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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍' 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 suna trying to get you to come home from a party with your homegirls. “But baby, we just broke out the tequilaa!” You whined, leaning and rocking on your feet as rintaro stood in the doorway crossed arms with the keys to his car. “Pretty, as much as i love seeing you in your little pjs and tipsy as hell your decision making is about as good as tsumu’s right now.” He stated, taking the half empty wine glass out of your hand.

“But rinnnyyy! I wanna danceee, ariana is about to come onn!” You pleaded, throwing a slight tantrum. “Princess.” He said softly, taking your hands in his. “Your drunk, and its getting late. And you know how you like having your baths before you go to bed.” He reminded you, seeing the fight in your eyes he decided to add something else to persuade you.

“I’ll pick up some snacks for you on the way back.” You sighed softly, looking back at your friends as ariana Grande came on. “Finee, but one more shot- hey!” You heard a groan before feeling suna pick you up carrying you bridal style, “Nope, time to go home.”

“Aw your leaving? Well don’t forget about next weeks party!”

“Hey suna she’s leaving her phone-!”

“I’ll pick it up next week.”

𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ! {1k follower special}

୨୧— including suna x fem!reader

୨୧— genre: fluff-smut

CONTAINS :: mentions of emotional abuse, hurt!reader, use of princess, doll, and angel, soft suna, fingering (f receiving),praise, sweet aftercare

author's note:: i made this when i was hella tired so dont expect this to be too good sorry!

You had a bad history of dating, suna would always tell you that those guys only wanted you for your looks, which you naively ignored and thought he was just jealous. Oh how wrong you were.

Rin hated seeing you come back heartbroken everytime, having the pick up the broken pieces of your heart and put it back together only for you to find ‘The One’ and start all over again. However one guy in particular treated you quite nicely, like a question even. Suna was of course happy for you, but he couldn’t help but feel the ache in his heart when he couldn’t see you as much as he would like. The thought of you being with another guy making him grit his teeth.

He was scrolling away on his phone late at night, attempting to fall asleep without the aid of your voice over the phone. He was about to give up and take melatonin when he heard a knock on his apart door, “H-hey rin you there?” He jumped at the sound of your wavering voice at his door, rushing to open it. Only to find you teary eyed, hair wet from the rain outside and soaked dress.

“He was with another girl..” You said fighting back tears as you looked to your feet, suna’s heart pained at the sight. Gently pulling you in, he closed the door behind you only to hear your soft cries. Rushing to your side he cupped your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb.“Hey hey, its okay. Look at me.” Your eyes flickered to his, his dark green eyes filled with love and concern for you. “Its going to be okay. Alright doll?” You nodded, missing the touch of his hands once he went into the bathroom to retrieve a towel.

“Since its getting late do you want to spend the night? I have a feeling you ran over here, and theres no way im letting you walk home.” You hummed in response, “I-I’ll stay, im not really in the mood to be alone anyways.” A soft smile tugged at suna’s lips as he rubbed your hair dry, “Yknow you left your dvd over here, we can watch mulan again if you want.” He suggested, tucking an strand of hair behind your ear once he finished.

“Okay, and t-thanks rin.” The middle blockers heart warmed at the nickname, somewhat happy your going back to yourself. “No problem doll.”

୨୧

After a shower you found suna sitting on his bed waiting for you, only to see you in one of his shirts and nothing underneath. Rin knew you just wanted to be comfortable but it was driving him mad, “Hey uhm rin, i know this might be weird to ask but can we cuddle? Please?” You asked softly fiddling with the bottom of his shirt, “You know you never have to ask for that, did that asshole really get to you?”

You sighed as you walked over to him, humming in response tears forming in your eyes once more as suna opened up his arms inviting you for a hug. Not caring about the position you straddled his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. Soft sobs filling the room as you cried into his neck, rubbing soft circles into your back he squeezed you tightly to his chest.

Your cries slowly came to a stop, rins heartbeat calming you down. “Your such a big baby.” He teased, earning a soft giggle from you. “You jerk you say that now?” Rolling your eyes, you then began to realize your straddling his lap. You started to sit up to get off when he stopped you, his hands on your waist securing you in his lap.

“What, don’t like my hugs anymore?” He commented, a small smirk on his lips making you avert your gaze. “N-no its just-” A gasp left your lungs as you felt his cold hands creeping under your shirt, going up your sides. “Tell me angel, who always would treat you to candy and cuddles everytime one of those asses hurt you?”

“Y-you did.” You mumbled, blush rising on your cheeks. A sudden heat forming in between your thighs, “Hm? Speak up angelface.” He teased once more, leaning close to press kisses to your neck. A hand traveling up your back to keep you secure, earning a soft moan from you. “Y-you did!” You felt his hot breath on your neck, his low chuckle tickling your skin as he sucked on your flesh. Running your fingers through his hair you moaned, feeling his mouth travel up your neck and below your ear.

Causing a loud moan to escape your lips once you felt him suck, “Cute, you always were sensitive here. And-” One of his hands slid down in between your legs, rubbing up and down your slit. “Here.” Letting out a soft mewl you gripped his shoulders, “P-please rin..”

His cock strained in his sweats hearing you moan so lewly in his ear, but as much as he wanted to take you right then and there he rather treat you the way you deserve to first. Making your pleasure first priority.

“Please what pretty? Gonna have to tell me what you want.” He stated, his two digits slowly starting to become wet with your slick. “W-want your fingers in me, p-please.” You moaned out, trying to keep your thighs from clamping shut on his fingers. Which rin thought was adorable, “Alright pretty girl, since you asked so nicely.”

Even if the guys you used to date made you cum, you’ve never gotten this kind of treatment. The way rin softly pressed kisses to your inner thighs made you want to hide your fave but smile at the same time, his heavy eye contact didnt help much either. “So pretty like this, your such a pretty little thing.” Pulling you close he spread your thighs wider apart with both hands, breath hitched as he reached your cunt, pushing your thin panties aside to tend to your needy sex

Blowing on your clit you shivered in pleasure, hearing a chuckle from rin you whined. “Please rinny, no more teasing- fuck.” You threw your head back in pleasure feeling two digits slide into your cunt, you always wondered what rins veiny yet pretty fingers would feel like inside you. Having felt them effortlessly curl against your g-spot you now know they are nothing short of perfection.

Rin’s eyes watched you intensely, like a predator watching they’re prey. Your cute whines of pleasure making his cock throb even harder, seeing your arch back was just icing ontop. Suna had always jerked off to the thought of you cumming in front of him, so he was going to make damn sure that you cum the hardest you ever did. Wasting no time he attacked your throbbing clit with his tongue, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of his wet muscle swirling on your clit.

Your legs were about to clamp shut around his head, when you received a slap on you thigh. “Keep them open pretty girl, or I’ll stop. Ok?” Unable to answer you quickly nodded in response, before letting out a silent moan, your mouth forming into an ‘o’ from suna sucking your clit. His fingers seeming to speed up, as he felt you get close. You cunt sucking his fingers in deeper. Your knuckles gripped the sheets tightly as you felt a knot in your stomach unraveling, “R-rin I’m gonna-!”

“I know pretty girl, let go for me. Wanna see you cum on my fingers.” Almost on cue, your legs shook violently as you came your almost sure the neighbors heard suna’s name that night. Rintaro watched as you cunt sucked him impossibly deeper, your cum coating his fingers almost to the base. Taking them out, he sucked it off his fingers while staring directly at you with a smirk on his face. “Sweet as candy, now lets get you a bath.”

As your breath started to regulate you tried to sit up in disagreement, “W-wait what about you-” Hushing you up with a kiss, suna then said,“Tonight was about you doll, we can do that another time.” You gave in, about to lay down when, rins hand went under your back and under your knee’s. “Hey wait what are you doing-?”

“Gonna run you a bath dummy, what did those jerks also not do aftercare?” You went silent as you wrapped your arms around his neck, shaking your head as an answer. “Assholes, hey listen we can watch mulan after okay?” You hummed in response, snuggling your head into the crook of his neck.

“Hey rinny.”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

Rin’s eyes widened at those words, not sure if your still emotional from earlier or if you being genuine. “Its okay, you don’t have to say it back. I just, wanted to say it. You’ve always been there for me even when i was making wrong decisions and-” Your sentence got cut short when you felt suna’s lips ontop of yours. “I love you too, took ya long enough.”

Your eyes flickered to his then you realized, he’s loved you the entire time. Through every relationship, ‘friendship’ he’s the only one who stayed by your side. You smiled, pressing your lips to his softly. "Yeah i guess it did— bathe with me?"

"Sure princess."

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+ smut // ୨୧ . fluff // ಌ

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ಌ Fake dating :: @haikyuuhoo

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ಌ Indecisive :: @hrts4tsumu

ಌ Touchy :: @izurou

ಌ Enemies to lovers :: @vltnoire

ಌ Practice :: @danishima

ಌ untitled drabble :: @kiri-luvbot

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ಌ would you? :: @satorins

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ಌ softie suna :: @sunascupid

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𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔: 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓— FT. HAIKYUU

✾˚featuring :: suna rintaro and kuroo tetsuro

✾˚summary :: having cute and slightly romantic touches w/haikyuu boys

✾˚ description + notes :: gn! reader, just cute touches, kind ooc suna? maybe idk, I've been meaning to make another post for a while now I'm so glad I finally did! I think I'm getting back into my normal posting schedule. Expect more frequent updates soon!

