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cumxfairy · 4 months ago

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late night comfort | r. suna

You slipped off your shoes, tossing your bag aside as you sighed heavily, already feeling the weight of the day melt away at the thought of cuddling into his warmth. Maybe you’d talk about your day, maybe you’d just relax in comfortable silence—either way, the evening was supposed to end with you wrapped up in his arms. You smiled to yourself as you padded into the living room.

But instead of the quiet, loving atmosphere you were hoping for, you found Suna sprawled out on the couch, eyes half-lidded, watching some dumb cartoon on TV.

The smell hit you instantly.

“Seriously rin?” you muttered, a mix of disappointment and irritation bubbling up in your chest. “You’re high again?”

Suna barely stirred, his eyes lazily following the bright, flashing colors on the screen. He looked over at you sluggishly, blinking as if it took a monumental effort just to acknowledge your presence.

You crossed your arms, the weight of the day now bearing down harder. “We could’ve had a nice night, you know? But no, you just had to get high. How are we supposed to be intimate like this?”

He let out a slow, almost inaudible hum, his lips curling into a half-smile as his hand lazily patted the couch beside him. It was clear he wasn’t even processing what you were saying. His attention drifted back to the TV, where something nonsensical was happening, judging by the dopey grin that spread across his face.

You rolled your eyes, letting out a frustrated scoff. “Unbelievable,” you muttered under your breath, turning on your heel and heading for the bedroom. Maybe you’d get some rest on your own, without waiting around for him to snap out of it.

As you settled into bed, your mind still lingered on the disappointment. He could be so sweet, but when he was like this? It was like he wasn’t even there. You huffed, burying yourself under the covers, willing yourself to sleep and forget about it.

Hours later, you stirred. Something soft brushed against your skin, and warmth surrounded you. Blinking slowly, you turned your head slightly and saw Suna, his arm draped around you, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His breathing was soft and even, a stark contrast to how he’d been earlier.

For a moment, you were confused, unsure of how or when he’d come to bed. But the softness of the moment, the gentle way he was holding you, made your heart swell. His fingers lightly curled against your side as if instinctively seeking you out, even in his sleep.

You felt your lips tug upward, a small smile forming despite yourself. Maybe he wasn’t always the perfect picture of romance, but in moments like this—when he held you close, even when he wasn’t entirely awake—it was enough. You pressed back into his embrace, relaxing into his warmth.

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seoulmatez · 18 days ago

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𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑒

memories of high school come flooding back when you happen upon a certain photo in suna's possession.

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When you get home from spending the day with Suna and are busy shedding yourself of your winter outerwear, you realize you brought something home that you shouldn’t have. You’re wearing a hoodie you didn’t put on this morning—one courtesy of Suna, one that he was surprisingly kind enough to lend you when he noticed your shivering and the goosebumps raised on your arms. You had every intention of returning it to him before you parted ways but it seems as though it slipped your mind and his.

You dig through your bag in search of your phone, pulling out the device once you feel your fingers graze the case. It takes practically no time for you to find Suna’s contact—he’s the one person you call and text the most—and you click on the little phone icon to give him a call. One ring sounds before he answers.

“Miss me already?” His smooth voice crackles a bit over the line but it's his nevertheless.

You roll your eyes at his presumptuous greeting but you can’t stop your lips from pulling up in a smile. You’re just glad he can’t see you—he’d surely use your expression as evidence to back up his claim. “Give it a few more hours and maybe.”

“Liar,” he mumbles just loud enough for you to catch it. You can hear the pout in his voice.

You shake your head to stop yourself from laughing. Your feet begin to carry you from the doorway to your bedroom as you continue. “Look, I accidentally wore your hoodie home. Should I bring it back?”

His response comes quickly. “Nah, you can keep it.”

“As in you don’t want it back? At all?”

“It's yours.”

“Sunarin, your generosity today has been mind-boggling.” You plop down on your bed and hug one of the pillows to your chest. You’ve known Suna for a long time, long enough to know that he doesn’t usually let go of his things so easily. There’s no shortage of memories that you can recall of him being possessive of his belongings—his unwillingness to share his jelly candies, his reluctance to let you use his pokemon pillows during your sleepovers.

You suppose his goodwill today can be viewed as a sign of progress. You’re grateful—you really were cold earlier. And, wearing his clothes while you aren’t in his presence makes you feel like he’s near. With a simple inhale, you can smell him on the fabric.

“Jeez,” Suna’s voice cuts through your thoughts, “it’s starting to sound like you want me to take it back.”

“No, no, I’ll happily take it off your hands.” You finally concede, but not without adding, “Thanks.”

The two of you chat for a little while longer before saying your goodbyes for the second time tonight. You plug up your phone and stand up, ready to wind down and start your nightly routine. Though, when you boost yourself up from the mattress, something falls from the pocket of your new hoodie.

A black leather rectangle. Suna’s wallet, you realize.

You don’t want to interrupt Suna again by calling so you simply pick up the wallet, unplug your phone, and snap a picture with it before sending it off. With the picture, a message reads: Pretty sure you want this back, yeah?

