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[causenessus]

THIS IS PART THREE BUT YOU SHOULD READ THE WHOLE THING OMG RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

your missing sign suna rintarō x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: you wonder what'll happen at the end of your skate together word count: 1.1k warnings: skate blades, rom-com ending masterlist | requests are open part 1 / part 2

   "my hands won't stop shaking, kiyoko," you watch as your fingers tremble upon trying to tie the laces of your skates. 

  despite your years of competitions and experience skating with actual figure skaters, this is the most worried you've ever felt. part of you assumes it's because suna might not be able to catch you when you fall. while the rest of your brain knows it's because you don't want it to end. you don't want to finish the skate and watch him leave seconds later, yet you know it's bound to happen. 

  and yet your hands can't stop shaking from the inevitable. "y/n, first of all, nothing bad is going to happen out there. you're both good skaters and you'll know what to do. and secondly, he likes you!"

  "you have no idea-"

  "you don't see the way he looks at you when you practice..."

  an eyebrow raises on your face, an unimpressed frown lining your lips. you wanna believe kiyoko's fantasy of the two of you kicking it off by the end of it. yet, you can still feel the lingering doubt deep within. even when you look up and see suna not too far off, his hand waving.

  it's a short wave, barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention. you raise your hand and give him a similar wave, the only difference being that you are waving him over to where you are. even if the two of you parted ways forever, you figure that it would be on good terms. or at least, better terms, than where you started. 

  kiyoko knowingly backs away, saying goodbye before retreating for her husband and figure skating partner. what you don't see is the soft smirk on her face as she walks away. certain that the two of you will get together. 

  "hello partner, you ready to throw me around?" you question, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

  partner? your mind rings with disbelief that you would ever call someone 'partner' like a cowboy. let alone someone you're romantically attracted to. luckily, it just causes him to laugh, shaking his head in confusion. he holds out his hand for you to grab, raising an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on his face, "partner? i thought we were just two skaters who won't ever skate together past this experience."

  "i wish we weren't..." you mumble, grabbing ahold of his calloused hands and pulling yourself up. 

  suna tilts his head, unable to pull his eyes away from yours. "wait, what did you say?" a small smile grows on his face and his hand holds just a little tighter against yours.

  you shrug, heart beating a little quicker at the sight of his face less than a foot from yours. despite ending up with close bodies and faces every practice, you can still feel the heat in your cheeks raise to that of an uncomfortable level. his smile stays fit on his face as he awaits an answer from you.

  "i wanna make sure i heard you right, what did you say?" suna's eyes begin to search yours, unwilling to move to anything else.

  "nothing, i just think we should get ready, our skate is almost up," of course you wanted to tell him, tell him that despite what little time the two of you spent together, you feel strongly for him. 

  however, every rational part of your mind is screaming at you that this is nothing but a winter fling. that the two of you will leave each other in a few meek hours. that suna is simply asking because he wants to see whether you told him off or something. your eyes look between him and the ice, shaking your head. 

  you couldn't possibly tell him, not when he could so easily push you away. no matter how hard his eyes stare into your soul, you can't bring yourself to tell him that everything you've wanted the past few days is in front of you. especially when you didn't know why there was such a switch in your heart. 

  "you said it yourself, we're just two skaters who will part ways after this event, let's get on with it," you pull your eyes from his, looking down at your skates, the laces pulling all of your attention. 

  "i was joking, y/n. and when i told you that at the beginning of our practices, i didn't know you then. i certainly didn't know how amazing of a person you are," suna sticks to your first name, rolling it off of his tongue like the two of you had known each other forever.

  thoughts roll into your head that he could be lying, that he's faking it to make fun of you. that maybe no one could like you like that. anxiety bubbles up through your body, and you bite your lip, keeping your eyes to the floor. suna furrows his eyebrows, lifting a hand until your chin rests on his index finger.

  he lifts your head up, a small smile on his lips, "you're phenomenal, and if you really don't want this to end, something that i hope is more than just a partnership, then i don't either."