#—𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

thigh touching + multiple cases of slightly flirty eye contact

when you first met suna he was a very relaxed and chill person, who after time spent with him you found out he was low-key flirty and a silly person. So whenever your thighs would touch under the table, you never did move it away because mainly you liked the warmth and you liked messing with him. However seeing that cocky grin of his made you quickly withdraw.

There would also be times when you had a gut feeling that someone was looking at you, and everytime you would look up from your paper, you would be met with a flirtatious suna winking at you. Which you had to admit would make you believe he was actually into you, but then again in the back of your mind you knew with all the options he had in the grade—no in the whole school theres no way he would settle for someone like you. Then again you could swear you saw a glimmer in his eyes whenever he looked your way..must be a trick of light.

#—𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎

fixing your glasses for you

Kuroo wasn't the hot playboy nerd to you, he was the smartass geek who just so happened to be in a hot body. So whenever you saw girls in your class get all worked up seeing the middle blocker do things for you, you couldn't help but just roll your eyes. Noticing this he grinned poking your cheek, "What is it shorty? Mad that i have so many aodring fans?" You flicked his arm as you sucked your teeth, "No, if anything I'm mad because all those girls want you for is your looks and not your personality at all. If im being honest you look average to me." You admitted, blankly.

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"So you don't find me attractive at all?"

"Not at all-" Your words fell deaf on your tounge as you then saw kuroo adjust your glasses for you, coming close to your face in the process to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His expression teasing, while yours just pure shock. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne and his natural scent, did he always smell this good? Your eyes flickered to his hesitantly before he said, "Still think so?"

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❥ — omg thinking abt suna with a sleepy s/o is just too cute, he would laugh at your whining and failed attempts to lazily swat his camera away from your sleepy face. "Sorry doll, you just look so cute when your tired y'know?" He'll say softly before pressing a kiss to the side of your head that was resting on this shoulder.

"Go ahead and take a nap on me pretty girl, I'll just show you the cute photos I took of you later mkay?" You tiredly hit his forearm as you mumbled something, "What was that baby?" "Said I hate you, dummy." He let out a chuckle before taking your hand in his, lifting up to his lips to kiss the back of your hand.

"Yeah yeah I love you too, now get some sleep f'me pretty."

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗 !

✾˚featuring : ( my favs!) r. suna, k. baji x fem!reader

✾˚genre smut & fluff?

cw. fem!bodied reader, mentions of facesitting, cursing

❥ — 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

Very direct, starts being more flirty than usual.

Starts getting handsy, like you two could be cuddling while watching a movie and while your sitting in his lap his hands will slide up your sides. Purposely sending shivers down your spine, smirking when he feels you shiver in his grasp.

Suna will usually be very obvious when he wants you, occasional glances being more flirty, touching your waist and thighs more, randomly pulling you into his hold purposely sliding his knee in between your thighs and kissing you breathless.

If you confront him about it he'll admit that he has been wanting you, and will shortly after tease you about not rejecting his advances and claim you like the attention while backing you into a corner. His eyes staring you down and causing your thighs to unconsciously clamp together.

"What's wrong pretty? Where'd that attitude go, I didn't even have to fuck it out of you this time. But you still want me to don't you?"

❥ —𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄

Becomes more playful and possessive with you.

For example if your getting up from if lap to get snacks or use the bathroom he'll pull you back down, "Why ya getting up princess? Hm?"

After a while he'll start kissing your neck, slowly and softly. He knows what gets the most reaction out of you, and how hot and bothered you can get when he just takes things slow.

A slow smirk will tug at his lips as he sees you giving into him, taking note of this he'll then start to trail his slow kisses down the side of it this time making sure to suck just enough to leave a mark. Starting to loose control of himself as he hears your soft moans and feel you shift in his lap.

Finally to tip you over the edge he'll reach both his hands over your thighs and grip them firmly, before whispering in your ear: "Still wanna leave me doll? Or you wanna do us both a favor and sit on my face with those cute thighs around my neck?"

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all i need —

SYP — “girl ur made for me, cuz ur love is all i need” just scenarios <3

GEN. — fluff, crack

WARN. — gn!reader, not proofread

NOTES — yk i love the grumpy x sunshine and polar opposites troupe so why not incorporate some hints of that into this? might make a pt 2..

at first glance, not many people would expect either of you to pursue each other.

the way you both handle things are different, reactions and such. and when you think of that, there’s only one situation that comes to mind..

throwing your head back slightly, you laugh at one of his lame jokes. hand in hand, both of you turn the corner, still too invested in your conversation to take in the sight in front if you.

he’s the first one to look, halting his movements as he stays rooted to the ground. you, taking note of his tense form, stop to turn to him. cocking an eyebrow, you nudge him on his shoulder and worryingly ask, “babe? you okay?”

his mouth is agape a bit and his eyes are fixated on whats in front of him. seeing as he’s not gonna answer, you follow his line of sight and gasp slightly.

there in front of both of you stood a couple leaning against a wall, making out. you grimaced slightly, noticing their lust for each other through their eager movements. ‘they kiss like fish..,’ you thought, deadpanning.

you felt a tug on your arm, pulling you back.

“c’mon, let’s go before they see us. they might think we enjoy watching them eat each others’ face,” he whispered, hooking an arm around your waist.

you were about to comply but you thought of something way better than just ignoring it. a mischievous smile creeps its way on your face and he grows concerned, not liking that smug look on your face.

unraveling your arms from his, you gasp exaggeratedly, successfully catching the couples attention. they break away from each other reluctantly and flushed, glaring at you.

“i knew you had somebody else!” you screamed, stomping away and wiping away invisible tears from the corners of your eyes. he trails quickly after you, standing beside you as you both hide behind a wall.

“are you kidding me? ugh!” you hear one of them shuffling, probably walking away from the other one.

“wait, baby! i swear, i have no idea who that was!” the other one pleaded, scrambling after his ‘baby’. his thick accent making it all the more funnier.

you leaned forward, clutching your stomach in laughter. he stared at you in slight disbelief before joining in on your giggling.

“what are you doing?”

uh oh, caught in the act.

you turn around, hiding the item behind your back. you grin widely but sheepishly. “what do you mean?” you smile innocently, stuffing the perfume bottle up your shirt.

tilting his head slightly, he raises a brow, skeptical. he walks over to you and hastily snatches the bottle from your hands.

“hey! i wasn’t done with that,” you whined, reaching for it but to no avail. he held it far from your reach, above his head. he tsked.

“i’ll give it back if you tell me what you were doing.”

you sighed, mumbling something so soft it was barely audible. “huh?” he nearly squeaked.

“i wanted to spray my perfume on your clothes so when we go out, people know you’re taken,” you grumbled. “but mostly because people are doing it on tiktok..”

he didn’t stop babying you that whole afternoon. and he posted a tiktok about it. (it went viral)

it was a nice noon. the birds were chirping, the grass seemed greener and your boyfriend was throwing a tantrum.

“i don’t wanna!”

“stop acting like a baby. its not that bad.”

“this isn’t fair.”

“what isn’t fair? you lost the bet, you have to do my dare,” you huff victoriously, smirking slightly.

he sighs, knowing there’s no way of convincing you to let him off. “fine, help me find one.”

“gladly,” you chirped, bouncing on the balls of your feet gently. your eyes scanned around the park before locking on someone. “right there,” you whispered, leaning to him and pointing at the person with your lips.

you shoo him to approach the person. he shakes his head and complies, walking backwards to cast you a pouty look to which you rolled your eyes at.

“excuse me?” he asked, approaching said persons line of sight. she smiled at him, waving, “hello! is there anything i can do for you?”

“i just wanted to tell you that your child is the chosen one,” he replied bluntly, pointing at her swollen stomach.

the woman blinked at him.

“child? i’m not pregnant.” she narrowed her eyes at him.

“oh.”

he ran away, dragging you with him before your knees buckled from your wheezing.

— (bllk) NAGI, SAE, RIN (genshin) DILUC, alhaitham (star rail) DAN HENG, jing yuan, BLADE (haikyuu) SUNA, TSUKI (KNY) GIYU, sanemi (ENCANTO) CARLOS, CAMILO () YOUR FAVES

@mykuro 2023. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

sitting in bed, thinking about suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro.

like the second he’s added into his volleyball groupchat, kita’s writing some long and detailed paragraphs about their new training regimen to practice for their next match.

suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro taps on the notification and just stares for a good 10 seconds before leaving his message on seen and switching his phone off to go nap somewhere.

then the next day rolls around and he’s completely clueless about the new routine and frankly slightly worried about the long earful of a lecture kita’s going to give him.

but when you send him 3 detailed and double-spaced paragraphs ranting about what put you in a bad mood, suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro is suddenly suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro.

suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is immediately replying at the speed of light with his own paragraphs about how baffled he is that all those things happened to you.

and then atsumu does the same thing and suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is back to suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro, reacting to his 8 paragraphs with a thumbs up.

if u tell me someone already thought of this istg. anyways, i love this middle blocker sm i need him to be WHIPPED and giving special treatment 😣 not edited cz its 3:02 am rn..

