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14. maybe a date?
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fourteen; maybe a date?
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a date😳😳going too fast??idk
idk what to write in these notes anymore fjskdjs hope you guys are enjoying the story :)
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15. ukai
was it dumb for you to agree to meet the unknown person half an hour before your date with suna? yes, maybe. but you can’t blame a girl for being curious. you weren’t afraid or anything but you still notified fumiko about your whereabouts just in case something did go wrong.
wrapping the jacket around your fram tighter due to the chilly air you slowly and carefully made your way to the meeting spot on the text. as you reached the place and saw no was there you decided on waiting a few minutes, anxiously tapping your foot and fingers playing with each other. but the silence was broken with the footsteps entering your line of vision, and when you looked up to meet the eyes of the intruder a gasp left your mouth. “ukai? what—what are you doing here? you can’t be seen with me-“
he shut you up with his hand on your mouth, motioning for you to keep your voice down. “im sorry if i scared you with the unknown number. your uncle has connections everywhere so i wanted to be careful.”
taking his hand off your mouth you nodded indicating that you were listening to him. when you looked at him he was trying his best to not look you in the eyes as he was placing his hands in his pockets.
“he plans on stopping the payment for your mom’s rehab.” he said in one breath. eyes wide and mouth open, the only reaction you could give was the fear stricken expression on your face. “wh-what do you mean? why would he do that? we took him to court, he has to pay-“
“do you know who you’re talking about y/n! this is your uncle he has the money and the connections to save him from everything.”
“but if so, why didn’t he do this before? why now of all time?”
“he...he wants your father’s assets.”
“excuse me! who does he think he is!? like hell im going to give them to him, is he out of his mind?” you were frantic, stressed, scared for your future and your mom’s, this was the last thing you needed, last thing you wanted. why did it have to be you?
“look i know you don’t want to but think of it this way. you’ll get a huge amount of money if you sell it and im sure it’ll be enough and more for the rehab and your education-“
“are you actually telling me to consider this? that is the only thing i have left of my father and i’d rather die then let him corrupt the company. you should know its the fact that those assets don’t belong to him that keep the company alive.” you were holding yourself back from crying, you couldn’t let your guard down. your decision was final and nothing was going to change that but it would be a lie if you said the offer was stupid because it could actually help you. but you were too proud and too persistent to let that happen.
“okay, okay i get it alright? if that’s what you think you have to find a way somehow to stop this. you know he’ll never let go until he gets what he wants.”
you started biting your nails; a bad habit you required through the years, “get me a list of his top employees, im going to hope on finding some dirt on him.”
ukai turned you around by your shoulders to look you in the eye, “are you sure you want to play this game? its risky.”
“i don’t care at this point, my mother’s health and this family’s dignity matters the most. im not gonna let some scum win.”
“alright. i’ll get you the list.” he patted your head and moved to hug you. ukai was like the brother you never had.
when you father was alive, ukai was his right hand man and due to that, you spent a lot of time growing up with him. even though he worked for your uncle now (due to familial issues) he still helped you as much as he could, and you really appreciated it. you just hoped his end wouldn’t be bad if he were to ever get caught.
when you finally arrived at suna’s house it was 10 minutes late. you hoped he wouldn’t get mad for that cause you were actually looking forward for the date, but all that cam crashing down once you looked inside through the window to see suna and ayaka sitting on the couch cuddling while watching a movie.
did he forget? no that couldn’t be, he was the one who asked you wasn’t he? but then why was he busy as if your date was never supposed to happen in the first place? were you a joke to him? you internally shook your head at the multiple questions surfacing in your head and rather the calling him out for what he did, you decided on going home and making the choice that would relieve you of half of your daily stress. you didn’t want to be connected to them by any means at this point. fumiko would be proud.
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fifteen; ukai
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the way i never let you guys be happy muahahah lmao im having too much fun
now this chapter is the start of the story starting to unravel soo...yeah
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16. you fucker
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sixteen; you fucker
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i wonder what atsumu came for...
the way ayaka talked back caught y/n off guard but she stands by her statement
btw lahmacun is this utterly delicious turkish food :’D
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17. clownery
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seventeen; clownery
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oop- suna learned about ukai
and omg atsumu and fumiko enemies to lovers???? hmmmm idk
next chapter some investigations will start...
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18. sherlock and 2 watsons
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eighteen; sherlock and 2 watsons
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sorry for the wait :// i just didn’t feel like writing for some reason lol
also ik this chapter isn’t much so i’ll redeem that with tomorrow’s update
i also hope yall got the notifs this time :>
hope yall are having a nice day </3
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19. give me another chance
standing in front of the miya household made you realize how bad of a choice this was and that maybe you should’ve just let your cousin do this alone. it was already weird that your cousin was comfortable enough to just invite herself into their house with no announcement, but it was too late since fumiko rang the bell and held your hand to keep you in place.
you heard shuffling from behind the door and took out your phone to act as if you were busy, “you’re such a pussy.” fumiko whispered beside you. when you turned your head to speak back, the door in front of you was already open and atsumu was staring at you two with wide and shocked eyes.
“what are ya both doing here?” what shocked you was the non-spiteful tone he used. wasn’t he mad about the whole ayaka situation?
“greetings to you too miya, are your parents home?” fumiko jumped right in to answer him, pushing him aside to enter their home, pulling you along with her. “uh no? they went grocery shopping but they’ll be back in a few minutes. why are ya asking?”
you looked around the house to see if he was lying but were met with two pairs of eyes staring at you and your cousin.
suna and osamu.
you immediately turned your head around to avoid a certain pair of eyes, keeping yourself busy with staring expectantly at the blond twin. “my father had some questions for your parents but couldn’t come himself, so he sent me as his envoy, and i took y/n as my company.” what a smooth liar your cousin was.
“if that’s the case ya both can just wait inside. we were just chatting along.” he pointed at his two friends sitting at the couch.
you could feel suna’s stare at you as you walked over to the other couch with fumiko; away from the trio. there was a very awkward silence between all of you that you could even hear the clock ticking above the television. however atsumu broke the silence with his question, “why couldn’t your father just give’ em a call?”
you could feel fumiko holding back a snarky comment with how she squeezed your hand to keep herself back, so you interjected yourself, “uncle is a very busy man. your parents aren’t his only employees and he had other important stuff to attend to. and y’know fumiko was raised for these stuff so why not send her instead?”
atsumu tentatively nodded at your reply, eyes still staring at fumiko who only gave him a forded smile on her face. while they were in their own world, you were staring at the trio in a questioning way because you weren’t expecting them to be…complaint?
“i know what you’re thinking y/n” osamu spoke, but this time it was directed at you. “yes we’re a little…displeased lets say, but at the end fumiko is your family and we agreed that going back to the old way would be better.”
you were still wary of them but nonetheless accepted his answer and continued with your silent presence, fully aware of the eyes that hadn’t left your figure since the second you stepped into the house.
suna hasn’t stopped staring since you’ve came. he knows you weren’t pleased by their presence, hell he bet even the dumber twin was aware of this. but he just couldn’t stop looking at you, his guilt eating him up.
why was he always so quick on jumping into conclusions? he was actually looking forward to your date but had to go screw it up with his man pride, his sister would’ve been ashamed of him. he wanted to find an opening to talk to you, explain himself, and maybe even ask for a third chance? he honestly lost count of how many times he’s wronged you, and he knew the chances of redeeming himself were probably slim to none, still he wasn’t one to give up.
when you announced that you wanted to grab some water, suna grabbed the chance and stood up in front of you to guide you to the kitchen. he could see osamu smirking from the corner if his eye. suna walked in front of you until you both reached the kitchen and suna leaned against the fridge staring at you pour yourself a glass of water.
“y’know you can just tell me what’s on your mind because your stare is not making me comfortable at all.” ouch, guess be deserved that.
“uh- about the date night—” his hand went behind his neck, a sign of him being nervous.