His reply comes almost immediately. Yah. Bring it tmrw.

Another message bubble quickly follows. Pls.

You assure him you will and wish him good night before setting your phone aside. You turn your attention to the wallet in your hands. It’s smooth against your skin but the corners look worn like he’s been using it for a while. You ponder the thought of getting him a new one as a gift as you fiddle with the leather.

The wallet slips between your fingers with your careless movements and lands on your bed—open. You hadn’t intended to snoop, truly. Your first thought is to close it and put it on your nightstand but something catches your eye before you do so.

A printed picture peeks out from one of the pockets, its corners and edges just as worn as the wallet it’s tucked into. Most of the image is covered but enough is on display for you to make up the subject—it’s a person. And that person wears their hair almost exactly how you did in high school.

You quietly apologize to an unknowing Suna for invading his privacy as you pull the picture out from his wallet. The person doesn’t just happen to wear their hair like you—the person is you. You in your Inarizaki uniform, posing with a big smile and a peace sign in the gym.

Seeing the photo almost transports you back to that moment all those years ago. You sat in on the volleyball team’s practices a lot in high school, mostly because of Suna. As much as you were happy to support him, watching the same thing every day got boring after a while. This day in particular, you happened to have your camera with you and you made use of it by snapping pictures throughout their practice.

A good number of them turned out incredibly blurry due to the motion—it’s not easy to get a good picture of a volleyball soaring through the air on a polaroid. Eventually, you ended up turning the camera around to take a selfie. By the time practice wrapped up and Suna joined you for your walk to the train station, you presented him with the product of your efforts while he was hard at work.

Giving the picture to him was meant to be a joke—you never would have imagined he’d keep it back then, much less continue to carry it with him years later. It makes you chuckle, both in amazement and embarrassment. You really thought this print would have ended up in the garbage or at least lost in a move.

Suna is full of surprises.

You should be getting ready for bed but this unintentional discovery has sparked some inspiration within you. You’ve gotten a new camera since then but it takes and prints pictures all the same. You reach over to your nightstand where you keep it and snatch up the device.

Instead of showering and going to sleep, you spend some time holding a solo photoshoot. Like when you were in high school, you snap picture after picture, striking all the poses you can fathom before you run out of film. Oddly enough, the one that turns out best is the one in which you’re replicating the pose from when you were a teenager—a big smile and peace sign.

The next day, with Suna’s wallet in your bag, you knock your knuckles against his front door. It’s almost silent on the other side of the door until you hear the sound of his slippers dragging along the floor as he approaches. With a click, the door unlocks and Suna appears before you.

“I’m here~” you announce yourself in a sing-songy voice as you reach into your bag. “And I’ve got your wallet.”

You hold out the leather rectangle to him. He accepts it and steps to the side to let you in. As you kick off your shoes in favor of a pair of slippers, you look over your shoulder to tell him, “Might wanna make sure everything’s in there. For all you know, I might have robbed you.”

His eyebrows pull together in what would look like a frown if his lips weren’t curled up in a grin. You watch as he opens the wallet and thumbs through the pockets, taking inventory of the few banknotes and important cards he stores in the pockets. His examination seems to be coming to a close when he suddenly notices something.

His thumb brushes over the corner of the photo—the new photo you were sure to tuck in there this morning. Suna has taken notice of something different about it, something that raises his alarm enough to pull the picture out. His eyes widen at the realization that it’s not the picture he’s known to be tucked away for the past several years.

“I thought you could use an updated version,” you tell him, taking a seat on the couch. “But I never thought you’d actually keep that.”

He looks closely at the “updated version,” his light eyes scanning the picture. It’s incredibly similar to the one from high school—you look a little older, the setting is different and so are your clothes, but your smile hasn’t changed in the slightest. It’s almost as if he’s reliving the first time you gave him a polaroid like this—his heart thumps heavily against his ribs all the same, anyway. “Would have been pretty shitty of me to throw it away. Since it was a gift and all.”

You smile as Suna sits down next to you, carefully putting the new picture back in his wallet. “How long have you kept that in there?” you ask out of simple curiosity.

Suna shrugs, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. “A while, I guess.”

That’s not much of an answer, not one you were looking for, at least. “Fine.” You nudge him playfully with your shoulder. “Keep your secrets.”

He chuckles, seemingly happy that you choose not to press him on it. As welcome as the new picture is, a sense of unease still blankets over him.

“Do you still have the other one?” Suna asks.

You tilt your head to the side. “Hm?”

He gestures to his wallet. “The picture—do you have the old one?”

“Oh.” You didn’t think he’d miss it now that he had a new one. But even with how old and somewhat embarrassing the picture was, you couldn’t find it in yourself to throw it away—especially not when Suna had been cherishing it for years. “Yeah, it’s back at my place. You still want it?”

He hums. “Yeah. I do.”

You had no idea it meant that much to him. The confession makes your heart flutter in your chest and your cheeks warm in bashfulness. You find it a little difficult to meet his eye after his declaration. “Then I’ll make sure it gets back to you.”

He leans over to place a kiss against your temple. You can feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin. “Thanks.”