@xyaehir 2024. This is my content. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated! <3

“Baby, I promise I was kidding.”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Rintaro.”

“‘Rintaro?’ Baby, it was a joke! If I knew it would actually make you upset, I wouldn’t have done it.”

Your eyes are watery and pouty when you look at him, and he blinks down at you expectantly. Then you huff, “of course I’m upset! It’s a sign of disrespect.”

Rintaro groans and squats down in front of you, head moving back and forth to keep his eyes locked on yours as you try to move your own gaze, “baby, I swear, I didn’t mean it, I thought it would make you laugh.”

He never thought hitting your Pompurin plush would have you in such shambles. You’ve been ignoring him all ride with a small grimace on your lips, playing with Pompurin’s arms and tiny feet, sometimes answering questions about what’s on the tag. You’re deadset on ignoring him. It’s destroying him.

With a small sigh, he leans up to try and plant a kiss to your lips, despite the fact that the last thing he’d think you’d want is a kiss. It’s something he knows you adore, though, he hopes you see through your anger to see him.

You do pout out slightly to try and chase his lips, and it fills him with relief.

“It was pretend, baby,” he mumbles, trying to convince you. “I’d never mean to hit him, I was pretending to be mad that he’d take you away from me.”

Well. It was only half pretend.

But you don’t need to know that.

You gently twist pompurin’s ears in your fingers, shrugging and shaking your face from his hands slightly. “You hurt my feelings Rin.”

Once again, he grabs your chin, leaning up to press another kiss to your lips. “I know, baby. I thought it’d be funny.”

“Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m so sorry-“

“Not to me,” you grumble. “To him!” You hold up the new pompurin plush, and Rintaro tucks his lips in his mouth to hide the annoyed sigh that wants to slip out.

Annoyed, albeit still endeared.

Green eyes hyper fixate on the doey eyes of pompurin, smacking his lips and nodding in respect. “I’m sorry, Pompurin. I never should’ve hit you. And I hope you’ll consider forgiving me and taking care of them while I’m at practice.”

In his peripheral, he sees you smile, your fingers shifting to move pompurin’s head to nod.

“Thank you for apologizing,” you say as you lower the new plush animal. “I love you.”

He smirks and leans forward one final time to kiss you, and you giggle in the kiss and toss your arms around his neck.

If he could guarantee you’d always be this affectionate after, he’d playfully smack all your stuffed animals.

“Funky playlist

With Suna”

(Platonic to romantic!)

There you were, in your usual spot of his passenger seat. As you sat down to put on your seatbelt, you heard him snort.

“Might as well get ‘passenger royalty’ as a tattoo with how often you take up that spot.”

It’s not like you couldn’t drive. You very much could, although your confidence in comparison to the volleyball player was no match, which meant in his eyes, you weren’t ready to “handle him.” Whatever the hell that meant.

“Okay, smart guy, does that mean you want to be the passenger princess?”

His grin only widened at your reply. He loved this. He loved you. You weren’t afraid to be a smartass or joke with him.

Something in him, though, made him choose to hold his tongue in reply. Not because he was afraid of anything, but simply because this was a night drive to calm you two. Wouldn’t be too calming if it was full of bickering.

“Alright, alright, weirdo. Put on some music or something.” Looking at you in the corner of his eye, he could see how excited you were as he pulled out of the driveway to your place.

“If you don’t like this playlist, I may actually jump out the window at 50 miles per hour. Or throw you out.”

Beside you, your bestfriend just whistled

“I’d like to see you try to throw me, and on the flip side, I can just throw you in the back with child-locks.”

Even when you doubted if he could really lift you or hold you, he always proved able. The asshole would go as far as to say you were crushing his spine before carrying you with absolute ease.

“Whatever,” you sighed. You just hooked your phone up to the car and prepared the playlist. It was originally your plan to confess through this playlist. But with how teasing he was being, maybe you’d hold off. “What do you think?”

“Geez, it’s only the first song and you’re already asking? It’s like you’ve been waiting for this,” he responded.

You don’t let your act break, yet.

“Perhaps I have, but you’re a lot of effort,” earning a dramatic sigh from him.

He sped up a tiny bit, before going back to the normal speed limit, just to watch you squirm a little in your seat. The asshole.

After couple songs, you guys arrived at your destination. It was a small park with a swing set. Although you weren’t sure how high you could really go, Suna was always trying to see who could get to the top.

You both undid your seatbelts, but he didn’t move from the car. He was waiting for something. You just couldn’t tell what it was.

“Rin, what are you doing?”

“Waiting to see if I’m right.”

“Huh?”

He took a second to reply.

“I like you, and judging by these songs, you like me too. Or I’m being a complete idiot.”

“Maybe you’re correct in both.”

“I can live with that, if it’s with you.”

Happy birthday Suna !!!

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"hey, you look stunning tonight,"

the familiar voice said. you turned to face them, knowing who it was. "suna! it's nice to see you this evening and you look dashing as well!" you said with a grin on your face.

suna thanked you for the compliment as both of you continued to stare at the stars plastered across the sky. "what are you doing outside? thought you were the party type of person," suna said, trying to create a convo. you let a small laugh. "not really, just wanted to enjoy the stars," you replied, eyes not leaving the starry sky.

the boy nodded as he slowly scooted towards you. you faced him with an amused look. "what are you doing, rintarou?" you asked with a giggle escaping your lips. "nothing, just enjoying the stars," he replied, facing towards you. his eyes met yours. you felt your face heat up, making you look away.

he pulled your chin up, making you face him again. his eyes trailed down from yours down to your lips. you gulped, expecting what you always dreamed of would happen.

you watched suna slowly closes his eyes, his face coming near yours. you closed your eyes and brought your face near his. as soon as your lips touched his, you heard explosions going of behind you both. flashing colors decorated the night sky as both of your lips moved in sync.

the kissed last for about another second when both of you were in need of oxygen, thus suna let you go. you were blushing furiously, eyes facing the marble floor. suna grabbed both of your hands and kissed them gently.

"this might be very out of the blue, but ever since we've friends since the end of junior high, I can't help but fall for you. even though you'd make fun of me and all, but I'm still into you. so, would you do the honour and be mine?"

you stared at his face, completely dumbfounded at his confession. "suna, i-" you were cut off by someone. "yeah! go suna!" atsumu yelled from below. you jumped slightly, hiding your flustered face in suna's chest. "dumbass, you were ruining the moment," osamu said, hitting his twin in the head, making atsumu groaned in pain.

"anyways, about your question," you began, suna eyed you, his face was clearly nervous, as he waits anxiously for you to continue.

you took in a deep breath and hit him in the arm playfully. "ow! why did you do that for?" he groaned, rubbing the spot you hit him soothingly. "of course I'll be yours, dummy! I've had a crush of you since last year, you were too oblivious and dumb to notice," you huffed, crossing your arms and playfully looked away.

suna laughed as his lips touch yours again, making butterflies explode in your stomach once again. you kissed him back, fireworks going off behind you both. "this feels like a disney movie," you laughed as you both let go.

"yeah but most importantly, thank you for being my birthday present," he said, giving you one last peck on the lips.

"ı Ɩơ۷ɛ ყơų"  

suna rintarou x fem! reader 

i just wanted to write some fluff but it got bad :( 

cw: badly written fluff, some smut in the end, soft sex, public sex, angst (?), fluff, suna is kinda like the quiet type in here, just two teenagers dealing with their hormones, unedited writing. 

"Hey y/n, he's staring at you again," 

Your blonde friend, Rika, leaned in to whisper into your ear. You took a glance behind your seat. Both of your eyes widened at the sudden eye contact. You quickly turned your face away, praying that he didn't saw your cheeks burning in embarrassment and shyness. 

"Is y/n blushing? Wow, never thought you'd be flustered over something- or someone," a very familiar voice rang from the right side of your seat. You turned to face him and nearly yelped at how close your faces were. You felt your face burning up again. Ugh, how you hate this one cocky bastard. Atsumu smirked at your flustered face. "Staring at Rin-rin again, aren't 'cha?" he asked with a teasing tone, the smirk still not leaving his face. "What?! I wasn't staring, he stared at me first," you stated, crossing your arms. Atsumu laughed at your outburst. He opened his mouth to say something but the bell cut him off. "Y/n, let's go eat outside for today!" two of your female friends came and dragged you away, without giving you any chance to say goodbye to Atsumu. (not that you wanted to anyway lol). 

"So, I heard Suna likes you, y/n," the blonde said, nudging your side playfully. "N-no, you've must be mistaken, plus Yuri likes him, don't you, Yuri-chan?" you asked, trying not to sound nervous. Yuri glances at you from across the table. "The hell- why would I like him, I like his friend, Osamu better," she shrugged as she continued to eat her lunch. "Well, he's not my type," Rika said, stuffing her face with some bun. The two started to talk about who's taste in men is better. You sat there, listening and debating with your two friends. 

Sooner or later, the school period was over. You were packing up your things when you felt a presence standing beside you. The height and the soft smell of his cologne made you tense up. Slowly glancing up to face him, your eyes widened. Ugh, how you hate making eye contact with him.  The both of you stood there, staring into each other's eyes until you cleared your throat, breaking the awkward silence. Suna raised an eyebrow at your action. Your cheeks were tinted with red hues (he can see that y'know) and your hands were fiddling with the hem of your skirt. Were you feeling uncomfortable with him? Probably all of that staring caught her off guard and now she thinks I'm a pervert, he panicked silently. 