“—there’s nothing to talk about that night. you stood me up and i let you go. im not looking for more trouble.” you said, eyes still on your glass of water. and when you were about to walk out of the kitchen, suna grabbed you wrist and pulled with a bit too much force, resulting in your body fully leaning against his.
suna could feel the heat rising to the tip of his ears, this was the closest he had gotten to you, and although he would’ve preferred it under better circumstances, he would take what he could get.
“please give me chance to explain, even though i don’t deserve a second of your time.” he whispered against your ear, eyes closed. you could feel his breathing against your neck and it was taking too much self-restraint to not loose your stance at that moment.
“why should i spend my time listening to your excuses suna? you’ll just keep apologizing over and over again.” you breathed out, mentally clapping for your voice not shaking.
he took a step back to turn you to face him, his eyes not leaving your figure once. “i know i don’t deserve anything from you after how i’ve treated you, but please just give me a chance to explain.”
you were avoiding meeting his eyes, because you knew the second you looked into them you’d let him back in. yet some part of you still wanted to learn why he has stood you up that day, so you allowed him to explain. “fine, you have one minute.”
he released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, finally finding the chance to ask for forgiveness. he knows how embarrassing his reason is going to sound. “i- that day ayaka saw you with this dude and um- asked me if i was meeting up with you and when i said yes, she told me that she saw you two hugging and i—”
“what?” you were honestly baffled. he ditched you because he was jealous? and what did ayaka exactly tell him? did ayaka tell her parents too? cause that would’ve been very bad.
“let me get this straight. you couldn’t let your man pride go for one day and ask me who the guy was? you do know he’s like—the same age as my father?” this time you looked up to meet his gaze only to see he was sheepishly rubbing his neck looking anywhere but you.
“…i do. i just learned about it yesterday, and didn’t know how to approach you.”
“you do know how ridiculous this all sounds right?”
“…im sorry.” he was looking at you now, and as much as you wanted to ignore his apologies, you could see the sincerity behind his eyes and it was killing you.
“it hurts that you trust ayaka’s word over mine, when she doesn’t even know me enough to know my circle of friends.” you watched as nodded, a frown taking over his features.
“i know my mistake now and no amount of apologies will be enough to fix my way of treating you. but, could you please give me another chance? let me prove to you im worthy of your time and trust, please.”
you looked at him, biting your bottom lip while contemplating his apology. he was nervous to say the least, he could feel his palms sweating with the silence you gave him. he’s never been one to apologize this desperately but there was just something with you that made him want to never leave your side, despite how his actions proved otherwise. he’s just never felt like this before and didn’t know how to approach it.
“…alright. but one last chance. i swear to god if you screw this one up, its over.” you didn’t know which action caught you more off guard, the huge smile he gave you, or the way he tightly hugged you. slowly yet gently you raised you arms to hug him back, hand unconsciously reaching to caress his hair. “don’t screw this up rintarou.” you whispered in his ear as you left his embrace to join everyone back in the living room, your voice leaving him a blushing mess in the kitchen.
when you returned back to take your place next to fumiko, you realize she wasn’t in the room and nor was atsumu. “where did they go?” you asked osamu as you took your seat with suna’s eyes still on you.
“i think they went to check something in our parents office.” osamu shrugged.
you closed your eyes to heave a sigh, even though she assured you she hated him, you couldn’t shrug of the tension they had between them. “they better not be making out.” you muttered under your breath as you took your phone out to keep yourself busy while waiting for the twins parents.
you missed the way osamu cringed after hearing your silent statement.
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nineteen; give me another chance
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here’s a long update after not posting for the past few days. i just feel like im steering off the romance plot and going into more of a story plot and don’t want to bore you guys :/
but the ending…any thought? and do you think y/n should’ve forgiven suna?
i’ll update tomorrow since it’ll be text messages only and not a written chpter
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20. you know what this means right?
tw; mentions of suicide & depression
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twenty; you know what this means right?
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so so sorry for the 0 updates this week :/ idk i just feel like this whole thing is horrible since idk i feel like the story between y/n and suna is more of a background thing??
things are starting to unravel in this chapter tho…
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21. the long awaited date
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twenty one; the long awaited date
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omg im back!! this is more of a filler chapter to apologize for being mia on this smau :)
since it’s been long i kind of forgot the direction i wanted to go with this but i hope to start posting soon to finish this smau <3
also what do yall think and have have yall been?
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metamorphosis — sm au masterlist.
║ pairing: tattoo artist!suna x f!reader. ║ genre: angst, fluff. ║ trope: S2L. mutual pining. tattoo au. ║ warnings: profanity & some suggestive terms. small mentions of drug & alcohol usage. overbearing & slightly toxic family relationships. ║ synopsis: to change means to modify, to make, or to become different. either an essential difference amounting to a loss of original identity or a substitution of one thing for another, in order to grow, and transform into something or into someone bigger, better, and happier, we need change. no matter how scary and how unsure we are of the consequences that lay ahead of us as we go through these changes, change is inevitable. we just have to want it, embrace it, and be ready to accept it…
› note: originally posted on my old blog ( kithsuna ) › disclaimer: pics used in this au are not mine.
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WARM CONVERSATION (suna x reader)
cw: breakup heavy, light mentions of reader going through it, angst to fluff i promise!!!! best friend osamu <3 kinda long im sorry, titled from sad beautiful tragic by taylor swift because what else would it be
You should’ve known he’d come over. Should’ve expected it the moment you sent the text turning down his offer disguised as a reminder.
A sick part of you almost wants to laugh as you reread the texts on the phone in hand.
From: Osamu
ur coming with me to atsumu’s stupid thing tonight, right?
To: Osamu
absolutely not
Not even twenty minutes later (which is impressive, considering Osamu lives at least thirty away from your apartment), an abrasive knock is on your door and you don’t even need to check the peephole to see who waits on the other side.
The moment you open the door with unimpressed eyes, Osamu is opening his mouth to complain.
“You’re shitting me, right?”
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Pairings: Suna Rintarō & F!Reader.
Characters: Suna Rintarō. Miya Osamu. Miya Atsumu. Princess Alisa.
Genre: Alternate Universe—Royalty. Angst. Fluff. Tags: Enemies to Lovers. (in a Forbidden Love sort of way.) Suggestive. Betrayal. Duchess!Reader. Mentions of assassination. Mentions of alcohol. Profanity. Villain!Suna.
Note: Will have a part two when I regain some semblance or drop of my will to live. Not proofread, at all.
You were never sure what to make of grand balls. You feel, a part inherent to you holds a level of affinity towards them. Even so, you grimace at the thought of its crowd—rich, snobby nobles and the like.
The royal family had asked (more so required) you of your presence, and with the bright pleading eyes of the princess, you folded.
Because she was your friend; and she hated these grand balls more than you ever did.
You get pampered, treated the best. People always say, it’s because you’re a treasure to the royal family, the cornerstone of humanity and the kingdom itself—because you’re strong, and full of wit, and powerful in your own right. That’s what they say.
You repeat these to yourself when your body is being caged into a snug corset, a dress so elegant hugging your body.
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𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 I 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀
ಌ including : ceo sunrin x fem!reader
ಌ genre : suggestive/smut
a/n: I'm def starting a series with this
୨୧ sugardaddy!suna who first just wanted the relationship to be you coming over at times, not pressuring you to have sex and simply enjoying your company.
୨୧ sugardaddy!suna however if things did progress it suna would waste no time taking you where ever in his house, kitchen, living room, hallway doesn't matter.
୨୧ sugardaddy!suna when he has to go to meetings and tend to things at his company, he'll leave you a key to his house and his credit card. If you come back with only 2-3 bags from shopping he's taking you out again. Rin always wants to spoil you, so if your like, "I don't wanna spend to much." He'll tease you for being too cute before saying, "Thats the whole point pretty."
