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+ angst. suna x f!reader. timeskip.

+ wrote something a little short and quick, have some angst <3 ahem also hope you have a happy birthday @sunasbabie ;)

“What do you like about me then?”

Your helpless giggle brings him back to the first time he ever interacted with you, during sophomore year at the sports festival when you not-so-subtly slipped a love letter into his locker when you thought the volleyball team would be playing. (Suna wasn’t surprised that you were that muddle-headed to mix up the volleyball and basketball matches.)

“Didn’t my love letter say all?”

Suna scoffs, “thought you said it wasn’t a love letter?” His arm wraps around you, his voice deep and low against your ear, just like he always does whenever he’s teasing you.

“Like you ever believed me,” you challenge, pouting and crossing your arms. You tear your eyes away from him in favour for the city lights down below—and Suna can’t say he doesn’t like how they glitter in your eyes, and how your hair dances in the chilly night wind.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

Your groan tells him you’re about to embarrass yourself by entertaining him, but Suna smirks because he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You’re hot,” you shrug, and while it sounds like music to his ears, he shoves you playfully, earning a laugh from you. “Hey, isn’t this the part where you say ‘you too’?”

Suna tips your chin up to face him, “I happen to think you’re gorgeous.” His fingers move up to squish your cheeks, “see? You look adorable even with your face all scrunched up.”

You swat his hand away, frowning instead. “That’s what you say to all the girls.”

“You jealous, babe?”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me, Suna Rintarou.” Yeah, because somehow you always get flustered whenever he calls you any sort of pet name. “Such a flirt.”

“Maybe.” But no, he isn’t. If he was, he would be replying to everyone in his DMs who were 95% girls trying to shoot their shot with him. Or even replying to the ones on his Tinder account, none of which interest him enough.

“I like how you’re very passionate about volleyball, even though it doesn’t look like it.” Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He glances at you to find your gaze fixed on the skyline, your fingers nervously picking at the hem of your jacket. “I like the way you’re so brutally honest sometimes. I like how you’re lowkey affectionate too.”

“Lowkey?” Suna meant to cut you off, to change the topic, because this sounded cornier than he expected. But even so, it was nice to hear. Especially coming from you.

“Mhm, and you’re such an ass sometimes but it’s pretty entertaining,” you conclude, probably deciding it was way too cheesy as well—Suna likes that, how you both have the same threshold on certain things.

“If I’m an ass, cut me off then,” he tells you, ruffling the top of your head.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Rin,” you reply, grinning and throwing your arms around him. His grip tightens around your waist, breathing you in.

In this moment everything is perfect. It’s nearly your birthday, and—he peers down at his watch; it’s a second to midnight—he gets a hug from the most beautiful girl in the bar, your arms squeezing him and your cheek pressed against his chest.

“I love you, Suna Rintarou,” you comment with a lilt—almost like you’re joking somehow. You always were so elusive with emotions.

Before Suna can even say anything, a crowd gathers around singing ‘happy birthday’ to you. He pulls away and whispers in your ear, “you totally knew this was coming, didn’t you?”

You nod in response, but you act surprised anyway, Atsumu running to you from inside and enveloping you in a big hug. Osamu makes a comment about how Atsumu is being way too excited and getting in the way of the shot, and the blonde starts to bicker with his twin about how it would look great anyway since he was there.

Your other friends are still singing, ignoring their antics, and Suna sighs in exasperation, muttering an apology into your ear. You shake your head, “it’s fine, it’s been so long since I’ve seen everyone anyway.”

Suna observes as you try not to tear up from the fact that almost everyone freed their calendar to celebrate your birthday. It’s hard to miss your beaming face, even harder to miss how your dress hugs your body—and the hardest not to notice? How you’re absolutely brimming with bliss as your two-tiered black velvet cake is walked out onto the balcony.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

He doesn’t notice until then that your smile is less because of the cake than it is the person who carried it out. Behind the candles pops out your boyfriend’s face, sharp gaze fixed on you, attention placed solely on the birthday girl.

“Thank you, handsome,” you reply, jumping into his arms after he sets the cake down on the table. The way your forehead presses against each other only serve to remind Suna that no matter how close the two of you are that he would never get to know you that intimately. The kiss he plants on your lips is a reality check; Suna would have been the lucky one if he had just spent less time playing around. The whispers you share with him only make Suna feel like an idiot for even having that earlier conversation hoping for an inkling of the same affection you showed to your boyfriend.

He should’ve known better than that. After all, your fierce loyalty is one of the reasons Suna admired you. And in the hushed, shy way you tell your boyfriend “I love you”, Suna can tell that you mean it in a completely different way than you did earlier. (Suna doesn’t miss the way your boyfriend’s eyes meet his for just a split second—eyes full of doubt for just a moment.)

“More than anyone else?”

Suna almost wishes he was deaf. Everyone else is busy chattering among themselves, but Suna can’t take his eyes off of you.

Your eyes, though, are only locked on your boyfriend. “I promise you, Mr Hirugami, I love you more than anyone else.”

Your words are a thorn in Suna’s heart. He supposes it’s his fault for not being upfront with his feelings, for always playing it off as nothing.

Sachiro gives you a peck on the forehead. “Keep saying things like that and I might just have to give you my last name.”

It’s like all other sounds have muffled into the background, and all Suna can hear is the love drunk confession of two lovebirds.

“Maybe I want you to.”

A nudge from Osamu snaps Suna’s mind back into the foreground. “Honestly thought she would’ve ended up with you.”

“Does it matter?”

You’re blowing out the candles now, and your boyfriend has given you the biggest kiss on your cheek. Suna almost finds it nauseating.

“No, but if you ever wanted to chase her, better do it before it’s really too late.”

Suna doesn’t bother to answer. Just by looking at you he already knows; you’re happy right where you are. Who is he to take that away from you? He already lost the moment he took his time to figure it out. By the time he did, you had already been swept off your feet by another.

Just as sure as Suna is of his feelings now, he’s also sure of your feelings too. And just as much as he knows he feels for you, he also knows you feel just as much for another.

So maybe watching from a distance and not interfering is the best present he can possibly give you.