"Wanna go back together since we live nearby," he said, rubbing the nape of his neck. Your cheeks continued to burn up, which is definitely not helping you to calm down. Without saying a word, you nodded as an answer. Suna's expression softened but quickly tensed up when you looked up to face him again. You both walked down the stairs in silence- it was a different type of silence now. It was a nice type of silence, the comfortable one. Your heart was still beating fast, you swear that it could burst any moment now if there isn't any way to escape this. "Oh, Y/n! Suna! Can you help carry these back to my table?" a sensei called out. "I'll do it!" you quickly volunteered, leaving Suna's side. The taller boy looked at you, telepathically asking "need a hand?" You smiled and waved him off. "You can go now, Suna. I've got this," you smiled as Suna nodded and walked in the opposite direction. 

As you were carrying the books back to the teacher's lounge, you breathed out a sigh of relief. The rapid heartbeats began to calm down, now thumping at their own normal pace. Your heated cheeks finally cooled down. After placing the books and exiting the office, your heart started to quicken its pace again. There he was, leaning against the lockers, eyes glued to the screen of his phone. Your cheeks started to heat up again as the boy's eyes trailed towards you. "Finally, it took me a year to wait for you," he teased, making you cross your arms. "Well it's not my fault this school has many pathways," you shot him back. Suna stifled a laugh at your remark. With only that made your stomach burst with a thousand butterflies. "Hey, come on now, let's go home," he said, handing out his hand for you to take. 

Your eyes widened at his action. Suna cocked an eyebrow at you. "If you don't want to then fine," he said, bringing his hand back to his side. The hurt tone coming from his voice made your reflexes act up. You quickly grabbed his hand and rushed out of the school grounds. The both of you walked in silence as you reached the station. Suna glanced at your interwinding hands and smirked. "You like me that much, huh?" he asked in a teasing tone. "Wha-," with widened eyes, you swiftly let go of his hand, cheeks burning up in embarrassment.  Suna laughed, gaining attention from some of the people nearby. "Aw, they sure do look cute together! They've gotta be a couple!" a lady gushed to her friend. Upon hearing that, you stomped on Suna's foot, making him yelped in pain. "Shut up," you said, annoyed and embarrassed at what had happened. 

As you both were waiting for the train, the previous lady's voice rang through her head. "They've gotta be a couple!" You lowered your head as your cheeks burned up at the thought of you and Suna being one. Glancing towards the taller boy, you took in his image. He was definitely tall, just the height that you've always wanted for a boy as your boyfriend. His posture is- isn't that bad. His brown hair shining in the sunset evening. His shoulders were broad and you silently bet that he has abs, he's the school's volleyball player after all. His hands, oh my god his hand. They were even bigger than yours. His skin looked so smooth, you didn't realize that you were holding his hand right now. Suna gave you a puzzled look as you quickly let go, bowing many times and saying that you were sorry for being such a weirdo. 

The boy chuckled in response. You were about to stomp on his foot again when he suddenly pulled you closer to his chest, hands placed on your back, trapping you against him, not wanting you to let go. Your cheeks were now heating up at an alarming rate, your heart was as if it was racing in a 100-meter race. He was hugging you. The light smell of his cologne surprisingly calmed your rapid heartbeats and your burning cheeks. You slowly wrapped your arm around his body, hugging him back. A smile plastered across Suna's face. He didn't know how he got himself into this mess actually.

"She's cute," Atsumu said to his group of friends, which Suna is in it too. The brunette glanced at the way his friend mentioned. There she was, y/n, the well-known polite girl of his grade during middle school. You were walking with Rika and Yuri, chatting away. You both locked eyes for a moment when you shot him a smile and walked off with your friends. At that moment, Suna didn't really quite understand why his heart was beating fast. When he explained this to Atsumu, the blonde only said "You have a crush on her! Go on ask her out or something!" he excitedly said. Suna winced at the thought of you turning him down but you wouldn't know if you don't try, right? 

One evening, he walked up to you, but you were occupied with none other than Atsumu. He waited for you to deal with Atsumu when he heard the blonde said: "Will you go out with me?" Suna's stomach dropped. Why would he- "Oh, I'm sorry Atsumu, but I'm busy for the rest of the week," you answered honestly, bowing lightly and walked away. Suna was about to call out to you but you turned into another hall. 

Honestly, he really wanted to confess to you but there was always something bothering the chance for him to do so. Like how you're always surrounded by your friends. You're always in everyone's attention. It's not like Suna can blame you though, you were popular back in the days anyway. But that doesn't stop his feelings from liking you. Now that he's in the same high school- and in the same class, he can finally confess. 

The boy let you go with his hands now cupping your cheeks. His green olive-like eyes stared into your (insert eye color lol) ones. His thumb caressed your cheeks gently wiping away a tear. Wait, what is this feeling, you thought. Suna's eyes darted from yours to your lips. Your heart skipped a beat as he closed his eyes and leaned down towards you. You closed the gap between you and as your lips were on his, everything started to move in slow motion. The sakura flowers moved around in the breeze making the scene as if you were in a movie. Suna bit your lower lip gently, making you slowly opening your mouth for his tongue to explore. 

His left hand moved down under your skirt, gripping your ass ever so gently. You yelped softly, pushing Suna off of you rather harshly. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Suna apologized over and over again. You looked at his flustered face. His eyes were clouded with want and need. And you couldn't help but slowly look down towards his pants. Ah shit, you cursed silently. There was a tent growing in his pants and you couldn't help blush at the dirty thoughts going through your head. "Oh, y-you don't have to worry about this, I'll just handle this myself," Suna laughed it off as the doors off the train opened. Your cheeks burned red again. Suna laughed as he grabbed your hand and entered the train. You frowned at his actions and dragged him out from the train to the nearest bathroom. 

"I'm sorry, y/n, it's just-" he got cut off by your lips smashing into his. Both tongues fighting for dominance. Suna pushed you, your back hitting the nearest wall. A breathy moan left your lips, hands reaching and gripping his hair, deepening the kiss. Finally letting go in need of oxygen, Suna rested his forehead against yours, saliva connecting at both of your mouths. "I can't," he panted, breathing oxygen back into his lungs. Your hand caressed his cheek. "It's okay, I- let me help you,"  you offered in a small voice. The boy's eyes widened. "Eh? No no, it's okay! You don't have to!" it was his turn now to be flustered. 

Never would you thought you'd be in a position like this. Never at all. Skirt hunched up to your stomach, back placed against the bathroom mirror, and Suna's dick deep inside of you. Not to mention that your first time was with your crush and in a public bathroom. If someone found out, you both will be in deep trouble, no shit. "Y/n, 'm gonna cum," the boy panted after multiple times thrusting into your pussy. He pulled out and released his seed onto your thighs, slowly panting for air. He kissed your sweaty forehead, lovingly. 

"I love you," he said and he did. 

"can i call you later?"

the wind bites at your cheeks, but the sting you feel is as much from the smile on your face as it is from the chill.

"dunno," you muse, pursing your lips as though you're contemplating the question deeply. "can you?"

rintarou groans, but the sound isn't half as plaintive as it ought to be. you watch as his head hangs down defeatedly where his frame is folded over the railing that lines the front of the train station, his body pitched forward over the barrier like he's trying to reach you on the other side.

you've been saying goodbye for the past twenty minutes—or, you've been trying to. sort of. maybe. the train you'd planned to catch has already come and gone, and the next is set to soon arrive. one more and it will be the last of the night, but not even knowing that fact seems to be moving you closer towards the door to the station—content to stay here, like this, as the wind of the late fall night nips at your cheeks and the two of you muddle through your goodbye with the inelegance of two people who couldn't be less committed to it if they tried.

rintarou lifts his head to meet your gaze.

"i mean it, though." he says. "can i call you tonight?"

your stomach flips when he looks at you this way. when he keeps looking at you this way.

"we just spent hours together," you remind him, but your words are too breathy to make impact. too elated to be reproachful.

you've been on three dates with rintarou now. you think they're dates anyway, though it's never explicitly been stated. his invitations are always casual, sandwiched in between all the other texts he sends to you these days, so you might be reading into things too closely for your own good. but dinner doesn't just feel like dinner when rintarou has this way of looking at you like you're the only person he's ever laid his eyes on.

"i know," he answers. it's not an explanation, or an excuse, or even an apology. it's plain acceptance. a shamelessness you find wretchedly endearing.

you glance back at the station behind you, biting the inside of your cheek to temper your delight.

"my train is coming," you say.

he looks a bit crestfallen. laughably glum, considering the circumstances.

you drag the heel of your shoe back ever so slightly, not quite a step—at least not in any meaningful way—but inching in the direction of the doors at a glacial pace. continental drift seems positively hasty in comparison to your retreat.

"bye," he calls, his tone dejected. you watch as he lifts his hand weakly, still slumped over the railing, and waves at you with only a few fingers raised.

you want to laugh, but your chest is so full of something else—something syrupy and fluttering and good—that it's like there's no space for it underneath your ribs.

you call back to him just before you step into the station.