୨୧ sugardaddy!suna and if you don't know what to buy because everything looks so good, he'll take you into the dressing room and try on every outfit if he has to. Of course he makes sure you feel comfortable in the outfits and you like them. And if you happen to love all of them, well lucky for you he's buying the whole rack.
୨୧ sugardaddy!suna after a while he'll realize he likes you more than he orignally thought, so the next time you come over he'll try and drop a couple hints that he wants to be more than a simple sex n spend relationship. And if you still don't get it he'll outright tell you. "You've been on my mind way too much lately, but I guess thats to be expected when you like someone."
୨୧ sugardaddy!suna Rin loves dressing you up, and picking out lingerie for you. His favorite thing is when your shy and scared to come out of the bathroom, so he assures you you'll look stunning no matter what you wear. And boy he was right. He always is.
you looked at yourself in the mirror blushing at how much skin you were showing, the lingerie rintaro had bought this time was definitely something else. You were wearing a royal blue laced babydoll, with a matching lingerie set with white lace on the fringes. "Come out princess, I wanna see how it looks on you." You nervously, made your way towards the door. Opening slightly peeking your head out, making him chuckle. "Cmon pretty girl." Taking in a deep breath, you walked out. Your eyes never meeting his as your arms went behind your body, grabbing your wrist with on hand rubbing it in circles. Blush rose to your cheeks as you felt his heavy gaze on your figure, "So cute, it looks sexy on your skin too. Too bad its gonna get ruined."
୨୧ sugardaddy!suna who loves walking around with a cute peice of eye candy holding onto his arm, watching guys expressions as you walk by. Shooting a smirk your way, earning a flushed expression from you.
୨୧ sugardaddy!suna who can't get enough of you wearing skirts or tights, especially when you bend over to reach something and your ass is just presented infront of him. So cute and plump, so when you stand up don't be surprised when you feel a hand at your waist. "R-rinny! You scared me." You sighed, before feeling his touch travel down to your ass. "Did you plan on teasing me or are you just being a naïve little girl right now hm?"
୨୧ sugardaddy!suna who's favorite thing to do is to have you sit on his face with the designer tights he bought you ripped at your crotch, using his tongue and fingers to quickly rip out an orgasm from you. Wanting to see the mess you made on the tights, "B-baby slow down! I-its too fuck much." Not letting up he'll take his tongue out of out your hole kissing your clit to say, "I suggest if you want to cum you'll address me by my name, and to take whatever I give you. Got it princess?"
"Y-yes sir."
Beginning of the End
pairing: Suna Rintarou x F!Reader
angst to fluff
WC: 3.1k
synopsis: when Suna begins to spend more time with his close friends, including his new sickeningly sweet manager, you start to wonder if you’re not as important to him as you thought.
content/warnings: neglect, mentions of beating up (no one gets beat up), jealousy, insecurity, no use of y/n, lmk if i missed anything!
you make your way towards the gymnasium with a giddy smile as you hum the lyrics to Apple Cider. it’s a boring Thursday afternoon, and while you had the option of going home immediately, you figured you’d stop by Rintarou’s volleyball practice. after all, you’d baked some brownies and thought it would be a fun surprise for the boys.
you peek your head through the door to ensure no volleyballs are going to attack you, before slipping in and running towards the benches. you notice Suna spot you with his intense stare, and you give him a smile paired with a wave in response. he waves back before focusing on the rest of his practice.
you manage to get some work done throughout the hour, not disturbing the team as you know how serious the sport is to them. by the time you’ve finished your homework, they’ve begun to pack up and head to the locker room.
Atsumu, however, wipes his sweat with a towel before walking towards you.
“Hey, [Name], how are ya doin'?” he asks you with a crooked grin.
you finish zipping up your backpack before looking up, “I’m doing okay! Just waiting for Rin.”
he nods understandingly as the rest of the boys walk out, dressed in fresh clothes and looking much less… stinky. Rintarou eyes you and Atsumu as he lazily stalks over, draping an arm over you and pulling you close.
he bends down and kisses your temple, “Hey, baby. What’re you doing here?”
you pause, looking up at him unsure as you are aware of the presence of his team members. “I was waiting for you. I was thinking we could go back home together and watch a movie?”
he lifts his arm to rub the back of his neck. “Sorry, today the team is going out for dinner. Maybe tomorrow?”
you ignore the pinch in your heart at the lack of an invitation, but you justify it as it is a team dinner. and make no mistake, no matter how close you were, you were not part of his team.
“Oh, okay.” you murmur with an awkward smile. you look towards Osamu who stands off to the side, “Hey, ‘Samu, I made my brownies again since you all loved them so much. Here.”
you reach out to give them to him as he rips open the lid and stares at it with heart-eyes. he looks back to you, “Thank ya so much [Name], ya sure ya don’t wanna dump Sunarin for me? I could eat these for the rest of ma life.”
Suna immediately wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you into his chest as he glowers at Osamu. you giggle as Osamu merely raises his hands in mock surrender. the rest of the team digs in, including Atsumu who you notice still hasn’t changed. but that was none of your business.
what was your business, was the pouty messy haired boy in front of you who looked like a sad puppy.
“Hey. Where’s mine?”
you smile fondly, before unzipping your backpack and pulling out a neatly wrapped bag of brownies. they were decorated with caramel drizzle and mini sprinkle hearts.
Suna lights up at the sight, gently grabbing it from your hand and kissing the side of your face. “Thanks.” he whispers, causing you to shiver at the low tone.
“Should you all be eating brownies when nationals is just around the corner? I thought you’d be more strict about this, Kita-san.” a gentle voice comes from behind. you look over and find their manager, Akira, as she frowns at the team.
Kita looks thoroughly scolded as he stares at the brownie in his hand, his cheeks puffed out as he stops chewing.
your brows furrow as you notice everyone stop eating. you force a smile, “I thought it would be fine since it’s been months since I gave it to them.”
Atsumu nods as he finishes chewing, licking his fingers once he’s done. “Yeah, don’t worry about it Akira, yer new so ya don’t know this, but [Name] always bakes for us. It doesn’t hurt to have somethin’ sweet once in a while.”
she sighs, a dimpled smile coming onto her face, “I suppose you’re right, Atsumu. Well, when are we leaving?”
your face drops at the we. who is we, you begin to wonder. the team? her? everyone here but you? you clench your fist as you inhale quietly. you turn to Suna with a smile.
“I’m gonna head home before it gets darker, have fun at your dinner.” you kiss his cheek before placing your bag over your shoulder and leaving, uncaring of the fact that your exit was not the nicest.
perhaps this was the beginning of the end of your and Suna’s relationship. looking back, you should’ve noticed something was wrong. but what were you to do, other than ride the catastrophic wave as a rookie surfer.
✾
things began to go downhill from there. slowly, but surely, you were losing Rintarou. it went from team dinners, to team hangouts, to spending lunch breaks with the team. it was the team, team, team, and team. and a quick glance at Atsumu’s Instagram let you know that Akira was included in every team plan.
that didn’t mean you didn’t try. because if there’s anything you ever did, it was try your best.
“Hey, Rin! Let’s get dinner on Saturday?”
he looks at you with a guilty smile, kissing your lips gently. you part, dazed, but he lets you down with his next words. “Sorry, team dinner again. Maybe next week?”
-
“Rinnie, was thinking of seeing the new Barbie movie with you. Wanna go on Friday?” you ask with hopeful eyes. the Barbie movie was gaining so much popularity lately, it was hard to go about your days without seeing spoilers.
he pauses, before running a hand through his messy dark hair, “Sorry, babe. The team already asked me to go with them. I can rewatch it with you some other time though?”
“No need,” you shake your head with a wry smile.
