ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘Oh, Suna...’

You have thought of it, of telling him you were coming back. Doubts flooded your mind and you were still weighing the options today.

‘We haven’t talked in so long, I—’ Your voice dies in the back of your throat, ‘I didn’t know if you wanted to know.’

‘I did.’

You’re not sure what to say to that, so you say nothing. You can hear the sound of water being poured in a glass, then you hear him drink it down.

‘Can I see you?’ He asks in a whisper.

‘Yeah, of course.’ You say softly and you can feel a smile forming on your face.

When the phone call ends you stare outside the window lost in thoughts. The realization of how much you’ve missed him just now sinking in as you remember your break up years ago.

You had told Suna about going to college abroad months prior to your graduation. You were walking together after his volleyball practice. He was holding your hand and you were looking at your shoes as you told him.

He stopped walking, ‘You’re leaving?’

You looked at him with tears already forming in your eyes, ‘It’s a great opportunity Rin...’

‘Oh no yeah I know, sweet girl, and I want you to go, obviously,’ he got closer to you and wiped your tears, ‘I’m just going to miss you.’

‘I'll miss you too.’ You said and you couldn’t help the tears from falling down your cheeks.

‘What are you so sad about, I thought this was what you wanted... and besides, it’s just for a few years,’ he hugged you and ran his fingers through your hair, ‘Are you going to miss me that much?’

You stepped away from him, ‘I think it’s best if we break up.’

For a moment he doesn’t say anything. It’s just you two standing on the sidewalk as the cars pass by in the street. Then you could see his eyes getting glossy and you wanted to move, to get closer to him, to get back in his arms, to tell him you take it back. Your legs wouldn’t move and no sound was coming out of your mouth.

‘Why?’ He asked fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie.

‘I—’ more tears fell from your eyes, ‘We won’t be able to see each other and,’ your heart was physically hurting, as if it was continiously being stabbed, ‘I’ll be busy with studying and you’ll be busy with volleyball...’

A car passes by outside your window, bringing you back to reality. Suna agreed to meet you at your apartment and help you moving in. You go to your room to get changed out of your sleepwear, anxiety starts growing inside you at the thought of seeing Suna again after so long. You start wondering what he’ll think of you now, of how he’s changed. What does he look like now? Is he taller? Did he change his haircut? You think that maybe you look a little lame, you’re still tired from the long flight and the dark circles under your eyes don’t help your case. It all feels like when you were just a teenager with a silly crush on your neighbor, when you’d spend hours deciding what to wear the next day to school just so his gaze would linger on you a little longer. You take one last look at yourself in the bathroom mirror before deciding that your hair looks fine enough and then, your doorbell rings.

You open the door and you’re met with his beautiful green eyes. You fight the urge to run in his arms and you try to hide the smile creeping up on your face.

‘Hi,’ you say letting him in, ‘Sorry for the mess.’

You take a better look at him, he is taller and his hair is shorter. It suits him, you think.

‘Hey,’ he greets you, he takes off his shoes, ‘You look good.’

You smile, ‘I think I’ve looked better, but thank you.’

He goes wandering around every room to check out your apartment. In your bathroom he notices the toothpaste you have sitting on your sink, it’s still the same brand you used to buy when you were younger. In your bedroom he takes a look at your bedsheets, they are the same you had on your old bed when he slept at your house for the first time.

‘Do you want something to drink?’ You ask from the kitchen. You open the fridge, ‘I don’t have much to offer though...’ you mutter under your breath.

‘Mh...’ he takes a peak inside your fridge sneaking behind you, he grabs the cranberry juice bottle and studies it, ‘This seems nice.’

You smile and move to get him a glass, ‘Here.’

‘This place is cool,’ he takes a sip of the red drink, ‘You just need to settle in, right now it looks a bit... anonymous.’

‘Yeah I’m just a little overwhelmed, still so many things to unpack and all that furniture to move...’