"rintarou—"

there are other people around, stepping between and around you both—rushing into the station to escape the cold, or moving briskly as they brace themselves and step out into it—but you hardly notice them when your eyes meet.

you smile.

"—call me later."

he calls you almost every night after that.

even as the cool autumn winds change with the seasons; carrying flakes of snow as winter blankets nagano, warming with the spring, turning heavy with humidity in summer, and then repeating the cycle anew.

even as your reluctant goodbyes turn from late nights outside of train stations to early morning words whispered under blankets as rintarou leaves for practice or away games.

even as the uncertainty of whether or not you're getting your hopes up—of whether those meetings were even really dates at all—melts away into nothing more than a memory.

you're not even sure what the two of you manage to spend so much time talking about on the phone. nothing, really. everything in its own right. rintarou's phone calls are something you come to look forward to at the end of a long day. something you anticipate when you have exciting news to share. a comfort when you're missing him and a relief when you need him most.

"is that the last one?" you ask, turning just in time to see your boyfriend—your live-in boyfriend now, officially—flop back on the sofa after he drops the last moving box atop the stack piled near the balcony door.

"yeah," he wheezes, evidently winded from the exertion—from the exhaustion—of moving house. you laugh a bit to yourself as you shuffle over to the sofa, leaning over the back so you can peer down at him where he lays sprawled against the cushions.

"aren't you a professional athlete?" you tease him. "shouldn't you have better stamina?"

rintarou cocks a brow, something sly swimming behind his gaze.

"i need better stamina?" he drawls. "you're usually complaining about the opposite."

you roll your eyes in the wake of his remark, grabbing a throw pillow from beneath his head and yanking it from under him unceremoniously, only to press it lightly against his face.

you shuffle back towards the kitchen where you'd left the box you were unpacking abandoned. you grab a plate from inside the cardboard and turn to place it on the shelf you'd decided would house your dinnerware.

"it's late," you tell him, reaching for the next plate in the box. "you should go wash up first."

you don't get a reply, and that surprises you. you creep over to the sofa again, only to find rintarou staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"hey," you laugh a little, leaning on your elbows against the back of the couch. "where'd you go?"

rintarou's gaze snaps back to yours. he still looks at you like he did on your first date. like he did outside the train station on your third. he smiles, bit it's a bit sheepish.

"sorry, was just thinking," he answers quietly. he reaches up from where he's lying on his back, brushing his thumb against your cheek. his smile turns a little bit giddy, then. boyishly charming. "can't believe we finally got a place together."

you lean into his touch, huffing a little breath through your nose—halfway to a laugh.

"guess you won't have to call me anymore," you joke, and rintarou's expression changes—falls slightly—but only for a moment. you realize what you've said, or at least think about the implications more, and you sort of understand the shift.

you fell in love through those phone calls.

you'll miss them—the ritual, the familiarity, the comfort—even though you know they've been replaced by something better.

you turn your face, pressing a fleeting kiss to rintarou's palm. "go wash up," you tell him again, heading back towards the kitchen and your (now twice abandoned) box of plates.

he seems to heed your advice this time, peeling himself up off the sofa and shuffling off in the direction of the washroom.

"don't use all the hot water!" you call after his retreating frame, and you hear him reply noncommittally under his breath before the door clicks closed behind him.

you've only got three dishes left to unpack before your box is emptied, but the shelf you'd been organizing doesn't seem to want to accommodate all of your bowls in the way you wanted, so you're left arranging and rearranging them as you try to find a way to get them to fit.

in the back pocket of your jeans, your phone begins to ring. with three plates balanced in one hand, you reach for it with the other—the movement muscle memory now, instinct more than volition, after all this time. you answer the call without even looking at the screen, holding the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you continue juggling the dishes in front of you.

"oop—hello?"

you pause after you answer the call, realizing for the first time that you shouldn't be getting a call at all. not at this time of night. not in this apartment.

the line is quiet, just the sound of breathing that you could recognize anywhere to be heard from the other end of the call.

"why are you calling me?" you ask rintarou, but the words are light. too fond to be reproachful.

you hear rintarou laugh—from the other end of the call and from the other side of the bathroom door.

"just wanted to hear your voice," he answers you (the same way he has a thousand nights before when you've asked him that same question.)

"you're ridiculous," you tell him, completely enamoured.

"i know," he replies.

it's quiet for a moment as the two of you stand on opposite sides of your apartment. on opposite ends of your call.

you shift a stack of bowls a little to the left. it all fits now. just the way you wanted it to.

"y'know, the hot water won't run out as fast if we shower together—"

you hear the bathroom door open, and when you look over your shoulder, rintarou is peeking at you from around the edge of the door—his phone held to his ear, a smile on his face you know is mirrored on your own, and a look in his eye that's never once wavered.

he tilts his head.

"—wanna join me?"

Suna Rintaro

LOVE $ICK // Suna Rintaro X BlackFem!Reader

𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐮

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝

Suna Rintaro

STARLIGHT // Suna Rintaro X Reader

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢 𝐚𝐮

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐎𝐧-𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

Fanfics drabble > SUNA.R x Reader

Genre : Scifi

You walk out of class with Jaelyn and Thalia talking about the new gossip over a girl named Faith fighting a girl earlier this week, when your conversation got interrupted by one of your friends running passt you

“What is he doing here?” Jaelyn asks

Thalia shrugs “Not my business”

You chuckle

Elijah stops running as he passes the corner which the three of you pass and stop to talk to him

“What are you doing here?” You ask holding your math book closer to you

“We’re having a water balloon fight” he explains

“We?” Thalia asks

Elijah nods “Yeah, me, Atsumu, rintaro and few other guys”

Jaelyn frowns “You know boys aren’t allowed here right?” Before he could answer her, a loud splash interrupted and the white wall was now green

“You missed!” He shouts at Atsumu before running away

“Hello ladies” Atsumu quickly greet the three of you as he runs after Elijah

“It’s never a boring day here” You mumble turning around and bump into someone

“Ash shit, Y/n. My bad” Rintaro apologizes

You frown as you saw, a mischievous glint shines in his eyes

Without warning, he swiftly uses you as a shield, effectively blocking himself from any potential water balloon attacks

You let out a startled yelp as you feel the impact of several water balloons hitting your back, while Rintaro remains unscathed

"Rin!" You exclaim, glaring at him

Rintaro chuckles, thoroughly pleased with his impromptu defense tactics

But before you can retaliate, the two familiar figures join the scene

Atsumu and Elijah, both holding armfuls of water balloons, burst onto the scene with matching grins on their faces

Atsumu tosses a water balloon in your direction but misses by a hair as you skillfully dodge it

"Nice move, Rin! Way to use Y/n as a shield!" he shouts

Elijah, on the other hand, throws a water balloon toward Thalia, his aim landing spot-on as she lets out a surprised shriek, Her arm being now the color blue

"You're next!" she declares, quickly retaliating with her own counterattack

Jaelyn, never one to back down, grins at the chaos unfolding around her

he snatches a water balloon from a nearby bucket and launches a perfect throw at Rintaro

It connects with a satisfying splat, soaking him from head to toe

You laugh at him being completely pink

Soon, more students passing by are drawn to the excitement

The water balloon fight becomes an all-out spectacle, with students of all ages and genders joining in the hallway without a care

Laughter echoes, colorful balloons burst, and the sound of joy fills the air

The sound of an authoritative voice cuts through the commotion

Principal Wilson, looking stern and unamused

"Children’s!" he bellows, his voice booming across the hallway

"Stop this instant! You are disrupting the order of the school!"

Everyone freezes, the joyous expressions on their faces quickly fading

The six of you exchange worried glances, realizing that their newfound playground has caught the attention of higher authority.

Principal Wilson marches over to the group, his towering presence sending a wave of unease through the six friends

"You have all clearly violated several rules," he declares, pointing his finger sternly

"Playing with water balloons, causing mayhem, and disrupting the learning environment."

“The last part is false since school is over” Atsumu mumbles

He pauses for a moment "You all have detention!" he declares with an air of finality, his voice leaving no room for argument

“Your comment probably made it worse” Jaelyn mumbles as she start walking

“It was the truth!” The blonde defends himself

With heads held high and their colorful paint still evident, the six of you trudge through the school corridors towards the designated detention room

The weight of the punishment is palpable as you navigate through the bustling hallways, silently hoping that time would pass quickly

However, to their surprise and delight, their spirits are lifted when, after just a few minutes into their detention, the door creaks open, announcing the arrival of your other friends

Aran, Oikawa, and Sakusa step into the room.

Grinning widely, Oikawa announces their fashionably late arrival

"Sorry for the delay, folks. But you can always count on Ms. Anderson to take her sweet time!"

Aran feigns offense, raising an eyebrow playfully

"I wouldn’t say that," he retorts

Time flies by as the group falls into the familiar rhythms, laughing

The once daunting detention room transforms into a space of shared experiences and cherished memories

It's only when the sound of the final bell rings through the school, bringing their detention to a close, that everyone realize how quickly the minutes had passed

[A/N] :this is part of chap 24 :)

Starlight. Pt1 & Pt2

> Starlight

Vamp au!

xblack!reader

poll at the end!