  "i'm so happy you said that," you reach forward and grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

  "i am too," he leans forward, tilting his head a little as he brushes your lips with his. 

  it's such a soft touch that it nearly tickles you, your hand tightening against his. you push forward on the balls of your feet as your face begins to feel warmer. without thinking, suna begins to smile into the kiss, his lips soft and somewhat delicate.

  you probably could've stood like that for forever, his thumb running against his your cheekbone, his fingers carefully resting on your knuckles. however, as mysterious as fate can be, someone shouts out your names. the voice sounds so familiar as it says something.

  "y/n! suna! your skate is about to start!" kiyoko stands side by side with tanaka, their arms intertwined as she waves you over. 

  suna pulls away from the kiss, his eyes lingering between your eyes and lips. he lets out a short sigh and a part of him wants to say 'fuck it' to leaving the competition just to be with you. however, as he watches you smile wildly at kiyoko and at the ice, he knows that skating with you would be the best experience he could go through. 

  "suna, would you want to go get coffee after this?"

  "absolutely, and call me rintarō. i think it would sound best coming from you."

[causenessus]

I hit 30 tags bc I started yapping again right after putting my "ness' favorites" tags BC THIS WAS SO GOOD AAAA!!!!!!!

☼༄ ch. 2 - the second screw up m.list

    rain pours onto the roof, pattering down in a sporadic pattern. wiping your face with your hand, you listen to the sound of yachi snoring beside you. it’s soft, matching that of her kinder side, however, it’s just loud enough that it lingers in your mind. buzzing like an incessant fan that just won’t turn off no matter how hard you push the pillow against your ear.

  standing up, the bed creaks, yachi stirring as she flips around. for a moment, the room is quiet besides the soothing rain. the moment ends quickly as she starts back up again, situated in a similar situation that her airways just barely let out the irritating noise. biting your lip, you slip on your slippers, heading for the door.

  the balcony, from what you could remember, was covered. perfect for gazing into the storm and relaxing before the next long day. twisting the handle, you slowly open the door to hopefully not wake yachi. the door inches open as you look out at the night sky covered with a blanket of clouds. the only thing ruining the situation is oikawa leaning against the railing. 

  his arms are crossed in front of them, elbows leaning against the wood. his foot is crossed over the other one, head turning to look at the foreign noise. oikawa’s eyes meet yours and you realize there’s no turning back now. “hey,” his voice is silent compared to how it normally sounds, not as grating.

  “hi,” you step out of the motel room, shutting the door behind you. 

  walking up to the railing, you stare out at the rain, feeling a light dusting of mist on your face. you can’t bear to look at him this close, the stress probably killing you. “didn’t expect anyone else to be out here,” you purse your lips, looking down at the pool. 

  the lights inside look beautiful under the moving water, splashering effortlessly. “yeah, hinata’s killing me.. he-”

  “kicks in his sleep? we’ve had enough sleepovers as kids for me to know that,” you finally look over at him, seeing a look of surprise across his face, a slight smile hiding beneath his opened mouth.

  oikawa nods, bringing one of his hands up to run through his hair. a cowlick forming from him laying down for the past few hours. you look back out at the sky and take in a deep breath, smelling a mix of his cologne and the fresh air of night. compared to earlier, it has a softer smell, more natural. “well at least someone understands,” he just barely nudges your shoulder.

༄ fun facts! - the tonics is a band created by @/causenessus for their upcoming smau!! - iwaizumi loves oikawa but hates how annoying he can be - about like anything - especially how much he talks about you - this trip is making y/n ever so slightly annoyed with her cousin - like hinata you planned it for a month later??? - but mmh at least oikawa and y/n are bonding a/n: what’s up… sorry it took more than a month… this is super awkward

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[causenessus]

I hit the tag limit :(((((((((((((((((( wyr ur amazing this was amazing i love u sm my platonic spouse

ch. 6 - don’t worry, it’ll be perfect m.list

    you finish weighing the last block of clay for your last class of the day. slowly, you push it against the table, trying to loosen it up some. a pair of earbuds rest in your ears, like the movies by laufey replaying for the fifth time that day. you hum along to the lyrics, the slight vibration playing along your lips. 

  swaying slightly to the song, you toss it back onto the wooden block, trying once more to knead it into submission. especially if you have students who have never touched a pottery wheel in their life. their foreign attitude towards the craft only enhancing if you were to have them wedge their own clay. 

