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laventae · 1 day ago

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Serendipity

Summary: You accidentally bump into Suna once, then a second time, then a third time.... before it starts seeming like fate has already decided its course for the both of you.

Pairings: Suna Rintaro x F!reader

Genre: Mostly fluff, College/Uni au

Word count: 1.5k words

Part: (1) , (2) , (3) , 4 , (TBC)

(A/N: Well well well, guess who finally re-appeared :) Does anyone even read these? Maybe I’m just talking to myself at this point, haha. I actually had a few chapters sitting in my drafts that I never got around to posting, so I might finally do that (with a bit of editing along the way). If anyone is out there and wants to see something specific, feel free to throw me some ideas! And to my one loyal follower who keeps asking me to update, this one’s for you.)

“Suna?” you ask, almost to yourself.

He looks around the store, then spots you at the counter and walks in. You notice a faint smile tug at his lips as he makes his way over.

“Hey,” you greet, smiling as he approaches. “What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted a quiet place to read,” he says, holding up the book in his hand.

“Right,” you nod, trying not to sound too hopeful. “What can I get you?”

Suna orders a drink, pulling out his wallet, but you shake your head and wave your hand.

“No, no. I told you — it’s on me,” you remind him.

“It’s okay, I can pay—”

“Nope. Let me do this,” you insist, and he gives in.

“I feel bad... but thanks.”

“Please don’t,” you smile. “You can sit anywhere, I’ll bring your order when it’s ready.”

He nods and heads to a table while you get to work on his drink. A few minutes later, you carry it over.

“Here you go,” you say, placing it down. He looks up at you, eyes soft. “It’s not much, but I hope you like it.”

“Thanks.”

You turn to leave, but he calls out.

“Uh—wait. When does your shift end?” he asks, a little awkwardly.

You check your watch. “Around five. Why?”

He shrugs. “Just wondering.”

You smile. “Alright, if you need anything, just let me know.”

-~-~-

“Thanks for your hard work, y/n,” your boss says as you leave the staff room, changed out of your uniform.

“Thank you!” you reply, stepping into the main café — only to spot Suna still at the table you left him at. He’s leaning forward with his chin on his hand, looking out the window.

You walk over quietly. “Hey,” you say, but there’s no answer.

“Hey?” you repeat, sitting opposite him. That’s when you realize his eyes are closed.

‘Is he asleep?’ you smile to yourself.

You poke his cheek gently. “Suna?”

He jolts upright, blinking at you — then relaxes when he sees your face.

“Oh. Hey. What time is it? You’re done?”

“Yeah, it’s five now,” you say. “Were you... waiting for me?” you ask, half-joking.

“Would it be weird if I said yes?”

You feel your face heat up. You weren’t even serious when you asked that.

“Oh,” is all you manage.

He grabs his phone and book, then stands. “Can I, uh... walk you home?” he asks, running a hand through his hair. You stare at the way it falls back into place. So soft.

You shake the thought away and stand too.

“You waited all this time just to walk me home?” you tease as you both head for the door.

“It is weird, isn’t it?” he says, holding the door open for you.

You chuckle. “No, not at all.”

You walk side by side, quiet but comfortable, until you speak again.

“Actually... I was thinking of grabbing dinner. Wanna join?”

“Oh—my bad, did you already have plans with someone?”

You laugh. “No, I’m asking you if you wanna come.”

“Oh.” He perks up. “Yeah. Sure.”

-~-~-

After dinner, the two of you step out of the restaurant into the cool evening air. The conversation had flowed easily, light and a little clumsy in a way that made you smile. You even brought up what Hina asked earlier that day.

You were both unsure about the whole fake dating thing — but when Suna said, “We might as well just go through with it or she’ll never believe us,” you had to agree. Backing out now would definitely raise suspicions.

Still, a part of you didn’t feel great about lying to Hina, even if it was harmless. You reassured yourself it wouldn’t last long.

“I’ll just use the washroom before we go, yeah?” you say, getting up from the table.

Suna nods. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

“Thanks,” you smile, heading off.

It only takes a few minutes to freshen up, but as you’re about to exit the restaurant, a familiar voice calls your name.

You turn to see Noah from uni waving at you.

“Oh, hey Noah!” you greet, walking over.