"Hi" you greet the stranger as you sat down on the couch

"Hey" "You're enjoying the party?" "I am, you?" He responds

Frustrated, you let out a sigh "Kinda bumped into my ex a few minutes ago" "how did that go?"

"I avoided him, don't wanna talk to him" You mumble, observing as the stranger sits up "What he do?" He asks

"Cheated on me" You answer "anyway, you wanna leave and make out or something?" You say, leaning your head on your palm and moving closer to him

"I would, but it seems like you're not sober" He notes, you pout "I swear, I'll remember all of this in the morning"

He chuckles, displaying his smile "Sure you will" "You're hot" You blurt out "Like really hot, you're the typa guy I wouldn't mind getting pregnant by"

"That doesn't sound crazy to you?" He chuckles

"No, I am being honest" You shrug, he looks at you, a smile still lingering on his face "I like you, you're funny"

"Thank you, I've heard that a lot" You simply state

"What is she doing?" Your friend asks your best friend, gesturing towards you

"Avoiding her ex" Your best friend replies

"And does she need to talk to him?" he questions further

"Something wrong with that?" She mumbles asks

"He doesn't have good intentions, especially not what Y/n is looking for" He explains

She ponder for a moment before responding "Mhhh, well.. she's an adult. It will be fine, don't tress dude"

"Wait, how old are you?" you ask, curious about his age

"I am twenty-four" he replies

"You look younger, like around my age" You comment

"And your age is?" "I am twenty-one" You tell him "Twenty-two soon, so age is no issue."

He bites his lip, before he can say anything, one of his friends interrupts, calling him over "Yo dude, we're leaving! You're coming?!"

He turns to his friend and nods, then looks back at you "I gotta go, see ya around."

But before you can ask for his number or even his name, he disappears into the crowd, leaving you slightly disappointed but intrigued

perchance could i request kuroo & suna (separate) being jealous & the reader teasing them about it but also making it perfectly clear to everyone that they’re together/reassuring them 😋

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︴kuroo tetsurō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

they’ve been hyping up this new arcade opening up in the city for weeks now. the new establishment sprouting up was the perfect activity to celebrate winter thawing out and transitioning into a much more tolerable and warm spring.

you can’t even count the amount of times kuroo’s been on the phone and you’ve heard his best friend bokuto on the other end of the line (he wasn’t even on speaker most of the time, but you could still make out their entire conversation) as they plotted a date and time to be one of the firsts to go see it.

you didn't mind though–kuroo's told you all about his long-time friend and although you've never met bokuto or their other friend akaashi since they go to a different school than nekoma, you can tell they're people kuroo cares about a lot. whenever he tells you about them, he holds them on such a high pedestal and you always find it so precious. anyone that makes your tetsu happy is a good person in your book, simple as that.

one afternoon when you and kuroo were hanging out at his house–you lying on top of him on the couch as both of you absentmindedly scrolled on your phones–a post about that very same arcade comes up on your feed. this was the first time you've actually seen anything about it, as opposed to just having to hear about it from your boyfriend and his best friend's phone conversations.

"wow tetsu, that arcade you and bokuto have been talking about looks really nice! their claw machines don't look crappy for once, the prizes are so cute!" you fawn, swiping through the different pictures of the post.

immediately, kuroo's voice perks up above your head, "you should come with us!"

you turn to look at him, resting your chin on his chest as his is tucked down to properly get a good look at you. his eyes are wide in excitement at the idea and it makes you chuckle, "no, it's alright tetsu. i don't want to intrude in on your guy time. i know you and kenma haven't seen those guys from fukurodani in a while."

"you wouldn't be intruding," kuroo softly insists as he drops his phone beside him on the couch so he could hug you closer to him with both arms.

"are you sure?"

"yes, i'm sure! i would love for you to meet them, and for them to meet you," despite his usual cool and collected expression, you could practically see sparkles twinkle in his eyes at the thought of the people dearest to him crossing paths for the first time.

you sighed, thinking it over for a moment. they were set on going that upcoming weekend, and if you had to be honest, you had nothing better to do. still grasping your phone, you lightly tap kuroo's nose with your pointer finger affectionately and he reacts by scrunching his face up briefly, "fine, but i want you to ask them right now and make sure it's okay with them."

"there's no reason for them not to be okay with it. they must be eager to meet you, actually. i talk about you to them a lot, yknow?" kuroo chuckles.

"i hope it's all good things," you snide.

you feel one of his hands wrapped around your torso start brushing a thumb back and forth at your side, "no, it's actually about how horrible you are and how you're keeping me captive in this relationship–"

kuroo's roar of a laugh graces your ears as you annoyedly try to push out of his grasp because of his sarcastic claim.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

that weekend you, kuroo, and kenma join the two fukurodani boys at the train station. everyone was bundled up as it was still a bit chilly in tokyo, and the subways were pretty packed as civilians tried their best to avoid walking in the cold as they went about their weekend plans.

the things kuroo has told you about bokuto and akaashi were true, as bokuto engulfed you in a big bear hug as soon as you approached them on the platform, "L/N! the one who stole our dear tetsu's heart! it's so nice to finally meet you!"

his voice was, in fact, as loud as you had heard it on the phone, "right akaashi?"

akaashi was also as calm as kuroo had described, reminding you a whole lot of kenma as he calmly spoke, "it's nice to meet you l/n."

as bokuto finally let you go, you peeked over his shoulder to see kuroo's fond smile as he stood beside kenma and watched you interact with his friends. you flashed him a smile, signaling a silent, 'your friends are so nice!'

the five of you were cramped like sardines on the train on the way to the arcade—you between kuroo and bokuto—as bokuto would show you pictures and funny online videos on his phone.

at first you were nervous, but soon you felt relieved because getting along with kuroo’s friends came much more naturally than you expected. bokuto was a funny guy, you realized. it wasn't hard at all for the ball of energy to get a laugh out of you.

at one point, though, you felt kuroo suddenly grasp a hand around your knee. but it felt sort of tense, not the usual light touch when he does it (because even if he would never openly admit it, he can be a clingy bastard).

your laughter dies down a bit as you look up at him, "everything good?"

he looks down at you and in that moment you can't quite place the look on his face. but he soon averts his focus to the train window behind where the five of you are seated, intently watching the neighborhoods of tokyo whip by, "yeah. yeah everything's good."

'weird. he's acting weird,' you think to yourself before bokuto's pulling on your arm to show you another video of an owl dressed in a shirt and tie, the small phone charms hanging off bokuto's phone case dangling about as the train continues speeding forward.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the second you all make it to the arcade, the group gets lost in the flashing colors and erratic sounds trying to win your attention every corner you turn.

after the weird vibes you were getting from your boyfriend on the train, you decided to stick by his side as the boys played down the aisles of machines and games. (that is, except for when the four took up a dancing machine and versus-ed each other–which was hysterical for you to watch, by the way.)

at one point, the group had split off, and you found yourself with kuroo, watching kenma trying to beat the high core of one of the arcade's games. the second year was getting pretty close to achieving the feat when the two fukurodani boys suddenly round a corner coming your way.

"L/N! can you please film me absolutely demolishing akaashi in this game back over there?" bokuto shouts. by the time he reaches where you're standing, his phone is being waved in your face, "he thinks he can beat me, but he doesn't know i've been playing this one since i was a kid. he doesn't know the secret trick to win!"

you glance over to akaashi and he gives you an apologetic look. you smile reassuringly and say, "sure," as you gently take bokuto's phone so it's no longer in your face.

glancing back at kuroo, you call out, "i'll be right back, tetsu. don't lose kenma, now!"

expecting a laugh, or even just a chuckle, at your little quip like usual, all you're met with is a short grunt. you stay staring at your boyfriend as you start to trail behind bokuto and akaashi, because you start to feel a little twang of hurt in your chest. he doesn’t even look away from the screen of kenma's game as you leave.

as you do the job you were recruited for–holding bokuto’s phone up while him and akaashi argue seated in front of the large arcade game’s screen–you ruminate over what you could've done that day to warrant your boyfriend’s sudden attitude towards you. 

by the time akaashi wins the game, bokuto’s mood suddenly makes a 180 from what you had grown accustomed to since first meeting him at the train station that morning–his shoulders sulking down and borderline unconsolable. you awkwardly let your eyes wander around to the surrounding machines as akaashi tries to talk bokuto off the machine so some kids can have a turn at space invaders, when you spot a prize in a nearby claw machine you just knew had to come on the train ride back home with you.

without thinking, you run back to where you had left kuroo and kenma–who was surprisingly still at it racking up points on the same machine he was on before. you pull at kuroo’s arm, “tetsu, there’s a prize in one of the claw machines over there. can you pretty please win it for me?”

“i’m surprised you didn’t ask bokuto to do it,” kuroo mumbles in response.

bokuto? 

your brows knit together as you throw your boyfriend one of the most confused expressions you could muster–you even catch kenma glancing away from his game for a second to side-eye nekoma’s volleyball team captain.

but then the realization hits you. your boyfriend is jealous.

it all started to line up. you thought it was a good thing you were getting along with one of kuroo's closest friends so well. but getting caught up in how great he thinks his friend is, it seems like kuroo forgot that to you, he was still the one who will always make you laugh the most–the one you will always choose at the end of the day.

your jaw drops in real time as you connect the dots of the day’s events, and you can see the tips of kuroo’s ears start to redden.

