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suna x reader - “unboxing”

genre: fluff

word count: 342

notes: fifth part of the five part christmas special. merry christmas y’all <3

warnings: none

theme: gifts

suna likes to sleep in.

on normal days, he’d find time to rest away from the high energy things of life. but this wasn’t really ‘normal’ per se. the cold weather pulls him into a languid state more so, the comforting presence you give off as you cuddled close him. it seemed to him that the world has stopped, that time had stopped and nothing else mattered except each other. as sappy as that sounds, it was what he felt. to him, nothing could break this moment.

nothing except you, apparently.

you suddenly stood up which almost sent suna into a state of shock. he eyed you amusedly as you stumbled over your words. he would be lying if he said he understood anything from what you said. still, he obliged as you excitedly pulled on his hand.

“where are you taking me? it’s 11:30 in the evening.”

“we’re opening up presents!”

“...we should be sleeping. let’s open those tomorrow.”

“what?” you looked at him puzzled, “don’t you open presents on christmas eve?”

“no? we do that on christmas day.”

a pause.

“well no matter! you’re dating me now so i guess, deal with tradition?”

suna stared at you blankly, as always, “no.”

“come on, boyfie! feel the holiday spirit!”

“did you just call me ‘boyfie’?”

“...what about it?”

“i’m breaking up with you.”

you gasped and slapped his arm but he didn’t even wince, “rude!”

“yes so can we go back to sleep now?”

“sleep is for naughty children! come on! my gift is waiting!”

“weren’t you the one who told me you were a ‘bad bitch’ yesterday?”

“irrelevant, now get your pretty ass over here.

to be honest, he didn’t really want to. the appeal of sleep was stronger than some gifts. but suna was staring at you. you were smiling so brightly, half-screaming incoherent words from your excitement in your bed hair and droopy eyes yet to him, you were beautiful. maybe that had just a little bit more appeal than sleep.

because suna likes spending time with you.

"i don't believe friendship between a boy and a girl exists."

being best friend with suna rintaro for years, you didn't expect to hear those words come out of his mouth while you're sitting on your bed. you were scrolling through tiktoks each on their own phone, and you saw a video with a boy joking about being in the friendzone. you laughed and shoved your phone in his face, expecting him to find it just as funny as you did. but the only reaction you got out of him was a little grin and that sentence. the sentence that left you quite a lot puzzled.

blinking fast, you frowned and looked at him: "wh-what do you mean?"

suna took a deep breath and put his arms behind his neck, getting in a restful position. "well, biologically, we're made to procreate. so when you find someone whom you can bond with, you can't help but think of them as a potential mate."

you still didn't get it. seeing your confused expression, suna breathed loudly again and dropped the scientist-like act he put on. "one of them has got to be in love with the other."

you mantained your baffled expression for a second, then burst out laughing. because he must be kidding, right? suna raised an eyebrow and looked at you with the same face as you. "what are you laughing at?"

"well, i am not in love with you!" you joked back. then your laughter faded, as the words he just said sinked in.

suna was probably hearing the wheels in your mind turn. with excessive nonchalance, and a badly hidden smirk, he checked his phone and just said: "ah, it's gotten pretty late. 'm goin' home."

and with the biggest audacity in the world, he leaned in and planted a kiss on your cheek. then he got out of your room, leaving you with the same position and expression for about five minutes.

Hi can I request suna rintaro moodboard please ?

Dating Suna Rintaro <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : the things I’d do for him 😪

DAY 4: SLOTH: RINTARŌ SUNA

The first warm early sun rays peek through the blinds into your room, waking you up in the process. EJP Raijin had a game of victory last night against the Tachibana Red Falcons, you and Suna celebrated the whole night, drunk kisses and passionate thrusts into you were exchanged last night. The first thing you notice is a heavy arm wrapped tightly around your naked waist. As you try to turn around to face your lover, Suna tightens his grip on you, mumbling something incoherently into your neck. Pressing light kisses along your throat, the Middle Blocker moves his kisses to your awaiting lips. As soon as his soft lips come in contact with yours, Suna lets out a blissful sigh. Keeping your lips locked with each other, the brunette turns, so now you’re sitting on top of him. While having a solid grip on your waist, he eagerly pushes you back to his erection. You’re already wet enough from his intoxicating kisses and he slides into your slick walls very quick. Breaking the sloppy kiss with sinful moans, you both open your eyes and you see your boyfriend’s usual green eyes replaced by a beautiful shade of tropical teal.