“Have fun, Rin.”
you end up going to the theatres alone and shoving popcorn in your mouth every time the couples next to you giggle.
the last straw was when he flaked on your usual Thursday lunch break meetup. the two of you would sit on the rooftop together and enjoy picking at each others food. it would often end in you being cuddled into his chest, enjoying the soft kisses down your neck.
the past few weeks, he hadn’t been present at all. he was physically there, but his mind was somewhere else. he’d be on his phone texting the team group chat you were obviously not in, and it was getting ridiculous. so when he fails to show up this week, you begin to wonder how much more of this you’ll put up with.
he doesn’t text you back for the rest of the day, and while you wish you could say you were angry, you were more so disappointed. was expecting him to prioritize you asking for too much? was it unreasonable to want to be chosen first? was love meant to hurt this much?
you make your way to the gymnasium once again after class. your face that once held a happy smile is replaced with a blank look, as you are unable to force yourself to look something you do not feel.
you walk in without a care of the volleyballs being thrown across the room, but you stop when you spot Akira, dimpled brown-haired Akira, who is in your Rintarou’s sweater. the sleeves fall below her hands, and the sweater paws look horrifically adorable. she smiles as she talks with the team, handing their water bottles to them. you wonder if you are imagining the glint in her eyes as she hands Rintarou his, their fingers brushing lightly as she gives it to him.
“[Name]!” a loud voice calls. it snaps you out of your daze, but you wish it hadn’t. tears begin to build in your eyes, so you turn around and walk out. you quickly wipe them away, thankful that your eyes don’t get red easily as you continue walking.
but then you hear footsteps. someone’s running towards you. you know it’s Rintarou, but you can’t face him right now. you speed up your steps, but he catches up with you in no time and softly grabs your wrist, pulling you into his chest.
you rip your arm out harshly, frowning up at him.
he exhales, out of breath from practice and running. “Baby, what’s wrong? Why did you leave?”
he pauses, “Why do you look so upset?”
he moves closer to grab your face in his hands, but you take a step back, needing the space.
“Why… Why was she in your sweater, Rintarou?”
he frowns, eyes looking around as his mind scrambles to understand you. “Who? You mean Akira? She wasn’t feeling well during lunch so I gave her my sweater.”
your heart drops. so while you were waiting for him alone at the rooftop he was with her? your face twists; you aren’t sure what kind of expression you’re showing, but it must annoy Suna, as he scoffs quietly, sliding a hand over his face.
“You’re not upset over that, are you? Because I don’t remember you being so possessive like that.”
you bark out a sarcastic laugh, looking at him as you tilt your head, “Possessive? More like I’m fucking normal, Rintarou. With the way you’ve been neglecting me lately, this is just the cherry on top.”
you shake your head, ignoring his concerned eyes. “Go back to practice, Suna. I’m going home.”
you turn around, fully expecting to be pulled back, but nothing happens. you continue to walk, letting out a shaky exhale as you place your headphones on. tears slip out of your eyes as your vision begins to blur. you blink harshly, wondering why every situation seemed to leave you utterly alone.
✾
“She said something about Akira being in my sweater.” Suna dries his hair messily with the towel in his hands before leaving it draped on his neck.
Osamu shrugs, “Well, that’s a valid reason to be uncomfortable in my opinion.”
Aran nods in agreement beside him. “Yeah, you considered that maybe you pushed a boundary of hers?”
Suna frowns, trying to ignore the flashes in his head of your heartbroken face. his chest aches. he hates not being on good terms with you.
Atsumu comes out from the showers, stretching his arms as he yawns.
“How was yer lunch with her today? Did she seem upset earlier?”
Suna pauses at Atsumu’s words.
Lunch?
Today was…Thursday.
he stands, scrambling as he rummages through his bag for his phone. he quickly opens your contact and looks at your texts. he sighs with a heavy heart at what he sees. why didn’t he get your texts?
he checks to the settings, finding that he had your contact muted. he knows he could have never done that, so he traces his memory back to whoever had his phone. the only time he left his phone alone today was when he was with Akira in the nurses room.
putting the pieces together, he shuts off his phone and tosses it back into his bag.
“Fuck.”
-
Suna looks for you on Friday, but you manage to slip away every time he got close. he sat in your usual seat in class, only for you to sit up at the front close to the door. when class was over, you quickly packed your bags and was out before he could blink.
when he looked for you at lunch, he found you surrounded by your friends. you must’ve told them something, because the moment they saw him they glared before huddling closer to you as if to protect you. he rolls his eyes at the thought but is happy you have such caring friends.
he waits by your locker after school, crossing his arms and leaning on the cool metal. he has practice, but he has priorities. and perhaps he neglected you for the past three weeks, but he knows he can fix this. he can be better.
but when you don’t show up, he wonders what the point of being better is if you’re not there.
his eyes trace the lines in the concrete as he walks towards the gym. the rest of practice he’s off his game, with sloppy spikes and weak serves. sure, he gets told off by Kita but it’s not as bad as the pain of potentially losing you.
Akira walks up to him after practice. she taps his shoulder. “Hey, Suna. I was wondering if you wanted to visit the Illusion Cafe with me this weekend? I know you love sweets and I heard lots of good things!” she smiles sweetly, but all Suna can focus on is the sweater she is wearing. it’s his.
more importantly, it’s yours.
he frowns, “No. I’m gonna spend that time with my girlfriend.”
Akira’s expression drops into a slight scowl. his eyebrow twitches at the mere sight. why would she be angry that he’s spending time with his girlfriend?
“Oh…Okay. Let me know if you change your mind.” she says with a tight lipped smile.
he looks back at the sweater before glancing at her face. “I won’t. Also, I’d like my sweater back sometime soon, thanks.”
her face reddens at his comment. she nods, embarrassed, before scurrying away.
Suna sighs, walking to the locker room and wondering how he was gonna get you to talk to him.
-
the team walks out of the gym, with Suna tuning their mindless rambling out. he stretches, finding his eyes seem heavier than usual. he hadn’t slept well last night, unused to you being angry with him that it left him so unsettled he couldn’t sleep.
“Oh, looks like the basketball team is also going home.”
it’s something insignificant. something Suna thought he’d look over at and forget the next second. but then he sees you.
you, with your arm wrapped around another guy’s arm. he’s tall, taller than Suna. muscular too, and his dark blue hair is captivating. Suna stops walking, causing the rest of the team to take a second glance at what he is looking at.
“Holy shit, is that [Name]? What’s she doin’ with those scrubs?” he distantly hears Atsumu say, but all is on his mind is he needs to get you away from that guy now. away from him and into his arms.
you’re laughing, happy for the first time in three weeks until you hear the rushed footsteps that are approaching you.
“[Name], let’s talk.” Suna demands. unfortunately for him, you’re not in the mood to talk anymore.
you unwrap your arm, looking at Suna directly. “No thanks. Maybe next time.” you quote his favourite line he’d used on you countless times recently. it seems he realizes, as his face crumples.
“Who’s this dolt?” the tall blue haired man asks, and Suna’s eyebrow twitches in irritation. who does this guy think he is?
you sigh, “Sorry, Aomine. This is my…boyfriend.”
Aomine’s brows raise. “Ah, my bad. Didn’t mean to get in the way.”
you shake your head, ignoring the other basketball members who surround you. “You’re not in the way, let’s go home, please.”
Suna walks in front of you, stopping you from moving. you exhale, exhausted from the long three weeks and wanting nothing more than to be in your bed.
“You want me to deal with him, [Name]?” Kagami asks from the side, sliding his sleeves up as Suna’s eyes widen.
a new voice comes from behind Suna, “Deal with him? Yer gonna havta deal with us too then.” Atsumu stands in front of Suna, eyes blazing with confidence. even Kita stands off to the side, seemingly ready to physically intervene. you want to laugh at the scene.
you shake your head at the almost comedic situation in front of you, before clapping your hands loudly. “Okay! That’s enough. Volleyball kids, go on your way. Basketball kids, also go on your way. Suna and I will talk as he walks me home.”
