IVE BEEN GONE FOR A DAY AND U HAVE A NEW THEME

IVE BEEN GONE FOR A DAY AND U HAVE A NEW THEME

OH YEAH THAT, MIGHT’VE CHANGED IT SINCE I WAS BORED :P

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In honor of me buying a new motorcycle, here's suna. with a motorcycle.

oh my god this was in my wips for so long I just never got to finish, I hope you like it!

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《Synopsis: when someone asks you how you started dating suna rintarou, your childhood crush, it's a little awkward to tell them it only happened because your brother's got arrested.》

"I'm not riding with Atsumu."

"I'm not riding with Atsu- fuck!" Osamu curses when Suna beats him to it with a second of difference, grinning at the grey-haired twins' defeated face.

"Fucking loser." Suna mocks him, "now you have to listen to him nagging you about how he doesn't like how the wind smells."

It has you bursting out with laughter, your gaze unconsciously finding the green-eyed boy as you laugh. Your smile only grows as you notice he's looking at you as well.

"Hey- what the hell, you two?" Atsumu finally chimes in, looking utterly betrayed by his brothers' and best friends' words. "Riding with me is an honor, I'll have you know."

"Oh, yeah, what an honor it is." Osamu mutters under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I said what an honor it is to have you bitching about every little thing we spend on and off the road."

"It's better than riding with you and fearing for life whenever you take a turn." Atsumu shots back at his twin, but Osamu has an answer ready.

"I'm the one with the license, aren't I?"

A moment of silence ensues; it only breaks with your soft snort when you can't hide your laugh. "Stol fucking laughing," Atsumu glares at you, "Its not funny."

"It is, though." You grin at your brother, hiding behind Suna when Atsumu takes a step forward to you.

It's funny because all three of them applied and took the license exam for a motorcycle when they all turned 16, but as both Osamu and Suna passed, Atsumu couldn't.

He even "secretly" (everyone knew about it) applied for the exam again a few weeks later, only to fail again.

"The license examiner was looking at me funny," he explains, "I did amazing but he just had to be an ass because he was jealous."

"You dropped the motorcycle, Atsumu." You raise your brows.

"And couldn't get it back up," Suna snickers, both of you start laughing.

"Shut yer traps!" Atsumu shouts, turning to you with a frown, "and why are you forming an alliance with him, huh? Against your favorite brother, too."

"I'm riding with him." You shrug. "Have to be on my best behavior, you see."

Even thinking about spending the next few hours on a motorcycle ride with Suna has you all giddy.

Your brothers had decided to spend the weekend at your parents' winter house, which was somewhere in the outer city, and had decided to go with their motorcycles.

"Keep the best behavior up," Suna laughs, hand coming up to ruffle your hair. "As long as you aren't like your brother here, you have nothing to worry about."

You sit next to Atsumu as Suna and Osamu try to find the place on their GPS, doing their last checks on their motorcycles.

"Are you okay with riding with Suna?"

The question catches you off guard as you raise your head from Atsumu's shoulder. "You can ride with 'Samu. Can't guarantee he's safer, though."

Atsumu knows you don't like being alone with people you don't know well, and he worries even when it's someone you've grew up with.

"It's okay," you laugh. "Suna is nice, I'll be fine."

The worried glint in his brown eyes remind you of the one of your childhood, whenever you fell and had a wound on your knee, Atsumu would be the one to carry you all the way back home, not letting you up from the couch he placed you even when it was just a few scrapes.

He still sees you as the little girl from back then. You wonder if Suna feels the same way.

You discard the thought immediately as it leaves a sour taste in your mouth. You've always been fond of Suna; even as a kid, you wanted to be near him, talk to him, have his attention.

He wasn't nice or anything; he would always make fun of you when you were little, he still sometimes did, too, but the way he spoke the words would never hurt you; if anything, they'd turned into soft memories that made you smile.

You always hoped this fondness would go away as you grew older.

It never did.

The roar of an engine pulls you from your thoughts, causing you to jump in your place as you glare at the boy sitting on his motorcycle. He snorts.