Grinning at his eyes’ changed color, Suna smirks back at you, his canines sharpening in the process.

Moving up and down in a quick pattern, you rest your hands on his muscular abdomen, whimpers and deep moans leaving your boyfriend’s mouth.

"I… I know -ahhh- you… you said that you’re the demon of sloth w-when we first -argh- met… but I feel like -ohhh- you’re putting too much work into t-this."

Chuckling darkly, Suna sits up, wrapping one of his arms around your lower back while the other one gathers your hair, pulling on it, making you hiss and he leans closer to your ear.

"That may be true my love but -ah- when it comes to you, I like to show you what I can do. I almost fucked you into oblivion last night. -Shit- now let’s do round four shall we?" He bites into your ear and flips you over, to give you a fucking of a life time.

Rintaro watches Kaiya, and nine times out of ten, he's the most through, loving husband and father you could ever ask for. He’s mindful of what he’s doing with his daughter, but still leaves her a small amount of independence that lets her little six year old mind thrive.

But one out of ten, he crumbles. This time, is the one.

Rintaro’s finally splurged money on this game to play with osamu and akagi, and both of them are finally on, so he happily sets up Kaiya next to him while he plays, giving her coloring books and toys to make do with quietly.

When she gets bored with that, she curls up on Rintaro’s lap, tiny hands playing with his hair and hitting him with pillows.

Then, finally, after too much normal… she speaks.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, angelface?"

"Wanna be like you," she says, climbing off the couch and rocking back and forth on her heels. “Wanna look like you daddy…” Rintaro flashes a smile and turns to her, pausing the game and turning to her, leaning forwards to kiss her tiny nose akin to yours.

“Kaiya, you can be anything you want to be,” he says, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “Mommy and the twins are gonna be home soon, so let’s surprise her, okay?”

“Okay daddy!” She squeals excitedly, her feet toddling back down the hall to the playroom. Rintaro chuckles and shakes his head as he unpauses his game, shooting the enemies and doing a terrible job of censoring when he loses.

He barely processes when you get home, only snapping him out of his zone when you kiss his head and he jumps a foot in the air.

“Hey momma,” he says, pausing his game and stretching. “How was the pediatrician?”

“Look dadda!” Sachiko says, showing him her arm which is covered by a my little pony bandaid.

Rintaro blows his eyes wide, “woah! My brave girl!” He reaches up to pinch her cheek playfully, which she giggles from. “How about you Sachie, you got one?”

“Ripped it off in the car,” you chuckle. “Where’s our other terrors?”

“Akito’s playing his games and Kaiya’s playing dress up,” he answers, flashing you a smile. “She wants to be like me.”

Your brows raise playfully, “oh she does, does she? Wants to be a pain in mommy’s butt?”

“Always,” he says, grinning.

You jostle the twins, “come on, let’s go check on sissy!”

“Otay mumma!”

“Yayyyy!”

Rintaro watches as you walk away with the tiny humans, shaking his head and turning back to his game with a smile, satisfied in his fatherly duties and he can’t wait to take pictures with his little mini-me, dressed in his clothes and-

“KAIYAAAA NAAAAAOOOO!”

You scream. Rin’s heart stops.

Immediately, your shriek rocks the house, making Rintaro absolutely leap off the couch, not even bothering to pause his game and making a dash up the stairs to meet you.

He sees the bathroom door open, his tiny twins watching in awe on the floor now while your hands cover your mouth in horror, and akito laughing into his fist having also been roused from his video games. At least he found this amusing.

When Rintaro pokes his head around the corner to see the action, his jaw slacks as his beautiful six year old, his tiny little mini-me and smart little stink-

Has officially cut her hair.

Short.

Just like his.

“Kaiya!” He begins, more in shock than a scold, “what did you do!”

“Wanna look like you daddy!” She cheers happily.

“THATS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT YOU MEANT!”

The two twins waddle into the room to play with the fallen hair from Kaiya’s head, gathering wads of it and trying to pass it to you.

Akito lays a hand on your shoulder, “Ma? You okay?”

Rintaro rubs a hand along your back, “babe…?”

“I leave you… with her… for FIVE. MINUTES!” You scream, and thankfully, it’s met with laughter from the three littlest children in the room. “What-! I don’t even-! When did-! RINTARO-“

“Hey hey, it’s alright!” He says easily, pulling you in for a hug, “it’s just hair baby, it’ll grow back!”