Suna’s eyes light up at your words, but you ignore his gaze. he wasn’t forgiven quite yet.
the rest of them begin to make their way out of the school grounds, except for Suna and Aomine. Aomine looks down at you, bending to your height, “You sure you don’t need me to do anything?”
you smile at his overprotectiveness, “No thanks, I got this. Thank you though, really.” he smiles and ruffles your hair, letting out a small ‘oof’ as you hug him tightly.
Suna stands off to the side, silently seething yet knowing he has no place to tell you what to do, especially not now.
Aomine leaves soon after, with a soft wave and a promise to beat Suna up if he tries anything funny. you glance at Suna who looks unsure and out of place.
“Let’s go?” you don’t wait for an answer and begin walking. you hear soft shuffling as he walks beside you and takes small glances that he thinks are discreet.
you arrive at a park near your house. you take a seat on the swings, Suna carefully doing the same. you wait for him to speak, as you’re all out of love and words to give at the moment.
“So… I think- No I know, I need to start this off by saying I’m sorry.” he stands, moving to position himself in front of you. he bends down, crouching to meet your gaze.
“I was very neglectful these last few weeks. I have no excuse, and I know I’ve hurt you.”
he slowly moves to grab your hand; you allow him, as he brings your limp hand to kiss the back. “I want you to know I made it clear to Akira that you’re my number one. You’re the one I always want, no matter what. I can’t even believe my dumbass made you doubt that.”
he shakes your head, looking down before glancing up. you notice tears building in his lash-line, causing you to sit up in alarm.
“I am seriously so fucking sorry for missing our lunch dates, dinners, and for giving her my sweater.”
you grab his face gently, wiping your thumbs beneath his eyes.
“I’ll burn the sweater, I swear.”
you roll your eyes, squishing his cheeks gently.
he grabs your arms, kissing your inner wrists softly as he looks up at you. “Will you give me a second chance? I promise I won’t fumble.”
the sweet moment is broken, then, as you scoff out a laugh. “You’re not going to fumble me, Rintarou.”
he smiles, cat-like eyes with a lazy grin. “Damn right. Gotta treat you like the princess you are.”
you pout, “Not a queen?”
he laughs, a deep raspy sound. he stands up and tilts his head down to kiss your nose.
“Princess, queen, anything. So long as you’re mine.”
EXTRA:
"So, who was that asshole earlier?"
you shove his shoulder gently, "He's not an asshole! He's my friend. Didn't you know I'm friends with the basketball team? I used to be their manager."
Rintarou scoffs, "Yeah, I knew that, just didn't know those guys were so close to my girl."
you look at him with a blank face.
"Right, and I was the one who was possessive. Sure."
he whines softly, low in his throat as he moves his face into your neck, "I said I was sorry!"
a/n: suna brainrot😵💫
GUYSSS!!! I need your help again to find another fic haha and idk which fandom it is but! I do know that it's an AU where their married and had a daughter. One day his daughter came home(? Idk if it's the daughter that came home or the character) crying saying she broke up with her boyfriend. And they had a conversation that made character confused because why would she be crying if she was the one who broke up with her bf?? Like... Anyways she explains that the reason she broke up with them is that they don't look at her like character does, they don't buy her flowers like character does.. and he goes (this is paraphrase ok?) Boys are stupid but she needs to grow up first to have what he and mommy has.
THATS ALL I KNOW PLEASE HELP ME 😭
Edit: I think it's rindou/ran/suna. which of those three
Edit2: I found it guys!!! It's THEIR KID BEING DRAMATIC by @swtsuya
guys!! I need help again. Do any of you know that one ff with suna? where he and his gf argued and he's on the train and overheard another girl(?) arguing on the phone with their bf(?) about the same issue and suna realised that he's wrong??
thats about what I can remember
[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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helpless
+ 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.
distant lovers
characters: suna, gn! reader
wc: 968
warnings: none, just breakup angst
a/n: inspired by this song 🤸🏻♀️
“esta tarde no pasa nada, no me puedo olvidar de ella, hace un mes que la estoy pensando, y no se si de mí se acuerda”
“this evening is uneventful, i can’t forget about her, it’s been a month since i’ve been thinking of her, and i’m unsure if she thinks of me”
Photos of the two of you still line the walls; they’re in the hallway, bedroom, living room, any spot with room for a photo had one. They were reminders, ugly ones at that, however Suna couldn’t bring himself to take them down. It’s the only physical proof he had of you…photos that prove you existed, that perhaps you did exist outside of Suna’s mind. That maybe…maybe you weren’t made up, and everything you both lived through together was real. That’s just it though…it was.
Past tense.
Past meaning you’re no longer here, which makes it exceedingly difficult for Suna to continue reminding himself you once loved him. If only you still did love him, if only you were still here. At home. Home. His apartment stopped feeling like home the moment you left, the minute you were no longer with him…the second you stopped loving him.
All he can do is stare at the photos, despite the constant ache in his chest, despite the tears that brim in his eyes as soon as his eyes land on your smile, they remind him of the wonderful memories you both share.
He’s not sure when everything changed, if he’s honest. When he stopped being enough. When you got bored and sought out something else he couldn’t give you. He would’ve given you the world, all you had to do was ask. Maybe that’s it though. Maybe he shouldn’t have waited, maybe he should’ve offered it to you first, should’ve placed possibilities onto a table so you knew he would do anything for you. Because he would. He should’ve.
He should’ve followed you to the airport. Should’ve stopped you before it was too late. He had seen the ticket after you had purchased it without him knowing…a one-way ticket. If only he had been able to calm himself long enough to check where you were headed, if only he hadn’t let his tears get in the way. But he couldn’t stop the shaking of his hands at the time, and instead took it out on you. Argued with you for who knows how long about who knows what. He just needed to let out his frustrations.
He was frustrated because he knew that every second that went by he was losing you. That every passing second ticked closer to your departure. If only he had checked the time of your flight. He would’ve seen that you were leaving while he was going to be out of the house. He would be smack in the middle of practice, far too concerned with a practice match or penalty drills, too busy to think about you.
So you took advantage of Suna being gone. Packed your bags in an awful silence, bottom lip wobbling as you tried not to cry. Because to your credit, you did love him. Once. There once was a time where he plagued your mind, and you felt light on your feet at the mere thought of him. When a kiss from him on your cheek would make your heart beat erratically. When holding his hand made you incredibly nervous. When you envisioned a future with him.
That future didn’t exist anymore. At least…not with Suna. It wasn’t his fault. Unfortunately, things just didn’t pan out the way you both had hoped. If Suna were to ask you when you stopped loving him, you wouldn’t know how to respond. There wasn’t one specific moment. It just…happened.
After a while, his kisses didn’t make you feel lightheaded anymore. You no longer forgot how to breathe when he looked at you, completely enamored. And eventually, you dreaded coming home. So you did what you thought was best, which was leave while Suna was out.
You couldn’t face him because you knew what he’d ask, maybe not word per word, but you had a clue about what his questions could’ve been.
Why don’t you love me anymore?
Was it something I said?
Was it something I did?
Was it something I didn’t do?
And worst of all. When did you stop loving me?
You couldn’t face him. It hurt too much to even think of Suna hurting this way; you just couldn’t see the dejection and hurt in his eyes. The best thing you could do was leave behind a letter.
And you did…you placed it in the middle of the table, leaning against a vase with wilted flowers that neither of you bothered changing. You left not long after that.
That was a month ago.
Suna’s friends tell him to get out of his apartment, take a walk in the cool air for a clear head. But he doesn’t want to clear his head, he’s afraid of forgetting you. He knows he should move on. You suggested in your letter he go after the girl he had liked before you. That you had a feeling the aforementioned girl still liked him. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t move on.