“s-stop making that face at me,” he slightly stutters out, resulting in you just exaggerating your expression further to poke some fun at him. as you did so, the charms of bokuto’s phone jangle a bit in your hand, making you realize you had ran off without thinking of giving it back–and it gave you an idea.

if there’s one thing you like more than free claw machine prize from your boyfriend, it’s getting reactions out of him that usually he pulls out of you. so the opportunity to fluster him a bit was always an opportunity you were going to take up.

before he could protest, you take his arm and start pulling him to meet back up with the two fukurodani boys.

“y/n, what are you–?”

“bokuto!” the boy looks up from where he was sadly leaning up against a wall as you approached with his friend and his phone being extended toward him from your hand,  “could you take some pictures of me and tetsu so i can post them? you can send them to tetsu later. it’ll be quick, i promise!” 

“of course!" bokuto takes back his phone and affectionately slaps kuroo on the back, "i don't know why you don't post pictures of you guys more often anyway, dude!”

as you four make your way to the front of the arcade entrance for a small photo-op (picking up kenma on the way because he had successfully secured his high score on the game he was playing, almost double that of the previous leaderboard number one), kuroo whispers to you, “i can’t believe you sometimes, you know?”

you didn't have to be looking at him to hear the grin in his voice, though.

in front of the arcade, bokuto starts going full-on photographer mode as he snaps several couple photos of you and kuroo. (akaashi and kenma have to assist him at times because bokuto’s so into it that the pictures start getting blurry from how much he’s moving around, like how he’s seen professional photographers on the streets of tokyo take their photos.) (bokuto is not a professional photographer, by any means).

"woah! kuroo you look so good in this lighting bro!" the wanna-be photographer excitedly shouts out as he gets into another comically obscure pose to capture another photo.

you can’t keep in your laughter as your boyfriend lets out a huff, "thanks, man."

you plant a quick peck on kuroo’s cheek for a few pictures, and when you pull away you jokingly comment to him, “and here i thought i’d have to be the one worrying about bokuto stealing your affection away from me today.”

“you’re not funny,” he retorts flatly, still looking straight forward into the camera of his friend’s phone, but the shadow of a smile still noticeable on his lips as the arm he has around you tightens gingerly.

and when the five of you sat on the train on your way back from your day at the arcade, a sixth seat was taken up by a certain claw machine prize–it was yours, but least to say you weren't the one who won it.

︴suna rintarō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

a surprise greeted the inarizaki team's little lunch table today: the miya twins clutching two big bags in their arms, filled with food made by the younger in celebration of a recent match's victory.

you watched the admittedly endearing sight from where you and you boyfriend suna sat at the table, his arm draped around your waist keeping you close to his side.

osamu would retrieve one homemade onigiri after the other from the bags, reading the name of which the rice ball was to go to, then scanning around the table as the recipient reached out to eventually have their lunch handed over to them. the faces on each team member's face would light up as they found the onigiris in their hands.

"i wrote the names, everyone!" atsumu proudly flaunted as his brother gave out the food.

"yeah and i had to help ya spell half of 'em," osamu commented, compelling the blonde twin to land a hit on the other's side.

everyone snickered and your boyfriend quickly fumbled with his phone to switch over to the camera app one-handed and discreetly catch the moment that unfolded. in a split second, the altercation quickly evolved into a small tussle between the miya twins, which kita had to calmly put a stop to so osamu could continue handing out food.

one by one, the team members unwrapped their rewards and happily took their bites, followed by various "thank you osamu"'s and "osamu i can't believe how good you make these"'s and many other compliments of the sort. meanwhile, suna and you were in your own little world, where he was playing back what he just recorded and the two of you snickered to yourselves.

"suna?" osamu finally called out, snapping you both back to reality. his name was the last of the team members to be called. you felt your body involuntarily lean over the lunch table a bit as you tried to get a closer look at the rice ball as it went from osamu's to suna's hand.

you weren't part of the team, of course. but they were always welcoming enough to let you sit with them for lunch–you usually politely and quietly accompanying suna on the very edge of the table and enjoying the show of shenanigans the boys ended up getting themselves into from one day's lunch break to the next's.

you had no expectation to get an onigiri yourself, and so in your mind you were already plotting a way to get a share of your boyfriend's. suna knew you all too well that he already had a feeling of what you were going to try attempt.

with a dramatic and exaggerated sigh he turned to you, starting to unwrap the cling film of the taught ball, "here, since you're gonna do it anyway, you can take the first-"

"y/n!" you look up at the sound of osamu's voice to see a rice ball of your own being extended out to you, "ya usually eat with us, so i figured we can't have ya feelin' left out."

after a short moment of surprise–both you and suna stuck in a freeze-frame where he's in the middle of offering his lunch–you eventually reached over and took the onigiri from the grey-haired twin, "thank you so much osamu! you really didn't have to. wow, this looks great!"

"i don't remember writing that one!" you hear atsumu call over from his seat at the table.

"yeah dumbass, because i did," osamu replied, the very audible noise of him smacking the back of his brother's head following shortly after.

"don't call me a dumbass, dumbass!" atsumu shouted back, "c'mon, how are you gonna be more nice to y/n than your own brother?!"

you see suna make a quick side glance at the setter at the comment before leaning in to look at the rice ball in your hands. his gaze repeatedly shifts between yours and his own, still-half-opened onigiri.

"they look the same," he deadpans.

"huh?" you let out through a small chuckle.

"yours and mine, they're the same thing."

you raise an eyebrow at him, "... yes. that's true, rin. i'm pretty sure osamu made them all the same, actually."

you meant your statement to be a lighthearted joike but suna's face remains honed in on your food, as he takes a hold of your wrist and puts the written name tags of your onigiris next to each other, side by side, "yeah that's definitely osamu's handwriting. i guess it's better than atsumu's," he mumbles in some sort of deep thought, "not better than mine though."

still confused at your boyfriend's behaviour, you try to take your hand holding your onigiri away to start eating it, but the grasp his hand has on your wrist prevents you from doing so. you decided to throw him a compliment so he'd let go, "sure rin, i like your handwriting a lot! especially when you write little notes to me in class."

he hums at your attempt and finally lets go, so, after shooting him short questioning look, you start to look for where the wrapping of the onigiri osamu made you ends so you can open it up already. but your movements as you turn the rice ball in your fingertips play out slow, under the relentless gaze suna has on you–for some reason preferring to watch you open up your onigiri instead of finishing to unwrap his.

just as you find the end of the cling film and start pulling on it, suna suddenly speaks, "so you're just gonna eat that?"

you let your hands holding the rice ball fall into your lap, giving him a most genuinely puzzled expression as he's practically glaring at the bundle of inanimate prepared ingredients, "i mean, yeah i'm gonna eat it. it's... it's food?"

suna tilts his head to the side and turns away from you, facing the table with an uncharacteristic scoff, "ok fine.. eat it then, see if i care."

you're taken aback at his sudden attitude. what the hell did you do to make him act up like this?

but then, despite the loud chatter of the rest of his team sitting around the both of you, suna's voice is the only one that echoes in your head: "see if i care."

and it clicks.

ah, he's jealous, isn't he?

you can't stop the fit of laughter forming in your chest at the realization your boyfriend is getting worked up by such a small and definitely friendly gesture by his own best friend. it was adorable, really, seeing him get so possessive over something as simple as a rice ball for lunch.

you couldn't help the small mischievous inkling of a thought as it creeped into your mind. the urge to lightheartedly act on your boyfriend's jealousy to see his reaction was just too tempting!

so you pretend to struggle with unwrapping the rest of your onigiri. exaggerating a huff of your own, you lightly tug on suna's upper arm as he eats his rice ball,

"rin, i can't open it," you whine with a pout, subtly batting your eyelashes up at him as a smile threatens to creep onto your lips and give your little scheme away.

he side-eyes you at first, so you sulk in your seat even more as you tilt your head at him. and just like that, he caves.

he puts on a big act of rolling his eyes as he sets his food down onto the table before taking yours out of your hands. he "reluctantly" opens it, before holding it out toward you, "there, happy?"

but instead of taking the onigiri from his hands, you simply open your mouth at him.

it's suna's turn to give you a puzzled look. you couldn't stop the laugh to come out of you now as he tries jutting the rice ball toward you more, trying to get you to take it from his hand.

but your hand reaches up to tap his wrist, as you open your mouth again and voice a subtle "aaah".

it's then that he gets the gist. you're asking him to feed you.

he scoffs and starts to ramble on, "you're such a child, i can't believe i let myself be seen with you."

he says this as he starts to feed you your onigiri.

suna likes to act all cool and collected but something that's abundantly clear to you, is how eager he is for your attention more than anybody else's. you wonder if he's aware of that himself as he's looks at you with lips slightly parted, focusing on making sure he's not making a mess as he guides the rice ball to your lips to eat more of it. you know he's enjoying this more than you are, more than he probably wishes to let on.

you sit there eating your food with a little happy expression, smiling up at him–a wordless reminder that it's him and only him who makes you the happiest. you catch the faint smile he returns you as his fingers brush a grain of rice away from the corner of your lips.

"EW! you two go get a room!" you suddenly hear atsumu holler from his end of the table, causing everyone to look over at you and suna's little moment together.