The awkwardness from your phone call is soon replaced by the familiarity of being together. You catch up on each other lives, he tells you about his volleyball team and his matches, you tell him about your studies and your exams. He’s happy, you notice. He has a genuine smile on his face as he tells you about his latest practice. You’re happy too, that he’s here. That he’s talking to you, you’re happy to listen to him. Happy to see him, to notice all the little habits he still has. The way he taps his fingers on the glass he’s holding as he talks, how he leans back in the chair he’s sitting on, the way he keeps intense eye contact with you for a few seconds, that feel like hours, just to move his gaze somewhere else and catch you staring when he looks back at you. You’re happy to see he’s, somehow, the same old Suna Rintarou you once knew.

‘Enough about volleyball,’ he gets up from the chair, ‘I’ve come here to help.’

So you get to work and after a couple of hours the room looks completely different to what it looked like that morning. Your sofa is still in the middle of the room, but now there’s a low table in front of it and the beautiful carpet your mom gifted you is beneath it. All the cardboard boxes are piled in a corner still waiting to be emptied, but at least it’s tidier. Suna helped you move every piece of forniture exactly where you wanted and now, your windows even have curtains.

‘Way better.’ You say with both your hands on your hips, looking satisfied.

Suna hums beside you, ‘So what do I get for helping you?’

‘Oh and here I thought you just wanted to spend time with me,’ you roll your eyes at him, ‘What would you like? And don’t joke about anything sexual, you idiot.’

‘Ah, too bad then...’ He smirks then his expression changes to something more sincere, ‘How about you stop calling me Suna, mh?’

You know exactly what he means and you can feel your cheeks getting warmer, you avoid his gaze as you say ‘Alright, Rin.’

You don’t miss the shit-eating grin that forms on his face, and you can’t help but smile yourself. Suna suppresses the temptation to pick you up and spin you around, to hold you, to get closer to you and to vomit a love confession right there in that instant. He prides himself in being good at hiding his true feelings, so he acts indifferent and tells you it’s time for him to go but, when you walk him to the door and say bye to him, the sun is hitting you just the right way. Your kind eyes look even prettier and you look drop-dead gorgeous, he feels like sixteen again wearing his heart on his sleeve for you.

He can’t help the words from escaping his lips as he leaves and says, ‘Bye, love you.’ And he doesn’t even realize what he’s saying because his mind feels like any teenage girl’s notebook: filled with heart doodles and your name on every page, written in pink glittery gel pen.

You on the other hand, you realize what he’s saying, your mind is muddled with thousands of different thoughts running wild and your heart is racing. You wonder why he said that and you find yourself overthinking once again.

You close the door and let out a loud groan.

—

It’s been almost a week since that ‘Bye, love you.’. Suna came to your house again, he helped you some more, there are only a couple of cardboard boxes left to unpack. Now when you look at your apartment, it feels like you. There are pictures on the wall, books on the shelves, colorful notes sticking to your fridge with magnets of every shape. Your bathroom cabinet filled with products and in your bedroom, you already formed a pile of clothes on a chair. Suna even helped you with your grocery for the week and yet, no one addressed those two words. Now it’s getting late but you’re not tired yet. You’re laying on your couch watching some show on netflix when your phone starts ringing and, as you read ‘Sunarin <3’ on the screen, it all feels like déjàvu.

‘Hello.’ You answer. You wait for a response on the other line but you can only hear the noise of cars passing by and people talking in the background.

‘Hi?’ You try again and this time you can hear Suna asking someone if it’s your voice he heard, then you hear someone else saying ‘Shut yer trap, Suna.’

Someone finally talks to you, ‘Hi, Y/n, it’s Samu.’

‘Oh, hey, is everything alright?’

‘Yeah look, we went out to drink and Suna here got a little too tipsy.’

You can hear Suna and Atsumu arguing but you can’t make out the exact words, still, the mental image makes you smile.

‘He wants to see ya.’ Osamu says.

You hear Suna in the background asking to talk to you, Osamu probably moves the phone away from him as you hear vague noises in the distance.

‘Should I take him home or can I bring him to ya?’

Your brain is slower than your mouth and the words just escape from your lips as you tell Osamu your new address.

When the doorbell rings you rush to the door and you’re met with Atsumu, in the back you see Suna with an arm around Osamu’s shoulders as they carefully make their way to your apartment.