He’s holding out for your return. Despite knowing your ticket was for a plane leaving Japan, he was still holding out. He had already waited a month, no matter how taxing it was…he waited. He thinks of you every morning, when he’s in between being awake and being lulled back to sleep, when his mind is still foggy, he thinks of you. And he can almost trick himself into thinking you’re beside him. He’ll stretch an arm out, hand searching for your warmth. When he’s met with a cold bedsheet it all comes flooding back…coming home to an empty apartment, lights off and a sick, empty feeling. Suddenly, his apartment felt too big, too spacious.
It’s felt that way ever since. But no matter what transpired between you two, no matter what hell you’ve put him through, he’ll wait for you…with arms wide open.
Heartbroken
How the Haikyuu!! characters are after a break up
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
pretty please write a haikyuu heartbreak part 2 🥺 the first part hurt so good
-anon
Ft: Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kageyama Tobio, Suna Rintarou, Sakusa Kiyoomi
Wakatoshi was on a call with his closest friend. They had been talking for over two hours—mostly Tendou, as he was the talkative one. When Tendou innocently asked about your wellbeing, he froze. It was then that he truly realized you were gone and wouldn't be coming back. He was in denial the whole time—waiting for you to come back. His throat closed up, rendering him speechless. Tendou understood his silence and tried his best to console Wakatoshi, though all the latter could think of was your absence and how much it suffocated him.
Tobio's unexpected setter dump helped his team win the match. He was showered with praises and slaps on the back. One of his more playful teammates ruffled his hair and hugged. Tobio instinctively turned his head to search for you in the stands. When he saw that your usual spot was empty, his smile dropped. Where are you? His heart ached. He called you as soon as he reached home, only for his blood to run cold when you addressed him by his last name. "Why didn't you come to my game?" He asked. "Kageyama, we broke up."
Rintarou's heart beat fast when you playfully punched him. He had said something funny and you were laughing your head off. His joy was shortlived as he was painfully reminded that you were not his anymore, as your boyfriend came and hugged you from behind. After your breakup, you had insisted that Rintarou and you remain friends and despite his better judgement, he agreed. And now he's forced to see you happy with someone else. Someone who's not him.
Kiyoomi's finger hovered over the phone screen. He hesitated before he pressed 'cancel'. He couldn't bring himself to delete your pictures. There was no way he could do it. Instead, he wished he had taken more pictures with you. After all, those were the only reminders of you he had left. You were the best thing that happened in his life and Kiyoomi regretted letting you go. He looked at your smiling face in the pictures as a tear escaped his eyes.
Work by: @smolbean12
IS THIS PAYBACK FOR THE MEGUMI THING ZEY BC IT HURTS
always forever
pairing; suna rintarou x f!reader
warnings; angst and a little bit of fluff
wc; 5,2k
notes; finally managed to finish this! this is the first part of a three chapter suna fic, hope you guys like it :’D
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
to the whole population of inarizaki high, you and suna rintarou were the it couple. one look at you two and everyone could see the love so deep visible in your eyes as you both gazed at each other. for him; you were his lifeline, his sunshine. for you; he was a fresh breath of air, your knight in shining armor. you had a bad streak of boyfriends, always giving it your all to get nothing back in return. you thought too much and fell too deeply and that always found a way to bite you back. but not with suna, because with him everything was just so easy.
he understood you, listened to you, gave you your space when you needed it, held you when you were about to break; returned every ounce of love you gave him without any effort because he was just like you, deeply in love. you both don’t know when the sparks started, but one day you both just knew the way you gazed at each other wasn’t a friendly one anymore, rather something that displayed longing.
you came to inarizaki in your second year from nekoma. although you were always told you were a very sociable person, there were always those first-day jitters that made you shy to approach people. you were always scared to come off as too much to people, too loud, too energetic, too passionate. your parents had told you there was nothing wrong with that, it was just that you had too much love to share, you were caring, understanding, and many more as they claimed. you never failed to thank them every time after their speech, it always lifted your mood and erased your worries. pushing aside those thoughts, you had managed to make friends and get used to the environment. the change began one day when one of your new friends (now best friend) akane recommended the photography club to you.
at first, you were hesitant on accepting it since you were in college prep classes and the last thing you wanted was to fall behind on them, but after a week of bugging you, you accepted the offer and it was the choice that changed your life. until that day you didn’t know how much taking photos made you happy. sure you took pictures on your phone from time to time of view that interested you, but never on a serious level. it made you realize your true passion. in the blink of an eye the first
three months of your second year had already passed, and you had managed to secure a good spot in the club which led you to your meeting with suna; when you were assigned to the volleyball club. you were shy at first, entering a room full of tall and very good-looking men who played passionately was a sight for all the girls in the school. with the help of the captain kita, you warmed up to all of them, but you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift to a certain middle blocker whenever you watched their games. you see, suna had caught your eye the second you had entered the gym. not just because of his looks, but because he seemed more detached than others; even though that wasn’t the case at all.
you were curious, about what he hid behind the laid-back personality, so one day you had managed to approach him at the start of practice. the situation at hand was perfect for you, today they were going to have a match by dividing the team in half and you were going to offer to tape his fingers hoping and praying to not stutter while talking.
while everyone was one by one entering the gym you were trying to calm your heart. it was humiliating, you weren’t about to go up and kiss him or something but you were planning on asking him out; which itself was a big move for you. internally saying your last prayers to ease your nerves, you made your way over to suna rintarou.
“hey suna. do you need me to tape your finger?” you offered with the tape in hand. unbeknownst to you, suna was equally as nervous at your offer. the girl he’s been silently crushing on personally asking to tape his fingers? what kind of shojo manga was he in? sending a side glare to the two twins who were wiggling their eyebrows at him he nodded, “yeah thanks.”
you both made your way over to the bench and sat side by side. silently sitting while you started to wrap the tape around his slender fingers. you cleared your throat finally building the courage to ask the question.
“i-um, are you seeing anyone suna?” the question definitely caught him off guard as he choked on the water he was drinking with his free hand. ears turning pink as he tried to find his words, “why-uh, why are you asking?” seeing the usual laid-back and disinterested suna slightly flustered had your own cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
“well...i wanted to ask you if you—you wanted to go out with me one day?” you looked anywhere but his eyes determined to avoid his observant gaze, but what you weren’t aware of was how suna was starting to turn into a tomato at your question, eyes wide and brain short-circuiting unable to find an answer. “i mean if you don’t want to i totally understand-“
“yes.” you lifted your head to look at him, eyes wide cheeks still blushing. “i-uh, i’d like to go out with you too...” he was scratching the back of his head, trying to calm himself down but internally screaming at the fact he scored a date with his crush!
you had a soft smile on your face, “alright then i’ll text you the details later. now go play everyone is staring at us.” you stood up from your seat to get your camera ready, now out of his view with the biggest grin on your face.
unintentionally during the whole game, the lens of your camera always found its way back to suna’s figure.
your first date with him was one you would never forget. you texted him to agree on a time and place but ended up with suna telling you he already had a plan and that you would only need to be free on saturday. the day before the awaited date you were extremely nervous, in no way or shape had you imagined him actually accepting your proposal. because you didn’t know what he had in store for you, it was very hard to decide what you were going to wear, but in the end, you decided on some black baggy jeans and a sleeveless white top that showed off the skin between it and the jeans; a simple look because you had absolutely no idea what to expect from it.
in the end, the date turned out to be driving around and going sightseeing; it was the most fun date you’ve ever been on, and made tons of memories with suna that day. you still had the pictures taken from that day saved on your phone, one even being each other’s lock-screen to you remind you of the day.
from that day on everything was perfect. you went on multiple more dates like the arcade, movies, the luna park and even went to each other’s house and cuddled under the sheets. it was a bliss—to be with suna. he made you feel loved; a kind of love you had never experienced. even in your third year—after dating a full year now—he still managed to give you butterflies when he sneaked behind you to hug you, or when he kissed you so passionately. he never had to do anything grand to impress you, his little actions of care were enough. the good morning/night texts, buying you lunch knowing the days you would forget yours, handing you his hoodies knowing he would never get them back.