"Did I scare ya?" Suna gives you a lopsided grin, one he has mastered over the years. "You looked like something was troubling you."

"I was sitting next to Atsumu." You say as if it answers him, making the boy in question jump on his legs to shout an angry "hey!"

Suna's smile grows wider at that; you notice how the corners of his eyes crinkle a little, and it's one of those smiles that make your heart beat twice as fast in your chest.

Your eyes stay connected for a second or more; you wish he wouldn't look away as Suna turns his gaze to the helmet he has in his hands. "Here you go," he unfastens it for you, pulling it back when you reach for it to do it yourself, "gotta stay safe."

You don't speak as Suna pushes the helmet down your head for you, tilting your head up with two fingers pressuring under your chin to fasten it. You don't know why his hands brush against your face so much, why his fingers caress your jaw instead of letting go when you push your face up, you don't know why he's looking at you like he's about to kiss you.

Suna stands so close, mental images of him leaning in to press a kiss despite the helmet has you blinking it away rapidly; when he smiles, you think you can almost smell the strawberry scent of the gum he's chewing.

"There you go," Suna's fingers hook on the tie beneath your chin, pulling slightly. "Is that good? Comfortable?" Suna laughs as you open the shield to stick your tongue at him. "It's good. Could have done it myself, you know."

"Can't even be charitable," Suna rolls his eyes playfully, "what's so bad about that?" Suna gives your helmet a slight pat before wearing his own, the weight of the helmet causing your head to fall forward. You hear a snicker coming from him and have to hold yourself back from head bumping his chest.

You really want to tell him that you aren't that little girl he used to know anymore, but you bite your tongue.

"Ready to go?" He asks when you climb his motorcycle, arms wrapping gingerly around his narrow waist. The moment your fingers meet in front of his abdomen, the engine beneath you roars alive. "Ready." You confirm, muttering so close to his ear, missing the blush that sits on them.

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"Ah, they aren't here yet." You stretch as you get off the motorcycle, inspecting the empty garage. Suna's brows pinch together; he had driven especially slow for your comfort, and it made no sense the adrenaline sucker Osamu hadn't beaten you into it.

"Huh," he only answers your statement, shaking his leather jacket off of his body. "I'm coming in a sec, alright? You should go in." Suna tells you, eyes falling onto his phone.

You shrug, wanting nothing more but to go in the place and take a nice shower. You go in, take your shower and even blow dry your hair; when Suna finally decides to enter the place, there's an unreadable expression on his face.

"So," he plops down on the couch, eyes narrowed and brows quirked. "I just talked to your mother."

"My mo- wait what?"

"Yeah," he looks as surprised as you are. You stay quiet as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "So did you know Atsumu and Osamu weren't allowed in this state?"

"They wha- oh shit." Your eyes widen when you finally kind of understand what's going on.

"Yeah," Suna narrows his eyes at you. "They got arrested."

They got arrested.

If that didn't mean you were going to be stuck in the same house with your childhood crush for probably the rest of the weekend, you know both of you would've been in teary laughter already.

But you weren't.

Instead, you stare at each other in all awkwardness of the situation, hoping either of you would say something already.

"Whew," you say finally with a light chuckle, "glad we didn't get pulled over, too, then."

Suna quirks a brow at you, mouth opening to ask, but he decides he can do that later. You have the whole weekend in front of you to talk, after all.

His eyes fall on the smile that graces your lips, it looks awfully similar to the adoring one he has.

Huh, Suna thinks, maybe this won't be as bad as he thinks it is.

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“Lady Y/n, His Grace The Duke has asked for your presence; we need to get you ready.”

“Two more minutes, please, Mary. I look utterly terrible at the moment. Let me at least deem myself more presentable.”

“Alright, Lady Y/n. Please knock on the door once you’re pleasant. We’ll be waiting here.”

“Thank you Mary.”