“SHE COULDVE GOTTEN HURT!”

“But she didn’t-“

“Don’t even start defending, Rintaro,” you snarl, and with fury you walk over to Kaiya and scoop her into your arms to inspect her.

Akito claps a hand on Rintaro’s back with a fresh, “good luck,” before turning on his heel to leave the bathroom and let his father be scolded. Rintaro sighs and moves to pick up the twins in his arms, watching you like a scolded child as you check her for injuries.

“I really didn’t know,” he says softly, planting a kiss to Sachie’s hair. “I just thought… she’d play dress up or something. Wear my jersey or something.”

You sigh and fist your hands tightly, “it’s got nothing to do with the actual hair cut, Rin,” you explain. “And you know I don’t care about leaving her for a bit to play video games. But she could’ve gotten so hurt! Where’d she even get scissors!”

Your teeth are gritted together roughly, so tight he wanted to massage your jaw to make it better.

But he’s positive if he touched you, you’d bite him.

“We were doing arts and crafts,” he answers quietly.

You take a deep inhale in through your nose, then slowly release it from your mouth, “come on Kaiya. Show mommy your crafts.” You bounce her slightly with a smile, “daddy’s gotta go stand in time out until he’s 40!”

She giggles while you two leave, leaving him with the twins playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Mumma mad?” Sachie asks.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles.

“Dadda bad?” Sachiko asks.

Once again, he chuckles and plants a kiss to their heads, making them giggle and plop wet kisses on his cheeks, “ohhh yeah…

“He sure is, girls.”

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“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.

tell me where you are, honey

So, I should tell you that that this is not my fiction, its heavily based on real life. If you want to check it out, the mentioned band is a Turkish band called 'Duman'.

Genre and warnings: hey guys? This is pure angst. Just angst. Heavy heavy angst. First of all, major character death (not Suna), tw: mentions of suicide, tw: mentions of death, tw: mentions of depression and anxiety, mentions of alcohol, if there's anything else please tell me!

Suna closes his eyes as he sings the words, trying to forget the uneasy feeling stirring in his chest. 

He feels the sweat drip from the sides of his face, making him glisten under the blueish lights of the bar. 

A chilly wind makes his overheated body shiver. Your face comes before his eyes, and Suna can't help the bitter smile finding its way on his lips. He stopped taking song requests a long time ago, so instead, he leans to the mic and asks how's the night going with a broken but charming smile that makes the crowd excited.

It has been a while. Suna shouldn't feel a lump in his throat, a stinging in his eyes. But he does. He can't help it when a fan calls out to him, asking for the song. 

Reminding the rest of his fans of the song, they start chanting the name of it like it's a prayer, holding a rhythm and hoping for him to sing it.

The song he hasn't sang in a long, long time.

The choking feeling is instant, the heaviness pressuring his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe in the foggy room. Atsumu interjects, telling the fans to cut it out, that they are well aware Suna won't, can't sing it.

Osamu sends a glimpse at the lead singer's direction, not surprised to see his fox-like, almost lifeless-looking eyes already damp. Suna runs a hand through his hair frustratedly, Osamu can't tell what he's thinking, but it appears hard on him. 

Atsumu cocks his head when Suna backs away from the mic. "It's okay," he grits his teeth, he looks like he's in pain. "I think- I think I can sing it this once."

The truth is, Suna missed you this song. Suna missed the song he knew that you loved so much. So he sends a smile to the crowd, picking the mic and biting his lip. It was a song he promised he would never sing again, never again after that last time.

But here he is, hoping you could hear it.

"Darling, you are my honey," Suna sings, and it comes out as choked and strained, but the fans are just surprised he actually did sing it.

It's the first familiar chords that cause him to choke on his breath. Suna's already crying, and if the fans looked closely, they could see the others are, too.

Suna's mind wanders off to the last time he sang the song, the last time he spoke those words. 

It's the first big concert his band was going to do. Suna had been trying to make it happen for months now, and if it went well, it would be a big turn point in their careers. 

"Can't you- can't you come a little earlier today?"

"Rin, where are you?" He heard you say from the other side of the line, making him sigh in annoyance. "I've been texting you all day!" Suna pinched the bridge of his nose. He was already aware you were texting him every five fucking minutes, and that was the very reason he hadn't opened one of them. "I'll be home in a few hours." He grumbled, almost inaudible, but you managed to hear him.