and for suna it was the same. you were the only girl that made him feel things he thought he wasn’t capable of. you showed him what it was to be loved unconditionally, to be accepted for who you are, and to be worthy of someone’s time. the moment you joined the team as their official photographer, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was that caught his interest but his best guess was the smiles you gave him, your words of encouragement to the team, and the effort you put in on getting to know them; forming a strong bond. the whole team loved you and it was no surprise why.
the first time suna realized he harbored some kind of feelings for you, he made the stupid mistake of asking osamu for his opinion; again this was the most stupid decision he ever made because since that day they have non-stop annoyed him and teased about it whenever you were near them. and the day you asked him out? they gave him the biggest headache that day but he was too shocked and excited about the date that he couldn’t even bother to stop them. from that day on, suna was sure he was on cloud nine. the feeling of holding your hands, your body snuggled up beside his, the way your lips felt against his—it was all he could ever dream of.
you were even close with his mother and sister. every time you came to visit his home both of the girls would welcome you with open arms. his mother never failed to talk about you, telling him he chose a good girl and how you guys would have adorable children (though he rolled his eyes at this, the thoughts of creating a family with you never left his mind).
his sister would call you onee-chan stealing you from him whenever you came over. gossiping behind his back, playing with toys, and watching princess movies. the fact that you were best friends with his sister always warmed his heart. you were an angel, a blessing from the gods to him. he never wanted to let you go, the thought was agonizing enough. so why did that happen in the end? why did his worst nightmare become a reality? did he have the right to feel bad though? it was his fault in the end, he was the artist of his worst nightmare that turned the painting into a live one–and it all happened one month before graduation.
you didn’t know how to react to the news, it was unexpected. sure you applied there yourself to test the waters, but you never thought you would actually manage to get in. you had managed to get in the school of your dreams—and with a scholarship at that! however, there was one downside to it; it was abroad.
the school of your dreams was on the other side of the world and that would mean leaving everyone and everything you have built here. you hadn’t told your parents yet considering the fact that you just learned of the news yourself after checking your mail. but you knew you had to talk to them, you knew they would be the ones to support your no matter what and guide you to the right decision. so taking a deep breath, you walked downstairs into to living room and faced your parents. “mom, dad, i have some news for both of you...” you played with your fingers behind your back.
“what is is y/n? is everything okay?” your dad asked you, faced turning into a worried expression. “no-no it isn’t bad. i just need your opinions on it.”
“alright. you can tell us anything dear, we’re here to support you no matter what.” your mother smiled at you taking your hand to place you between them to bring you comfort. “...i got into the school of my dreams.”
“what did they say?” akane asked you. you were explaining the events of last night; the news, your reaction, and the conversation you had with your parents. “they were very supportive. since they gave me a scholarship there won’t be a financial problem.” you answered, both of you were eating lunch on one of the benches around the school.
“so what has you so on edge? you got into your dream school, you can go to it! what has you so hesitant y/n?” she reached out to hold your hand, resulting in you looking at in the eyes.
“...it’s rin—“ you sighed, “i know i should tell him but i don’t know if he’ll be alright with long-distance you know? it’s hard. and considering that i’ll be on the other side of the world, visiting each other will be costly. but i also don’t want to force him into this, but i don’t know what to do if it results in a breakup and we drift apart. akane, you know how much i love him. and hearing him talk about how we can move in together after college and always being with each other—” you choked on your own words, tears welling up in your eyes. it was too much to think about. akane hugged you tightly, rubbing your back to calm you down.
she was sad to hear how you felt about the situation at hand. although she loved you and suna together, even going as far as calling you soulmates, she didn’t like the idea of him holding you back. she was the one who helped you realize your true passion, and has been by your side throughout all of it. if you would turn down this offer to stay with suna she would forever hate you both.
“look y/n. you know how much i love you and suna together, and i’m sure you guys are literally meant to be; straight out of a high school romance movie. but still, don’t let the love you have hold you back from reaching your dreams. you are so talented it would be a waste to stay here and if suna doesn’t realize that, then it’s his fault and he’s stupid; like i always thought he was. don’t let a boy decide your future. that’s your choice to make, just don’t let him influence it.” you left her embrace to look at her. god you were so thankful to have a friend like her by your side, you didn’t know what you’d do without her.
“thank you.” you whispered and smiled at her while your mind started on planning how you’d start the conversation with your boyfriend.
you and suna were going out on a date tonight, apparently, he wanted to go stargazing with you so now you were in hir car on your way to the usual park you guys always went to. although you wanted to bask in the moments like this, you knew you had to bring up the topic sooner or later. one more month till your graduation, if you kept on pushing aside the topic things would turn out much much worse than the initial plan.
so when you both reached the spot and got out to place the blanket on the grass with the snacks you brought, you laid down next to him while reaching to hold his hand. “this was a very nice idea rin. who would’ve thought the fox-eyed middle blocker was a romantic person.” you giggled into his neck, the feeling only bringing you comfort for a second until suna opened his mouth to speak.
“im only a romantic for you. just you wait for what’s to come once we graduate. i can’t wait to lay next to each other every night.” he turned to look at you, softly pecking your lips. you gulped, already getting nervous knowing it was now or never. you sat up, straddling his lap which resulted in him sitting up too and placing his hands on your waist. “rin i have to tell you something...” you looked down at your lap.
lifting your chin with his finger he looked into your eyes, “you can tell me anything bunny. what is it?”
“...i plan on studying abroad.” he blinked at you, face supporting a look of confusion, “what—aren’t we going to study together? you know we talked about this.”
“i know we did rin, but i got accepted to the school of my dreams—and with a scholarship at that! it’s the chance of a lifetime and i don’t want to miss it.” you moved off his lap and looked at him. he had an unreadable look in his eyes, but it was obvious to the naked eye that he was taken back by the news and that got you even more nervous. “where—where is this school?” you bit your lip, “the states rin...”
“fuck—y/n that’s so far away! how are we supposed to see each other with that much distance!”
“rin that’s the thing. look im not gonna change my decision, i want to go there. but im giving you an out at this.” you stood up just like he did.
“an out? are you telling me you want to break up?” now he looked vulnerable, eyes showing nothing but a broken boy.
“believe me when i say i don’t want to but if that’s the best choice then so be it. rin im not going to ask you to stay in a long-distance relationship with me—even if i do want to try, i won’t pressure you into it cause i know it will be very hard. and from the reaction you gave me, i don’t think you’re open to the idea of a long-distance relationship anyway.” you sighed.
“why don’t you consider studying here? there are amazing schools here y/n and i can change my destination too. just stay here. please.” he walked closer to you with each word cupping your face with his hands.
“see this is exactly what i don’t want—“ you removed his hands from your face, “i don’t want to stay here. my dream is there rin not here, and do you hear yourself? you’re telling me you’ll throw away your dream school just so i can stay here? i could never accept that.”
“but i don’t want to break up y/n! god, you’re the love of my life! what happened to all those nights we dreamed and planned on staying together and shit!”
“im not going to further discuss this topic rin. my decision is final. now im leaving you with a question. do you want to try long-distance or do you want to break up? i won’t hate you if you choose the latter because i understand the situation. so im giving you a week. please give me your final answer in a week.” with those words you kissed his lips deeply, savoring the taste and the way they felt against yours; hoping it wasn’t the last time, and turned your back to leave.