You gazed at yourself in the mirror, hands gripping the patterned gold sink; how was this possible? Your face, which had been filthy and bloodied, appeared younger and more alive than it had in a long time. Your hair, which had been cut short only a few days before, was returned to its long, silky state, falling down to your waist. The image upset you to your core; you felt sick and wanted to puke on the spot. It was all too familiar, reminding you of the times you were blindly in love with someone. You couldn't take it anymore, but how was this even possible? You were executed only last morning in front of hundreds of people, including the royal family and the alleged love of your life.

Just thinking about him caused your heart to ache.

How could you still care for him after all he's done to you and your family?

You had loved him your entire life, and as the daughter of the Duke L/n, who was nothing but devoted to the royal line, you were groomed to be the empress, to govern the country with the one and only Prince Shoto Todoroki.

You were completely enchanted when you first saw him in the garden at his portion of the royal palace. You'd never encountered a kid like him before, his two-toned hair unrivaled by the other suitors, his eyes revealing two separate stories if the other stared deep enough, his scar which just added to his authenticity, fitting perfectly on his face. You'd heard about the scar that graced his face, detracting from his blessing of a look, but you'd never seen it that way. It was what made him the kid you fell in love with, according to you; on the contrary, you believed it made him seem even better.

All you wanted to do was show him how much you loved him, and you got your opportunity when the kingdom organized a tournament for all the high-class daughters around the nation.

You never pictured yourself to be the clinging kind, yet that is precisely what you turned out to be. You would constantly make yourself accessible in his spare time, so you could join his garden stroll, get your clothes tailored to look nice at his side, and study everything to satisfy him and his hobbies. But, unfortunately, it never happened that way; what you believed was showing him your affection actually served to intensify his contempt for you.

Your alone moments would consist of him ignoring you, meal times being unnoticed, and your feelings being brushed away, but that never stopped you. You were determined to show him how much you cared, never giving up despite his actions, and you somehow made it to the top two positions with Momo Yaoyorozu, the daughter of a well-known Marquess.

You hadn't paid much attention to Shoto's interactions with the other contestants since your main thought was to find a method to satisfy him; you supposed that's why you hadn't noticed his lingering gazes at her or how kind he was when near her. You only understood this when it was revealed that Momo Yaoyorozu would become Empress, with you, the Queen, standing at her side.

It crushed your heart into millions of pieces to watch them so joyfully, completely, and passionately in love, just like you were. But you never grumbled; even if you couldn't be the owner of his heart, all you wanted was for him to be happy, and if Momo did that, you'd do everything to keep it that way.

And you performed your job; because you were raised to be the Empress, you helped Momo learn the ropes, led her through difficult decisions, and helped her maintain a decent image among the commoners. Why did you suffer this destiny while you were properly doing your duties as Queen? Never in a million years would you have predicted the events that led to your death. Who would have guessed that Momo Yaoyorozu would be poisoned while three months pregnant?

They never discovered the true perpetrator; you remember this because the picture of your father being found guilty was still extremely clear in your memory. With an inexplicable emotion, you had pulled the diamond-encrusted hairpin out of your hair to stab the love of your life in his abdomen, and well...you can anticipate what happened next.

Even after this reincarnation, the feeling of rage never went away, especially when your father was wrongfully accused. You weren't raised in the most loving household; your mother died when you were a young girl, and your father drifted apart after that. You couldn't, however, blame him and your mother's death for the fallout of your father-daughter connection. You had never tried to reach out to him and had never shown affection to him, which is why you would establish that relationship with him on this second shot at life.

You had the ideal strategy in mind. In your former life, you were always a highly industrious person, and in addition to lessons on becoming the ideal Empress, you also got training in sword fighting and archery. You've been sitting in the bathtub for hours, stress-eating your nails while devising a strategy since you shut yourself in your bedchamber's bathroom. Because you don't have any siblings, you're the only one who can carry on the L/n Dukedom, which influenced your selection. You would become a knight in order to become the family's head, never dealing with Shoto Todoroki again. It was a flawless plan, and you had the perfect reason; nothing could possibly go wrong.

“Mary, you can come in now!”