He didn't think much about the few seconds of silence that followed his answer.

Your voice was a mere whisper, and you sounded so sad, almost desperate, and Suna closed his eyes. "We have a fucking concert today. We're doing the last cheks." He sighed when you stay silent. "I'll try to come a little earlier."

"Okay, I love you, Rin." He heard you smile, and it made the weight on his chest feel a little lighter. "Love ya too, honey."

Honey. 

It wasn't a word anyone would expect Suna to speak, but it was what he always called you. He always said it with so much emotion, so much thought and love, and it never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

"You taste like honey." He once told you when you asked him, leaning in with a smile and stealing a kiss.

It was your favorite song.

"My soul is already addicted to your taste," Suna sighs the words. The fans are surprisingly silent, watching their favorite singer shake with wtiholded sobs at the lyrics and the love he lost. It's obvious he's out of it, lost in the memories, holding the mic so tight that his knuckles turn white. 

Your love story was one of the most famous ones at the time, more than Suna himself, and was known by almost everyone.

But lately, you had started to feel like it was dying. 

It wasn't, of course. Suna loved you more than he did anything else, and you loved him more than life itself. It wasn't anything in particular that made you feel that way, too. Many little things combined, the depression you were falling into, the stress he was under, the more than often fights happening lately.

Your relationship wasn't the best lately, that, you admitted. Suna was rarely at home. You only saw him a few minutes each day, and that if you were lucky. Even when he was at home, all you ever did was to fight. Not even about anything worth fighting, but they always caused broken hearts on both sides. 

Despite all the stress building over him, Suna was trying to make it better, too. Making compromises of himself, agreeing with you in fights despite your nonsense arguments, not saying anything about you blowing up on the smallest things. 

"Where are you...love..." He cries. He should've thought more, cared more. Suna was guilty of not thinking why you were acting like this instead of how to stop it. He was busy with the upcoming concerts, their band was about to turn the corner, but that couldn't be an excuse.

Suna had gone home after his band practice that day. The apartment was dark, so silent, it scared him until he opened the lights and found you lying on the couch. 

You weren't sleeping, he thought it was because you wanted to see him, but it was because of the anxious thoughts roaming in your mind. Suna should've seen the trembling of your hands, how cold you felt, how limp and numb you seemed. 

"You stink." Those were the first words you told him, your face souring when you took note of the alcohol and cigarettes clinging on him like a second skin. "Did you drink?" You sounded suspicious.

"No, I already told you we were practicing."

"Then why do you smell like this?" Suna gritted his teeth when yiur voice raised, resembling a shout.

"Because we work at a fucking bar? You know all this, why the fuck are you acting like this?" Suna sneered, it was only for a second he had lost control, but it was enough for your face to contort with hurt. 

You felt guilty when he sighed, seemingly admitting defeat. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? But I'm already stressed enough for the concert, and I can't deal with this shit right now." You watched your boyfriend run his fingers through his hair, his words hurting you more than they should. You were acting nonsensible, you knew, but you couldn't stop.

"This shit? You mean me?" Your voice was now a little higher, making him flinch. "Y/N, for fucks sake! You know I didn't mean that!"

"Tell me where are you, honey,"  There were things you were dealing with, shit he didn't know, you hadn't told. He couldn't have known, he couldn't have known, but he should've. If he had, Suna would never have told you all those that day. He wouldn't have made you cry, sob in the room, dark and by yourself. 

He would've stayed with you, told you he was there, that he loved you, everything would be fine. Honey, he would call you. But he hadn't. Instead, he chose to act selfishly.

"Stop being so fucking pushy." He had told you when you asked where they practiced, who else was there but the Miya's, who was that girl you saw in a picture with him, which was taken months ago, why were they standing so close? It was an argument you had gone over five times already, he had told you it was Atsumu's friend and nothing else, but you kept bringing it up.

"Just give me some space, goddammit! You're suffocating me!" Suna shouted. It was rare to see Suna raise his voice, and it made you freeze in your place. You looked in his slitted eyes, only seeing hate, disgust swimming in those greens. 

You didn't say it, but Suna noticed something was wrong, and you were crying too hard, so hard he feared you were going to pass out. "Hey, hey- I'm sorry." He muttered, acting quickly to wrap his arms around your shaking body like he was the only thing holding you together.