"atsumu shut up," suna lazily throws back at atsumu, and you catch your boyfriend's eyes glance over at osamu who was now also looking over at the two of you. at that, suna's fingertips quickly nudge your chin so you'd open your mouth again for another bite of food.

you lightly laugh through a mouthful of onigiri and suna turns to glare at atsumu when the blonde twin shouts, "GROSS!"

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ how many times have i teared up in my car to this song ? that ' s up to YOU 🫵 to decide ! ”

suna rintarō begs you to see an exclusive screening of an upcoming independent film at a small local movie house.

as pretentious as the idea first sounded, you of course oblige because how can you resist your one and only boyfriend? especially when he’s clinging to you and hanging off you as he so sweetly asks, sneaking kisses along the expanse of your neck and shoulder in between points of how, “it’s really about the experience. it’s what the director would have wanted.”

he really wanted to go.

so you go with him when the day comes, but for some reason suna takes longer than usual to get ready so you end up arriving at the movie house when the last of the previews are wrapping up. usually you and him go early to see those, where he says things like, “that looks like ass,” or, “we’re going to see that one, for sure,” and it never fails to make you snicker in your seat beside him.

you’re just a smidge late for all that this time.

“but that’s ok,” you reassure him, “the previews always drag on anyway. plus, you look really nice from getting ready for so long.”

you giggle and give him a quick kiss on his cheek and when you pull back, he looks at you with just the most lovestruck look ever.

“you’re the best, y’know that?” he says, in a tone strangely more lovey-dovey (especially given the fact you’re in public) than usual. it wasn't like you don't compliment him on a regular basis, either.

okayyy…?

“i know,” you quickly joke with a light laugh, trying to dodge the odd feeling that him looking at you like that gives you.

after suna pays for your tickets, he takes you by the hand to pick out some snacks. and in another odd turn of events, he lets you get all the snacks and popcorn you want.

“you’re seriously going to pay for all this?” you raise an eyebrow at him–already attempting to put some back because you were just teasing when you grabbed so many, like you usually do when the two of you see movies together.

the worker behind the counter politely butts in, “a-actually, today there's a special deal where snacks are free!"

"seriously?" you gawk in response. suna nods at the worker with a smile before he gathers all your said snacks and treats and gestures at you to start following him.

weird...

but free snacks? you weren't going to complain.

you two quietly slip into the dark theater and suna must have perfectly remembered the seat numbers on your tickets because he walks right up to a row in the dead center of the room. as he sets your belongings down, you quickly double-check the seats he so-confidently led you to, but he was right about them. you don't recall him glancing at your tickets for more than a second since you bought them, though.

what a good memory he has?

you settle into your seat next to him and start picking at your big tub of popcorn. it looks like you arrived just in time as the last preview is starting up.

the preview colorfully flashes up to a start in a way that imitates old film, as a soft tune starts to ring through the speakers. it's a bunch of artsy close-ups of clothes and belongings shrewd about a hardwood floor, beams of sunlight hitting them gorgeously.

... hey, you own a sweatshirt that looks like that.

and then you see it: it's you up there on the big screen.

captions start to appear as a reel of videos containing you start to play.

[ i thought for the longest time i was perfectly fine on my own ]

a clip of you as you and suna walk to class in inarizaki’s halls, in your old uniform and glancing back at him now and then. your smile is wide and if it weren’t for the music playing over the video, you could almost hear your own laugh at probably some dumb joke suna just told you behind the camera.

[ but for the longest time, i didn't have a fucking clue what "perfect" really meant. ]

your head tucked in your arms with your hood up, sleeping mid-study-session on a college library’s table scattered with open notes and dog-eared textbook pages. your eyes peek out from the material of your hoodie, the glint of a smile reaching what can be seen before you bashfully bury your head further back into your original position.

[ i was an idiot for thinking i did know what "perfect" was. ]

your hands clutching at his pro jersey you’re wearing as you stand in front of the stadium building, thousands of unheard fans on the inside waiting to see him play. undoubtedly when after that clip was recorded, you two went in, and it was still only you he really looked for wearing his jersey in the crowd whenever his team scored a point.

[ because then i met you. ]

all the times when you’ve turned to see his fond eyes peeking above the back of his phone—as he photographs you like a rare and beautiful sight that’s fleeting, one he absolutely needed to snapshot at those exact moments in order to keep for himself forever—got laid out before you.

now you’re seeing them from his point of view, and it captivates you like nothing else.

[ you are perfect. ]

the b-roll of moments you and suna have shared over the years fades out, and the preview's title card shows up in a pretty and elegant font: "will you marry me? (directed by: suna rintarō)"

you don't even realize your jaw is hanging wide open in shock when you turn to face present-day suna next to you, and there he was again, his phone in front of his face. but you catch in the glare of the silver screen you're sat in front of, the eyes that peek over the camera are crinkled up as they look at you with unbridled joy and radiates a love in its purest form.

"rin..." you can barely speak, both because you're touched but also because you're bewildered out of your mind.

with a chuckle he finally lets up on his recording, sticking his phone into his pocket. he stands up and moves in front of you, getting down on one knee. your heart skips a beat.

the lights suddenly turn on in the theater, and your first instinct once your eyes get readjusted to the brightness is to look around–because a room full of theater goers were are being subjected to whatever it is suna has orchestrated here.

but as you look around, the whole ordeal feels even more surreal, because it's all your loved ones filling up the rows of seats. they look back at where you're sitting, smiling and with some of them also recording on their phones now, too.

"so..." suna starts, redirecting your attention back to him. he pulls out a tiny box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a ring that shines divinely in the dim lighting of the room, "will you?"

his delight is evident as he fights back a grin and his face and ears are dusted an adorable shade of pink. you're arguably more delighted than him–over the moon, even–as you utter out your answer...

"yes, i'll marry you."

💬 kuroppiii ─ “ y ' all ever seen that viral video of the guy that reanimated sleeping beauty to propose to his girlfriend ? yeah ”

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"Rin- Rin, you have to wake up!"

Your voice hushed down into a whisper-yell, minding of the baby sleeping in the next room. You know when Rintarou sleeps, there is very little existing in this world that could wake him up, but you really, really need him to open his eyes.

"Rin!" You repeat, chewing on your lip as you try to shake the man awake, "Suna Rintarou, wake up this very sec- oh, good, you're waking up." You let out a relieved sigh as you see a peek of his green gaze from his fluttering open eyes, annoyed glare focusing on you as you grin down at your husband.

"I was so scared you wouldn't wake up." You tell him, hands pushing his brown locks away from his face. When you notice him lean into your touch, face nuzzling into your palm and falling back into a deep slumber, you can't help but let out an airy chuckle.

"No- you can't go back to sleep, Rin!"

"Oh my god," he groans, stressing the last word as Suna finds the covers and pulls them to his head. "Leave me alone, dammit."

"Can't." you laugh, mirth pulling your lips upwards when he once again opens his eyes to send a cross glare at you.

"Why the hell not- what time is it anyway?"

"Because!" You answer, "I can't find lumberjack!"

Ah, lumberjack, your son's favorite toy that he would havoc chaos on all humanity if he doesn't have it with him at all times. He had it with him as he went to sleep, of course, but now you can't find it, and if he wakes up at night only to have it missing, god have mercy on you all.

"Oh my fucking god, woman," Suna finally gives in, letting you pull the warm covers from his body and sit upright, "I swear I'm gonna bite that shitty toys' head off, someday."

"I'll bite your head off if you do that." You tell him, leaning in to give a peck on his lips. "Now help me find this toy."

Suna brings his hand up to his face, rubbing his sleepy eyes as you reach for the light-

"No, don't-" he shouts, but he's too late as you've already clicked the button, "turn on the lights." He finishes his sentence defeatedly.

"What- you were gonna look for it without the lights?" You tease him when he whines with his head in his hands. "Come on, Rin, if we don't find it now, he won't let us sleep the whole night."

For a few seconds, Suna doesn't move from his position, face hidden in his hands, body slouched forward, eyes closed-

"Rintarou!" Your voice chimes in the room as you notice he's falling asleep again, how, you don't know. "Come on, wake up already." You frown, whining as you walk over to your husband slouching on the corner of the bed, sleeping sitting upright.

"You were the one who put him to sleep so- hey!" Your shriek bounces off the walls as two arms wrap around your waist, pulling you so fast your feet loses touch with the ground and you find yourself flush against the bed with Suna hovering over you, face inches away from yours.

"Rin-" You sound breathless, his body pressing over yours slightly, making you gasp as you laugh, "what are you doing?"

He plops over you, head resting right on your chest, his cheek smushed against you as a peaceful smile rests on his lips. "Sleeping," he tells you, "it's almost 3 am, worry about all that later."

"Can't because-"

"Shut up." His hand flies over to your mouth, missing a few tries and accidentally patting your face over. "Talking time over- close your mouth and sleep."

You take a deep breath, his head lolling over your body- you notice he's falling asleep already. "The lights are on," you whine, "at least let me turn it off."

"No. I'm comfortable."

You sigh once again, knowing there's but one thing that would wake him up and that is-

"Oh, no." You mutter as you hear your son's cries coming from the room across yours. You notice your husband's eyes flying open.

-his son.