You were now going along your home's hall, on your way to eat breakfast with your father, as he had asked. You took in every picture on the walls as well as the view of your family's expansive garden. You'd missed all of this, the peaceful sense that came with returning home. Despite the fact that the royal palace was considerably more gorgeous than anywhere else, you would immediately and unequivocally choose your own house. Even the artwork of your family (including your mother), which you had despised, was suddenly something you craved. Was it necessary to die and be given a second opportunity to appreciate the value of everything?

Apparently, it had.

When you entered the room, your father was already seated at the head of the table, reading through a book. You knocked on the door twice to make your presence aware, “You called for me, father?”

“Oh, I did, dear! Why don’t you join me for breakfast this morning, hm? Come sit next to me.” he pointed at the seat beside him. You tried your best not to let your shocked expression slip through your mask. Why was he acting so kind? “My my, did you get a haircut? It suits you quite well.”

“Thank you, father.” you took the empty seat and watched as the maids brought in the vast options of food and placed them on the table. You had trimmed your hair after all, memories of him toying with your long hair and braiding it once flashed through your mind when you glanced in the mirror, so you did what was required. You'd cut it yourself, and it was now just one inch below your shoulders.

“May I ask what the event is?”

“Event? Can’t I just enjoy some nice breakfast with my daughter? You had me worried for the past few days when you fainted all of a sudden–”

“Fainted?”

“Oh, you must have hit your head as well, darling. You’ve been sleeping for a few days now; all the doctors I called couldn’t tell us what the problem was. This breakfast isn’t even near to what you need to eat right now!”

Had you fainted? Ah, it must’ve been after your execution. But still, your father had been worried, for you? So this was an excellent opportunity to start building the relationship you so desired. You would not make the same mistakes as your past life, which was a great place to start. “Father, I wanted to talk to you about something.” you said as you placed food on your plate.

“What is it, dear?”

“I want to become the head of this house.”

You watched as he put his fork down to lean against his chair, hands holding each other resting on the table, “Why is that?”

“I want to become a knight and become the head, father. There is no one else to continue the lineage.”

He sighed, scratching the back of his neck, “You need to attend the competition Y/n, you got the invite; there is no way we could decline it.” You were frozen on your spot. How could you forget it? You were seventeen right now, which meant the competition to become the Empress would start in one month. How could you be so stupid to think you could smoothly live your life away from his radar? “But I don’t want to become the Empress, father. I want to stay here.”

“Are you sure? You were talking about wanting to become the Empress since you were a little child, my dear. Why the sudden change of heart?”

Now how were you supposed to answer that?

‘Oh, father, I actually lived this life before and knew you, and I am going to die, so I’m trying to prevent that.’

Yeah, that wouldn’t work.

“I thought about this family, father. I’m an only child, and I want this house to continue for more generations. Please grant me this wish.”

“You know I can’t–” you slumped in your seat, your lips pouting, “–but we can make a deal.”

“A deal?” you perked up at the sound of that.

“Yes. If you lose the competition, I will grant you your wish. But I don’t want you to give up from the beginning. You should make it to the finals and be on the last two standing, and then when you come home, I will allow you to become the head of this family.”

Last two standing? That was how you reached your end! You needed to stay away from Shoto as much as possible; you couldn’t wait till the finals. “The finals? Surely I don’t have to stay that long–”

“My decision is final. If you accept it, I will grant your wish.”

You nibbled on your lower lip as you considered this offer. There were two possible outcomes to the events. One, you reach the finals and beg Shoto not to pick you as Queen, telling him your request, or two, the same events unfold, but he disregards your wishes and crowns you Queen, only for you to resume your previous life.

Alternatively, an entirely other path might be established in which you are eliminated from the start and lose your chances at a happy existence. After weighing the options, it appeared like accepting your father's proposal would be the wiser choice.

You could accomplish it because the genius in you devised a different strategy. After the first day, you would approach Shoto and offer your assistance in selecting the right Empress because you knew everyone from your previous life; you could remove them by exposing their weaknesses to him while keeping Momo for the long haul. And, with your assistance, he will fulfill your goal of becoming the family head. Wasn't that a fairly good plan?

“Alright, father, I accept your offer.” you sighed.

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