You were wrong, and all Suna was feeling was distress, and he could never look at you with anything but love, but your anxiety told you otherwise.

Do you hate me? The question is on the tip of your tongue. It feels like everyone, everything hates you lately, hell, you yourself do, too. You only need an answer, yes or no, since you can't tell by the foggy depression blurring your thoughts.

Do you? Do you hate me? Please don't hate me, I'm sorry, please don't look at me like that.

(he was)

It felt like hours as you cried between his arms, and Suna pressed an occasional kiss to your hair. Neither of you talked, the heaviness of the fight still lingering in the air, and Suna decided to talk about it after the concert. So you just stood there between each other's arms. Maybe you would've told him you felt broken, and you couldn't take it anymore, you didn't-

It was on the tip of your tongue as he pulled back from you, pressing one last kiss on your hair. "I have to go, honey." He told you, checking the time on his phone. "I'm going to be late for the concert."

Suna didn't notice how you flinched when he pulled back, how tears gathered in your eyes, how you couldn't look him in the eyes. "Okay." He heard you whisper. Watching you smile at him, he smiled back when you leaned in to press a kiss on his lips. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed your body closer to him, surprising and making him chuckle. It was a kiss that screamed goodbye, but he was too nervous to notice. 

"A good luck kiss, I presume?" He laughed when you pulled back. "I'll see you there, yeah? Let's talk about this after."

"You are with me from now on, honey," Suna should've noticed your lack of response. If he had, maybe he wouldn't be sobbing on the stage now. He feels Atsumu pat his back, Suna's holding on his mic like it's the one thing holding him alive, sobs breaking his words, making him shake.

His fans watch him as he wipes the tears off his face with the back of his hand, the rings adorning his fingers sparkling under the dim light. 

"Tell me where you are, honey,

All the members are crying, not just him. They all loved you, and you were a part of their lives, such a lively, kind person. At the very least, you had managed to tie Suna down.

Its impossible not to cry as people who had heard his cries echoing out of your apartment that night.

You are with me from now on, honey," 

Something was different with Suna's performance that day, and all the others had noticed it. The tired-looking and feeling boy was pumped up that day. He sounded energetic, and Suna gave the best performance he ever had before.

It was all for you, Suna thought. He was singing just for you that day, something he hadn't done in a while. Picking all the songs he ever wrote for you, the ones you liked, just for you, hoping you would feel a little less angry when the concert ended. 

He was smiling the whole time he was singing, but his smile was dropping each time he gazed at the crowd and couldn't find your face, smiling back at him. Were you sitting in the back? Were you that angry with him?

The night proceeded, and the whole band knew it was a success. 

A few songs time left, Suna was frowning since he still couldn't have spotted you. There was no way you hadn't come, but you might have been hiding still. 

Deciding to pull out the big guns, Suna gave the sign to Osamu. They could tell what he had in mind, and Suna smiled with the first hearing of chords. He sang it, sang with a bitter smile, looking at the crowd to finally spot you. 

"You are my soul from now on,

You are my only part that remains alive," 

The concert came to a halt. You weren't in the crowd, and Suna was already in the middle of the song. "Suna- Suna, stop!" Osamu and Atsumu stopped playing, Suna sang the last word alone.

"What the-" He was about to shout at them for making him stop so abruptly, but the terrified look on Osamu's face made him stop. All the blood had left both their faces, and both the twins were shaking, but why were they crying?

It was hard to tell him what happened, and it might've been a mistake, too. 

Wrong time. 

You can't tell a man the love of his life died, she took her own life, right in the middle of the song dedicated just to her.  

What happened after that was a blur. 

Atsumu and Osamu tried to stop Suna from rushing back to the apartment, but he was quick. Suna had no idea how he drove back home, but he was standing in front of the door of your apartment, knocking on the door like a madman, praying you would open it for him. he would see your smiling face, greeting him, or maybe angry with him, crying, screaming- whatever. All he wanted to do was to- to-

He was punching, kicking the door, shouting and crying, crying and crying, and as more seconds that pass, Suna thought he could go crazy. 

It's a miracle when the door opened, and for a split second, Suna thought it was a lie, a cruel joke, a misunderstanding. You were here, you opened the door for him-

It wasn't you. 

You weren't the one who opened the door, but your sister. Her face was damp with tears, and Suna's eyes locked on the figure that stood behind her. 