As soon as Suna lays his eyes on you a grin shows up on his face and you can’t help but reciprocate it. The twins leave the boy in your care before saying their goodbyes. You close the door behind you and when you turn around you’re quick to be engulfed by Suna’s arms. He was always a clingy person, and even more so when drunk. You missed being embraced by him, his warmth, his touch, him.

‘I missed you while you were gone.’ He says as he thigthens his arms around your body.

It feels like he’s ripping your heart from your chest with his bare hands.

‘Did you miss me too?’ He asks with pleading eyes.

When you broke up with him, when you left, you also left a part of you behind. A part of you that, by then, was not yours anymore but Suna’s.

You avert your gaze from him, ‘Come on, let’s go, you need water,’ you try to push him towards your kitchen, ‘Please, Rin.’

You get him to sip some water then you walk him to the bathroom. You make him sit on the edge of the bathtub, in front of the sink, and you push his hair back with a headband.

‘I’m gonna wash your face, you’re sweaty and you stink.’

He nods to that, he let’s you do wathever you want, happy that you’re there with him, that you’re paying attention to him. You do your whole skincare routine on his face as it reminds you about the many times he did it for you. When you’re done, you place little dots of moisturizer on his skin then start massiging it to spread it out evenly. Suna is keeping his eyes closed, giving you the chance to admire his face and skin as much as you want. You trace the shape of his eyebrows, his cheekbones, his nose and you can’t stop your thumb from grazing his lips.

His eyes flutter open in an istant and you run from his gaze lowering your head. He slides his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. His hands creeps inside your tshirt to feel your bare skin. He caresses your waist and your lower back, you feel your skin tingling under his touch.

You grab one of his wrists to stop him, ‘Rin...’

He moves his hand from your waist to your hand, he moves up and his long fingers trace meaningless shapes on your inner arm. The air around you seems getting hotter.

‘Can I kiss you?’ He asks.

Your eyes widen and you quickly put an hand over his chest to be sure he won’t move, your heart is racing so fast you swear it’s going to break your ribcage. You want to say yes, you want to feel his lips against yours again, you want his hands in your hair as he pulls you closer to deepen the kiss, you want him biting your bottom lip, you want him grinning against your face, you want to feel his hot breath on you as he tells you he loves you in the middle of the kiss, you want to tell him you love him too. You want to tell him you never stopped loving him.

‘You’re drunk.’ Is what you say.

‘I wanted to kiss you when I was sober too,’ he cups your face with one hand, ‘I always want to kiss you.’

‘You need to sleep.’ You say, but your gaze doesn’t move from his lips.

‘Please,’ he whispers, ‘Just a peck?’

You really want to say yes. He’s looking up at you with half lidded eyes, his lips almost pouting and he just looks too cute with your pink headband holding back his hair. Your thumb graze past his bottom lip again and, before you can stop yourself, you’re lowering your face on his. When your noses meet it’s too late to turn back, you feel his breath on you and your lips part on their own. Soon his lips are on yours. It really is just a peck and it lasts only a few seconds, yet it still makes you feel the butterflies in your stomach and crave for more. You give him another quick peck before caving in and kiss him. You put your arms around his neck and Suna’s hand on your face moves to your nape to keep your head still as he wastes no time slipping his tongue in. His grip on your waist thightens and he pulls your whole body closer. You’re so into the kiss you both forget Suna’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub so, when you lean on him as he pulls you closer, he falls back bringing you with him.

‘Rin oh my god!’ You check if he hit his head, ‘Are you okay?’

He laughs and reassures you everything is alright, he cups your face and gives you another peck, ‘Seems like you fell for me again,’ he says that with a sly mirk, ‘Quite literally.’

You push his hands away, ‘You fell too!’

‘So you’re not denying it?’ He promptly asks.

‘Let’s talk about it tomorrow, alright?’ You say after taking a deep breath. You get out of the bathtub and you reach out to him with your hand, ‘Time for bed.’

He grabs your hand and leaves the bathtub, ‘Y/n?’

‘Mh?’ You murmur as you look for a tshirt for him to change into.

‘I lov—’

You throw the tshirt in his face, ‘Don’t say it. Tell me tomorrow.’

He smiles at you and pulls you in a hug, ‘Okay, don’t worry, I will remember.’

You smile hugging him back, ‘You better.’