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Ah Thank You For This Post While I Enjoy Being Single In Valentine's Day

Ah thank you for this post while I enjoy being single in Valentine's day

[ suna rintarou ]

being mad at your boyfriend was not how you planned to spend your valentine.

you didn’t have a lot of fights with suna.

you were both chill and hated arguing, so it was rare to get upset about something, whether it was on his end or yours. and, even if you did argue, it never lasted more than a few hours before you two were completely over it.

this one, however, has been going on for the last three days.

it all started on monday morning, when suna texted you in the middle of your lecture, asking if you could pass by his place after so you two could have lunch together as always, and casually informing you that the twins were over as well.

it wasn’t anything unusual.

the twins often popped up at his apartment at the most random times to annoy him, so you weren’t surprised.

you were, however, surprised to hear your name just before you could shove the key and unlock his door. it was atsumu’s voice who spoke, and the tone was somewhat teasing. “so, what are you and [y/n] doing on valentines?”

“huh? dunno.” your boyfriend responded, and you could easily visualize the way he shrugged. you knew him too well. “i’ll see what they want to do.”

“…you don’t seem excited.” osamu noted, and you paused.

“well, yeah, that’s what happens when you see someone every day.” suna’s voice was cold, and you felt your breath getting caught up in your throat at his words. you didn’t even have time to convince yourself he didn’t mean what you think he meant when he continued. “it’s getting boring, seeing them everyday and all, and i sometimes just need a break and time alone. they’re kind of clingy.”

it was silent for a few seconds, but it wasn’t like you could hear anything over the sound of your own heart beating so loudly, anyways.

was that how he really felt?

“…you’re lying, right?” osamu’s replied, tone almost dangerous, but you didn’t stick around to hear suna’s response as you turned around and walked away, heart aching and jaw clenched.

once you were far enough, you sent suna a text.

if you needed a break, all you needed to say was that. it’s also bold of you to call me clingy, suna, especially when you are the one always saying you miss me. i’m leaving you the fuck alone, but next time you even think about speaking to me, you better decide on whether you want this relationship to continue or not. i’m not sticking around where i am unwanted.

suna, to your surprise, read the message immediately, as if he had your chat open. you watched as the bubble appeared, disappeared, then appeared yet again, before it disappeared and didn’t appear again for the next few days.

despite it being valentine’s, it was still wednesday and you had university, which meant you got to see every couple being even more affectionate than possible. you didn’t have anything against valentine’s day, but seeing everyone around you in love felt like the universe was purposely rubbing salt on your wound.

maybe it was your imagination, but it was almost like your phone felt heavier by the second, a reminder that suna didn’t even care enough to reach out to you.

was that the end of your relationship?

you had classes till six. on any other day, you would have been grateful for the distraction, but you were sure you were one exchange of roses away from ripping your hair out.

maybe you have gone insane.

the second your professor dismissed you, you were almost tumbling out of your seat and you rushed outside, eager to get away from everyone and into the comfort of your own home, where you can curl up into a blanket and maybe watch a movie or two.

you have never felt more relief than the second your home came into view. you could already imagine the warmth of your bed, and you sighed happily as you grabbed your key, shoving it into the door and unlocking it.

the lights were off, and you didn’t even bother turning them on as you kicked your shoes off and rushed to your room, throwing your stuff on before you went back outside, heading to the kitchen, only to yelp when the lights turned on, jumping in horror as you turned to suna, who was leaning on the wall, blinking.

you immediately gave him a wide-eyed look, but he seemed more surprised than you. “how— when the fuck did you enter?”

“i’ve been here since twelve. i was waiting for you to turn the lights on so i can surprise you, but you just… skipped to your room. i worry for your safety.” he deadpanned.

you gave him a confused look. “how the fuck did you get in here? you don’t have a key!”

“i broke in.” he stated casually, then paused. “well, actually, i forced atsumu to break in then open the door for me so my suit doesn’t get wrinkled. you should really lock your windows.”