“y/n! y/n! don’t leave we have to talk about this! y/n!”
that night suna slept in a bed that didn’t belong to him. and woke up with a body that didn’t belong to you.
the next two days were agonizing for you. suna hadn’t talked to you for two days straight since your news and whenever you saw each other in school, his eyes always seemed to avoid yours. that got you even sadder, all you wanted was to be on good terms with him, even if this resulted in your breakup, you would want nothing more but to still be in contact with him. the morning of the third day you had made up your mind; you were going to talk to him no matter what—you couldn’t take the avoiding any longer due to it starting to hurt too much. but no way at all were you expecting your life to crumble in front of your eyes that day.
you had just gotten out of class and were on your way to akane when a girl stopped you halfway. she wasn’t someone you knew personally per se, but you had seen her around the gym with the other fangirls when you came to watch suna’s games. she was one of those really pretty girls. the ones with the blonde hair and the bluest eyes you could ever see a body with the perfect shape; just like out of a magazine cover.
“we need to talk.” without waiting for a reply she pulled you into an empty classroom and locked the door. your eyes widened “wha—what’s going on?” you looked into her eyes, there was a glint you couldn’t exactly place and a feeling started to grow in the pit of your stomach. she smirked, somehow realizing where your mind was going at, “hate to break that pretty relationship of yours, but i thought you should at least hear it from me if you haven’t from your precious rin.”
she pulled out her phone to show you the pictures of a naked suna rintarou asleep on her naked chest. you didn’t want to believe it, but with how you left things and with him avoiding you every time your eyes met—you knew it was true. “why...” you whispered a few tears slipping past your eyes. “i don’t exactly know what pushed him into coming into my arms–but i could only guess it was because he got bored of you.” she looked you up and down. before she could say another word you ran out of the room. you hated looking vulnerable or crying in front of people so you had to be quick in reaching the bathroom. once inside you finally broke down, back leaning against one of the stalls and slipping down to actually take a breath.
did all the moments you spent together mean nothing to him? is one news enough to break the trust and love formed between each other? why couldn’t he just tell you he wanted to break up? was your question and excuse for him to finally break up with you? you had so many questions in your head at the moment but only one thing was final; this meant you finally had your answer from him.
the next days you avoided suna just as much as he, did you. you knew you had to face him and confront him about what he had done but that would only make things much more real. you were afraid of crying in front of him, you wanted to look strong in front of him act as if what he did hadn’t broken you–oh what a lie that was. but the month was about to end and you already sent a mail confirming your attendance at the college last night with your parents, you, of course, told them of the news and they comforted you with their hugs and a family movie night. you were thankful for them.
you had also face-timed akane last night and told her of the events as well, she was very much about to go and beat suna’s ass but you had managed to calm her down by letting her know you guys were bound to break up–at least that’s what you had thought apparently because the way suna pulled you into a classroom just like that girl had done and told you he wanted to try long-distance with you had you paralyzed in your spot. it broke you more now knowing he had no intention of letting you know of the events that occurred the night of your confession.
when you finally managed to find your voice you were sure your voice wasn’t as soft as you planned it to be, “are you serious right now? like–you’re not joking with me right?” he looked at you just as he used to, with love and adoration, but also shock now–probably expecting you to jump into his arms at his words.
“i’m not joking y/n. i thought about i and want to try it; because you’re worth it. you’re the love of my life and im willing to try to make it work if it means we’re together in the end.” he walked closer to you intending on hugging you but was met with you flinching at his touch. you watched as his eyes widened, processing what just happened. “how can you say that rintarou…” angry tears were welling up in your eyes as you stepped away from him wanting to keep the distance.
you couldn’t believe your ears. he had lied to your face, hoping to keep you in the dark. you were hoping he’d confess and ask for your forgiveness (not like you’d forgive him, you knew your worth), but no, he straight up decided to ignore the fact that he cheated.
“rintarou? bunny it’s rin?” you could see him trying to solve the reason for your hostility and you wanted to see him break the same way you did. “it’s funny how you didn’t tell me about you cheating.” you watched his whole facade crumble in front of your eyes, and as much as it pained you, there was no other way to go, “were you hoping to hide that forever and continue your picture-perfect relationship with me?”
“bunny...please just–let’s talk about this alright. it was an accident–”
“accident? accident! suna do you hear yourself? i gave you an out, if it was that hard for you, you could’ve just man up and tell this to my face! but you go and cheat–proceeding to ignore that and tell me you want to stay with me? do you see how stupid this all sounds?”
“and i know it! i-i was really heartbroken that day y/n...and angry at the same time for you to dream with me yet forget about those. but i know that doesn’t excuse my actions–”
“you’re right it doesn’t excuse your actions. because we are over suna–” his eyes widened at this, tears on the verge of trailing down his pretty face, “–i’m breaking up with you because i need someone who wouldn’t betray me like this.”
“no, no, no, no–y/n no, don’t do this, please. i love you okay? weren’t be always forever? Didn’t we promise each other that bunny?” he held your face in his hands, both of your tears now staining your faces and uniforms. but you couldn’t look him in the eye, it all hurt too much. you loved him so much, too much, but again you knew this, it always came to bite you back.
“you broke that suna. you broke us, you broke our promise of always forever. you ruined this, not me.” you pushed his hands off your face as you tried to walk away from him, but all those were of no use; he blocked every attempt to leave.
“please, please, we can fix this. i love you okay? with all my heart, always have and always will. please love!” he held your arms to stop you from moving but your decision was final, no longer was he your knight in shining armor, he was the most pretties the deadliest rose there was. his spikes pierced your heart, you bleeding out. no longer was he your safe space, no longer was he your fresh breath of air.
“it’s over suna. please don’t try to talk with me anymore. i want to graduate without experiencing heartbreak again.” with those last words you left him in the room, alone, heartbroken, just how you had left him that day with your news.
time went by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the day of your graduation. you and akane were walking around saying your last goodbyes to your favorite teachers, friends, faculty members.
you and akane were going to spend the night together at your house and have the last sleepover of the year since your plane was around seven at night tomorrow. you were scared to leave, staying away from your parents had never been a problem to you but on the other side of the country? that was going to be hard yet you promised to face-time them almost every day.
akane was also going abroad but to italy since she always wanted to study design. her talent was beyond what you thought it was in the first place, you were the one who encouraged her to apply there in the first place and now both of you were about to leave your homes. too engrossed in your thoughts you didn’t notice akane nudging your shoulder, and by the time you did, it was too late to realize the group of volleyball players walking your way.
you put on a smile trying to look not bothered and happy. suna on the other hand couldn’t bring himself to smile, not when the love of his life was so close yet so far away from him. all he wanted to do was be in your embrace and be loved by you, yet he knew how selfish it was of him. both atsumu and osamu could see the obvious pain you guys were both in, so could akane.
the twins were devastated when suna told about your break-up but they were equally mad at him for the mistake he had made. “good luck in the states l/n” osamu spoke first, “they won’t know what hit’em” he gave you a genuine smile; one you were grateful for. despite the break-up with suna you were still on good terms with the twins. you were close with them too, and hoped to stay in touch with them.
“thank you samu. that means a lot. i’ll be waiting on those free onigiri’s though, i’ll send you my new address.” you winked resulting in him laughing. “won’t forget to.”
you turned to look at atsumu who was awkwardly standing there, poor boy probably didn’t want to offend his friend by acting close to you. “i just know you’ll be the best setter of the nation tsumu. you were always amazing and you’ll always continue to be amazing.” atsumu’s face grew into a big grin,
“of course im the best! ya better come to my game once i make the olympic team y/n.”
“wouldn’t dare to miss it.” you laughed, eyes now looking at suna, “i’m glad you chose volleyball suna, don’t waste your talent i’m sure you’ll do amazing too.” you didn’t miss the way he flinched at the use of his surname.
“thanks l/n, i’m glad you’re following your passion too.” he gave you a faint smile which you smiled back at.
you were happy you and suna could act decently with each other, glad there weren’t any spiteful feelings between you two. now was the start of a new chapter in your life; one you were ready for. it was finally to pursue your passion and live your life.
you left for home that day with no regrets, ready to start this clean chapter in your life. akane helped you prepare the last things needed for your luggage and demanded on having a harry potter movie marathon with you. with your best friend by your side and your family behind you to support your dreams; you were ready for what was to come.