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edit; i can’t tag you :/ your blog doesn’t come up. but i still wrote it anyways

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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!

i am kindly asking you to reblog if you liked this!! thank you thank you

《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.

~

"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.

Why dont u write night changes 😭😭

sorry :// i just haven’t felt like writing it for the past few days since im concentrating more on my other works, but i’ll try to update tomorrow💗