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chapter 01. blue color grading

a/n. hi guys (imagine me saying this with a super cheesy grin). it's officially out!! first rewritten chapter of the art of film. i absolutely love this chapter. my proofreaders love this chapter. i hope all of you love this chapter. ugh i'm so excited. reblogs & comments are super super appreciated!

individual chapter content/warnings. 2nd person pov, swearing, lowercase intended, reference to food allergies, annoyingly descriptive, 1 mention of vomit, 1 vague mention of a creepy guy going thru y/n’s dresser, very teehee.

you leaned back against the soft plush of your pillow, eyes fluttering shut. twilight played softly in the background, your christmas lights hanging from your window casting a small glare against the screen. one of your cats climbed over to you and laid on your abdomen, curling into a ball while the other made itself comfortable at your feet. it was warm. the fluffy blanket and space heater kept the chilly september air at bay.

you dreaded the idea of atsumu’s friend coming to stay for a while. the last time that had happened you’d found some hungover guy vomiting into your sock drawer while going through your dresser. you’d made him vow never to have his friends you didn’t know overnight after that incident.

a soft knock on your door broke your moment of respite, the sound of knuckles rapping on wood. you sighed and sat up, a bored expression on your face.

“come in.”

the brass doorknob turned before the door creaked open to reveal a familiar blond standing there in the hallway, an apologetic expression on his face. he stood wearing a t-shirt and a pair of joggers, a dark figure in the shadowy hallway behind him.

“your donuts are on the counter,” he said, quietly.

you just nodded and stared back at him. the dark figure behind him shifted uncomfortably. a white light lit up his face as he looked down, mindlessly scrolling through his phone in an attempt to make the situation less awkward. in the poor lighting, you could make out a tall build– taller than atsumu.. 6’2? 6’3 maybe? his skin was pale and a bit blotchy from the cold.

atsumu spoke, words coming out in a rushed tangent. “sunarin’ll behave i swear. i’ve known the guy since middle school, he won’t make a peep. promise.”

this ‘sunarin’ looked up from his phone at the familiar nickname and took a short step forward. flashes of color danced along his cheekbones, illuminated by your christmas lights. he waved and introduced himself with a curt nod, apologizing for the intrusion in the process.

suna rintaro found the contrast of your cold demeanor to the warmth and coziness of your room fascinating. you shot atsumu a bitter glare, eyebrows furrowing. suna watched you quietly as you spoke to atsumu, asking questions about how long he’d be staying and why he couldn’t go home. while atsumu rambled on about komori’s lame antics, suna’s eyes wandered around your room.

posters of your favorite musicians and actors covered the walls, intermingling with polaroids of you and your friends. a tall bookshelf sat in the corner of the room, filled to the brim with an assortment of books. little figurines decorated the shelves. plants hung from the ceiling, probably vibrantly, but it was hard to tell from the dim lighting.

you had a mildly disheveled appearance. your hair was a bit of a mess, frizzing around the crown of your head. your eyelids drooped with a mixture of exhaustion and irritability. the cats around you purred softly, nuzzling in closer to you. his eyes flashed to the television and he grimaced. he’d recognize that blue color grading anywhere. his sister had shown him clips of the movie as a very poor attempt to change his mind about watching his. it didn’t work. he’d refuse each and every time, believing each clip he was shown was somehow worse than the last.

“‘kay, we’re gonna go to bed. night y/n, sleep well,” atsumu said, turning around to face suna, socked feet sliding against the hardwoods.

you smiled softly, choosing forgiveness. he seemed genuinely apologetic. “night, make sure to lock my door when you leave.”

atsumu clicked the lock shut without giving her a second glance and closed the door. he lazily pointed towards his bedroom and grabbed some throw blankets from the linen closet. suna quietly opened the bedroom door and glanced around.

atsumu’s room was uniquely barren compared to yours. it lacked a certain sense of mellowness. his furniture was pale in color, bedroom decorated with various accounts of volleyball memorabilia and pictures of him and his high school team. suna saw photos of himself on the walls and grimaced.

his trance was broken by a spare pillow hitting him square in the back of the head. he turned around and glared at atsumu, who was stood in the doorway with a shiteating grin on his face. he pushed past suna and dropped the remaining comfort items on the floor before collapsing in his own bed with a sigh.

suna gave him a halfhearted glare and arranged a makeshift bed on the floor. oh, coach was going to kill him when he finds out he slept on a carpeted floor all weekend long. he laid down, hearing atsumu shuffle around under his comforter.

atsumu rolled over in bed, facing suna, whose back was turned. “do you have any food allergies?”

“what?” rintaro said, turning around. “what the hell- no? why?”

atsumu shrugged, “y/n’s makin’ breakfast tomorrow, she told me to ask you.”

“oh. no, i don’t.”

atsumu nodded, responding with only a quick “‘kay” before going back to typing away on his phone.

suna just laid on his back, shifting uncomfortably as the breaks between blankets revealed carpet that scratched at his lower back uncomfortably. he pulled his shirt down and sighed through his nose before going on his phone to mindlessly scroll through twitter once again.

his eyes grew heavy exhaustion from his long day finally seeping into his system. he drifted off to sleep, lips forming a soft pout. his dreams were a whirlwind of blues and greens, colors seeping into the stories playing behind closed eyes.

notes.

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i had so much fun writing this

wrote the whole thing this morning

anyways.

suna rintaro is a canon twilight hater but he's literally NEVER seen it. he just knows his sister likes it and thinks its dumb