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DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. . .ᐟ — s. rintaro

—✩ content: established relationship, timeskip! suna, reader is female (she/her pronouns), tooth-rotting fluff.

—✩ author’s note: first post and it’s for none other than suna. its been a while since i write so forgive me if this is rusty heh...

Dating a famous volleyball player means you have to deal with unnecessary fans. Fans who are desperate to do anything to get their attention, even if it means putting themselves in embarrassing situations. You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be in a romantic relationship with Suna Rintarou. You had known one another since high school and you were by his side through thick and thin. 

After graduating from high school and entering the corporate industry, you managed to secure a stable job for yourself. With the combined salaries from both of you, you were living a rather decent life. Currently, you were in the VIP seats as you watched the rather intense match unfolding itself before your very eyes. You tuned out your surroundings, focusing on your lover as he moved across the court with years of experience. 

You dug your nails into the fabric of your high-waisted pants, chewing on your bottom lip as you mentally prayed that they would win the final round. And to no one’s surprise, they won. The entire place was engulfed with outstanding applause and cheering noises, as the audience rose to their feet to clap enthusiastically. You wasted no time in leaving your seat, heading down so you could greet and congratulate your lover. 

You nodded in acknowledgement to the manager, waving at Suna’s teammates as they made way for you to approach the middle-blocker. You could never get enough with how his eyes lit up, how the smile stretched across his face when they landed on your approaching figure. Knowing he was all sweaty, you merely stopped before him and gave him a smile. 

“Well done, Rin. I’m proud of you,” you spoke up, voice crystal clear despite all the commotion occurring in the background. 

The middle blocker’s features softened, eyes now filled with nothing but pure love and adoration. “Thanks, love.” 

“Mm, I always knew you could win,” you teased him, playfully nudging your elbow against his and your action elicited an amused chuckle from him. 

“Of course I-”

“Excuse me, Suna. Is it alright for me to interview you for a short while?” 

A professional female voice interrupted your conversation, rudely cutting in and even went as far as to shove you to the side. You would have fallen flat to the ground if Osamu was not quick enough to catch you. Nodding your thanks to him, you turned to your lover and sniggered at the evident annoyance on his face. You knew how much he disliked being asked to do interviews as according to him, the industry is filled with nothing but nosy people who kept poking their noses into his private life. 

He wanted to reject the woman but a warning glare from his manager made him reluctantly accept it. Not wanting to distract Suna, you moved away from him and mingled amongst his teammates, chatting and laughing with them. You did all of that while remaining blissfully oblivious to how your lover was staring at you, flames of jealousy burning in the depths of his stomach. 

“..na? Um, Suna?” 

“Huh?”

He blinked, snapping back to reality and turned his attention to the interviewer, who had a mild annoyed look on her face but it vanished in a blink of an eye. She plastered a fake and professional smile, pushing the mic closer to his mouth so it could clearly pick up his voice. 

“I was actually asking if you have a girlfriend or not?” 

“...What?” He owlishly blinked his eyes, rather taken aback at the bold and daring move she pulled off in front of the camera. 

“Did you not hear me the first time? I said-”

“No, I heard you loud and clear. I am so glad to answer your question, just give me a minute,” he flashed her a closed-eye smile before heading over to where you were. 

“...then poor Rintarou nearly fell from the- What the!” 

You were in the middle of telling an embarrassing moment about your beloved lover when you were abruptly dragged away from his teammates. Suna turned a deaf ear to your protests and struggles; his strength completely overpower yours. He eventually stopped before the interviewer and without warning, pulled you in for a searing kiss. You went as stiff as a statue, limbs and mind frozen. 

A part of you was well-aware of how he had revealed your relationship to the entire world and another part of you was starting to panic over how his career might be at stake, now that everyone knows about the two of you. The kiss ended as fast as it started. Suna pulled away with a smug look on his face, right hand resting on your waist as he made direct eye contact with the camera. 

“I hope that answers your question. Thanks for the interview, see you never.”