“I thought that was you! I saw you earlier but didn’t wanna interrupt. How are you?”

“I’m good! How’s your break going? Did you come with someone?”

“Yeah, actually, we’re all sitting in the back,” he says, pointing to a table of classmates. You wave at them.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to hang out lately, but I promise I’ll make time soon.”

He grins. “I’ll hold you to that. You owe us.”

He playfully bumps your shoulder, and you laugh — until you feel someone’s arm snake around your waist.

You look over and find Suna beside you, his expression unreadable.

“Is there a problem here?” he asks, glancing from Noah to you, brow slightly furrowed.

“Oh—Suna, this is my friend Noah from uni,” you say quickly.

Suna’s hand eases its grip, and you wonder if he came over because he was worried again.

“Right, well. Nice seeing you, y/n. Don’t forget your promise!” Noah says as he walks back to his group.

You and Suna step outside again.

“I didn’t know you knew him,” he says quietly, scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s okay,” you reply with a small smile. “Thank you.”

He looks at you, confused. “Why are you thanking me?”

“For... always looking out for me.”

-~-~-

The next morning, you head down to the laundry room with a small basket in your hands. You didn’t expect anyone to be there this early, but when you push open the door, you freeze.

Suna’s already there, leaning casually against the bench by the window, a book in his hand. The morning sun filters in, lighting him up from the side—his hair looks soft, skin warm, and there’s a peaceful expression on his face as he reads.

You blink. He looks... really handsome.

You shake off the thought quickly and quietly make your way in.

Just as you're about to reach the washing machine, he looks up—and the second he sees you, a smile spreads across his face. It’s subtle, but you catch a spark of surprise in his eyes, like he wasn’t expecting you but is kind of glad you're there.

“Hey,” he greets, slipping a bookmark in and closing his book.

“Morning,” you smile as you set your basket down and start loading your laundry, trying not to feel too flustered.

“Sleep okay?” he asks casually, leaning back on the bench.

You nod, though your brain’s a little fuzzy. “Yeah. A bit restless, actually. I kept thinking about tonight.”

Suna hums. “Me too,” he admits. “It’s kind of weird, right? Lying to Hina.”

“Yeah…” you pause, “I don’t know, I feel bad. But also nervous?”

He looks at you, expression calm. “Don’t stress about it too much. If anything happens, I’m there. You don’t have to worry.”

His tone is so steady, so simple—but your heart flutters anyway. You bite your lip and nod as you finish loading the machine, then close the lid and press start.

You turn to join him, walking over to the bench without looking properly—until your foot hits a wet patch on the floor.

Your balance slips.

You gasp, eyes shutting instinctively as you brace for impact.

But it never comes.

Instead, arms catch you—strong, steady.

You open your eyes to find yourself in Suna’s arms, faces only inches apart. His hands grip your waist, yours are lightly gripping his sleeves, and everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion.

Your heart pounds in your ears.

He stares at you, quiet for a few seconds, then clears his throat, his voice low:

“Well... good practice for our date tonight?”

You laugh, flustered, cheeks hot. “Smooth,” you mumble as he helps you upright.

“You okay?” he asks, eyes scanning you just to be sure.

“Yeah... thanks. Again.” You glance away, embarrassed. “I feel bad that you keep saving me.”

He smiles gently. “I don’t mind.”

He sits back down and reopens his book like nothing happened. But you’re still standing there, heartbeat nowhere near settled.

You stare at him for a second—soft features relaxed in the sunlight, book resting on his lap—and suddenly, this whole fake dating thing feels... dangerous.

Is this really a good idea? you wonder. Because this… this feels too real.

He looks up from the book and catches your gaze. “Everything okay?”

You quickly look away, cheeks burning. “Y-Yeah. All good.”

You don’t see the small smirk tugging at his lips.

-~-~-

Later that evening, you both arrive at the restaurant Hina had texted you about. The sign above the door glows softly in the evening light, and you pause outside, heart beating a little faster.

Before you can say anything, Suna turns to you and quietly holds out his hand.

You look at it, then up at him—there’s no teasing in his expression this time, just a calm kind of encouragement.

You hesitate only for a second before placing your hand in his.

He holds it gently.

“Let’s give a good performance,” he says with a small smile.

You nod, heart fluttering in your chest, and together, you step into the restaurant.

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