  you bite your lip, grab the little ball of clay and feel it in your hand. it's soft, malleable, the air pockets finally pushed out. setting it next to the other ones, you take a line of saran wrap and lay it over them, trapping the moisture. resting your hands on your hips, you lean into the song, playing once more. closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath.

  turning towards the front wall, you open your eyes to check the time. accept all you see is osamu standing in your door frame, hands awkwardly stuffed into his pockets. you slowly reach up and pull the earbuds from your ears, grasping at a spot on the chord that has dried streaks of clay on it. "hi," you stare at him.

  you hadn't seen him since he burned your dinner. sure you've seen him around, a little hello when getting deliveries, or as you walk to your car. but you haven't actually seen him. let alone with a casual shirt on with a pair of jeans. however, his onigiri miya hat still rests carefully on his head, the streaks of grey being overtaken by his natural black.

  "hey," he smiles, wider than he likely meant to. 

  there was something about the way you stood in front of him. how a ray of evening sunlight trickles through the window, landing on the clay and underglaze that coats your apron. he stands there, staring right back at you like you're more beautiful now than ever before. 

  "hi," you say once more, setting your earbuds and phone down on the table. the air is thick with tension, gaze unable to meet the other's, "uh, so what brings you to the earthen kiln during the dinner rush?"

  osamu takes a step in, letting the door slowly close behind him, hand outstretched so it doesn't slam. pursing his lips, he looks down at his feet, "my brother signed us up for your class.. which let me just say, he's a handful and i apologize in advance. he even paid with my credit card and then didn't say anything until afterwards."

  "but i am still excited, just not for you to meet him yet," osamu shakes his head, looking up at you with his nose crinkled, lip turned up in a snarl. 

  the word 'yet' sends your mind spiraling. you stand there with a frog in your throat thinking of what he meant by it. yet makes you think of the family-meeting era of a blooming relationship. how someone would invite their partner over, eagerly apologizing for their lack of boundaries or respect. 

  it sends a flutter under your skin, a wire in your brain frying. "i think i'll be okay," you finally muster up a sentence, trying to ignore the increasingly hot feeling you have in your face, "plus you guys could've asked, i would've given..."

  your voice trails off as osamu receives a phone call, a rhythmic tone playing. it’s sweet, attuned to his personality. he grabs out his phone, rolling his eyes as he looks at the screen. bringing it up to his ear, he gives you a look of sympathy, like he can already tell what the person’s going to say.

  “hi ‘tsumu, where are you?” osamu starts, trying to keep his posture straight, although a vein is practically popping out of his forehead, “you can’t come? you’re seriously visiting kita and his girlfriend? the one out in the country? so no one else is coming? okay okay, yeah, thanks a lot.”

  turning off his phone, he lets out a sigh, eyebrows furrowing. turning to look at you, he has a sympathetic expression on his face. “i’m so sorry about my brother, but it seems all the spots taken for tonight will not be filled.. because apparently they’re all out by someone’s farm. i mean i’m still here..” 

  you shrug, pursing your lips, “well, you’ve already paid for it, which i apologize for. but today’s been really long and i’d love to go home early. how about next weekend, private lesson? i have nothing going on saturday and so i can give you all the ins and outs of pottery making.”

  “private lesson?”

  “yeah, just as an apology for the pay going on your card,” you lean against your table, crossing your ankles, “plus then i guess i’ll be able to meet your brother later, whenever you’d like.”

  osamu’s breath catches in his throat, unable to bring himself to say something. you stand so confident, despite the seemingly exhausted state you’re in. he feels a little jealous as he feels like his knees are made of jelly and his hands are a water slide. “that’d be nice,” it comes out hoarser than he expected, taking a step towards you, “maybe i can bring lunch, as my own apology.”

  “lunch would be perfect, how about, until then, you take this,” you walk over to your shelves of pottery, grabbing out a mug that resembles an ice cream cone, “had an extra from a custard place i did some work for. just as a ‘no more apologies’ kind of thing.”

  “well i guess this meal i make will have to be perfect.”

  “don’t worry, if you’re making it, i know it’ll be perfect.”

a/n: osamu’s DOWN BAD and i love him for it <33 might pull a @nectardaddy and just have mbb go on forever AND read ‘88 ford to meet kita’s country gf ;) taglist: @causenessus @osakis-gf @eggyrocks @brkfclub @marisabel14

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