Hello, Can I Please Be Tagged On The New Sakusas Series?

Hello, can i please be tagged on the new sakusa’s series?

yes ofc!

hI ZEY

Whenever I see you post I get confused because I think "wait.. when did i post that?"

ANYWAY

I LOVE YOU AND I'M DROPPING A HUG RIGHT HERE

LMAO I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU MEAN BCS THE SAME THING HAPPENS TO ME

AND I LOVE YOU TOO <333333333 LEMME RETURN THE HUG

highlight of my day😫😫ily ceci, ty!!

@satorinnie​ you’ve been appearance matched with…

First Date: Aquarium 

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Hiiii! Can you add me to your Haikyuu! taglist, please??? I just read Night Changes and I’m so into it hahaha 👁👄👁 Please take care! ❤️

ofc <3 do you just want to be tagged to the smau or my haikyuu works in general?

plss tell me why did i search suna angst the moment i woke up and read this…tee i love your writing </3

[10:28 PM]— SUNA RINTARO

When Suna sees your story, your smile large as you’re out with friends for the first time in a while since the break up, his head spins. It’s not the outfit you’re wearing, it’s not the way the colors compliment your eyes perfectly or the way your body’s hugged in all the right places—it’s the arm wrapped around your shoulders, loosely hanging around you as though it were normal.

And he hates that the man who’s got you tucked into him seems so bright, so content.

And Suna sits in his room, on the creaky old bed, next to the dim old lamp, surrounded by the bare old walls, watching as you seem to have your life together.

Do you? Are you happy now? Now that you’re no longer tied to him, tied to his habits of shrugging you off, keeping you out of the loop, not coming to you when he needs it most, not being there for you when you needed him most.

He supposes it makes sense. It should. But he dies inside at the look on your face, and with every second he stares at your smile, his composure falters, and his eyes turn misty.

So, with shaky hands, he calls you, and to his surprise, you pick up.

“Suna?” He blinks, shocked at the normalcy of your tone.

“Hey, y/n,” he mutters. It’s quiet for a moment, and neither of you knows what to say, and then you sigh. He feels wetness seep down his cheeks.

“What is it?” Sniffling, he stares at the small cushions set up by the window where you’d both sit and watch the lights of the city. Suna pretends he’s looking out of it and talking to you while you visit your family like he used to do. He used to laugh when someone struggled parallel parking across the street, pausing you mid-sentence to tell you about it.

“I wanted to just… I just needed to hear your voice,” he whispers, admitting to you for the first time in a while that he needed something to do with your presence. Even too late, it feels somewhat nice.

But nice wasn’t always enough. Nice was fleeting, a small sense of security in a moment that you stole from the world, and it was easily outweighed by much more. Being with Suna was nice. And then it wasn’t.

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Hello! How are you? I was wondering if I can be added to the Wonderwall taglist? Thanks!

i’ll add you rn!!