“i like on the fourth floor, how the fuck did he…” you started, then suddenly trailed off when you noticed what was going on. suna was wearing a suit, hilariously contrasting to the fact that you were in a hoodie and sweatpants, but that wasn’t it.

the coffee table that you two always have your cheap ordered dinners on was… well, more presentable. there was a fancy tablecloth over it and your favorite meal, which you assumed osamu cooked because it actually looked presentable, along with two wine glasses filled with water and a vase with three roses in the middle.

your eyes trailed back to suna, but he only immediately held out a bouquet. you didn’t have any idea where he was hiding it, considering it was huge, and didn’t know how he found out your favorite flowers either, considering it was something you two never discussed.

you looked back at him, noticing how nervous he looked, but you interrupted him before he could speak. you wanted to thank him or ask him what was going or yell at him, anything to express your confusion, but what escaped your lips was— “how broke are you right now?”

at least it made him snort, before he glanced away sheepishly. “my card declined on a bottle of water i tried buying on my way here.”

you two chuckled, before it was silent again, and he sighed, turning serious as he looked into your eyes. “[y/n], i’m sorry, i didn’t mean anything i said. i really love you and i don’t think you’re clingy and i don’t think our relationship is boring. you’re my everything, and the past three days have been hell without you. you’re everything i have ever dreamed about and i am so utterly grateful you’re with me, so please accept my apology.”

you hesitantly accepted his bouquet, but kept your eyes on it as you asked your next question. “why… why did you even say that?”

“…it was sarcasm.” he stated. you paused, turning back to him, and he just stared back at you. “you clearly left before you heard my answer to osamu’s question, didn’t you?”

“…when he asked if you were serious?”

“yeah,” he nodded casually. “i said no, obviously, and told them i’ll take you out to your favorite restaurant and— ow! don’t hit me with that bouquet, you know how much that was?! this was an expensive hit!”

“why the hell didn’t you say that earlier?” you yelled back, eyes wide. “you let me sulk for the past three days over sarcasm? you could have solved the misunderstanding with a text!”

“i panicked!” he yelped when you gave him another (very light) hit with the bouquet, but his lips pulled up just the slightest. “i was scared you weren’t going to believe me and the twins said you definitely wouldn’t, so i just thought i can surprise you and make up for it! stop hitting me, god, i’m glad you’re holding the flowers and not the boxed chocolates!”

you paused, voice quietening down. “you got me boxed chocolates?”

“yeah.” he smiled softly, and took a step closer. “of course i did. i did everything, you know, the full deal, i even got you a teddy bear.”

“really?” you whispered. he nodded, taking another step, and you paused. “so… you don’t think i’m clingy? you don’t think we’re boring? you don’t want to break u—“

“fuck no,” he scoffed, as if the idea was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard, and cupped your cheeks, face serious. “i love you, [y/n]. you’re the person i am going to marry. you’re everything to me, [y/n].”

“oh.” you mumbled, then nodded slowly, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “oh.”

“oh?” he echoed, then smiled. “so, my love, am i forgiven?”

“if you give me the chocolates.” you smiled, but his smile dropped as he winced.

“about that… the twins ate them. osamu called them ‘food tax’ and atsumu said you shouldn’t be greedy, you already get the flowers. he even posted the box on his story and captioned it ‘thank you, babe’ to drive his fans crazy.”

“…oh.” you blinked, then sighed loudly. “fine, i guess i can let it pass.”

“really?” he gasped dramatically, inching closer to your face. his eyes trailed to your lips for second, before it shot back to your eyes. “thank you, my sweet love.”

“…you’re dying to kiss me, aren’t you?”

“fuck yes,” he whispered, almost desperate. “i’ve been experiencing withdrawals for the past three days. i am going to die, [y/n], genuinely—“

you let out a light laugh, leaning closer, and his eyes widened briefly in anticipation. you only smiled, meeting his lips, and allowed your arms to wrap around him.

god, you missed him.

and by the way he kissed you back, as if you were air and he couldn’t breathe, it was clear he missed you too.