It was the hardest thing to try and make Suna let go of you, try and calm him, stop him from pulling you back to between his arms, and never let go. 

Osamu arrived right after him. 

He arrived at a scene he would never be able to forget.

His best friend was on the floor, your body limp between his arms. Osamu couldn't hold back his cries when he heard Suna's loud cries, begging and begging for you to wake up, holding your hand, trying to warm you, he was shouting, the pain so raw in his voice, people around him feel tears pricking in their eyes.

"Please, honey, please-" He sobbed brokenly, his body was shaking like a leaf.

He sat there, sobbing in his hands, his agonizing screams audible even from the outside, sending chills down everyone nearby. They think they never in their lives heard pure pain like this in someone's voice.

Osamu and Atsumu were crying with Suna as he finally let you go. He couldn't watch as they took you away, out of the room. 

But they don't hear him crying out your name, instead, it's a sweet pet name they hear. It makes the twins shake with more cries.

honey honey honey

He figured too late, how you were battling with severe depression, how your personal life was a mess, how you needed him to be there for you. He was too late. 

Suna hadn't left the apartment for 15 days straight after that day. He didn't want to speak or see anyone, barely ate and drank. 

He refused to see his family, the twins visiting him.

No one knew what happened in those 15 days, but when he came back out, they could tell by a look he had changed. Not only physically (even though he looked like he was starving and sick), but also mentally.

It was his fault. If he had been more attentive, more at home to see you, ask you if anything was wrong, "honey, are you okay?" maybe it would've been fine. It was his fault.

Even after he left the apartment, even after he started smiling, it was evident Suna was never the same. How could he be? He had lost a part of him, no, he had lost all of him. And all that left was the shell that merely resembled him. 

Suna had tried to sing it more than he could count, but the moment he heard the first chord, he broke down crying. This was the one day he succeeded, and even though it was barely audible, it sounded like agonizing cries instead, he was singing it. 

For you. 

Can you hear me, honey?

honey, honey, honey.

a/n: I just love Suna so much *screams*

honorable mentions: crackfic-like? The handsome-stranger-you-meet-at-the-airport au, swearing, 1.2k

It's a night flight.

Suna always preferred night flights, anyway.

Suna doesn't like flying. Sitting in a cramped seat for hours can't be anyone's favorite hobby, but he hates flying with a passion. For starters- it's unhygienic. The air has a strange smell to itself, as well, and it never fails to give him goosebumps and an urge to stop inhaling altogether.

He hates the tasteless coffee they serve, and the little packets of nuts remind him of the day he had discovered his nut allergy in a flight like this. The leather seats making him feel sticky with sweat, but the air conditioning brings him on the brink of hypothermia.

If there was an injection of sorts he could take that would put him in a coma during the flight, Suna wouldn't think twice before taking it, and based on all this, it's fair to say he can get a little cranky in airports.

As someone with not too much energy to spare, airports are exhausting for him. He already doesn't like running, but Kita is a little too punctual to let him rest or buy a coffee from Starbucks. The twins' fighting about something new every other minute never already driving him mad, but being surrounded by overly stressed people doesn't help, either.

"I will jump out of the window if I have to sit next to Atsumu on the flight." Suna had told the captain months before, the exact moment he had heard he would have to fly with the team.

That was the very reason the middle blockers seat was all the way in the back, located next to the window and a stranger. Suna can't be happier- all he wants is some peace and quiet, anyway, to wear his sleep mask and headphones and cut ties with reality as much as he can.

"You good there?" Suna barely hears Atsumu's irritating voice through his headphones, lips curling in annoyedly as he turns to the boy to send a glare- but to his surprise, the fake blond isn't looking at Suna.

"Oh, I- ah fuck- yeah!" He hears a voice, and it takes him a second to notice you who stands before the seats, arms reaching up for the overhead cabins and successfully blocking Suna from his seat. You must be the stranger he'll have to spend the next eight hours with, he supposes.

The tired gaze looks you up and down, you who is fighting a bag half your size- shouldn't that be under the plane?- and trying to push it into the overhead cabins. It's apparent you're struggling, arms shaking with the heaviness of the bag, biting your lip to muffle the sounds of your wrestling.

Despite your words, anyone who has eyes could tell you are, in fact, not fine.

In desperate need of a pair of longer arms, you peek at the tall brunette standing next to you; he's huge, broad shoulders and a height that makes you wonder if he hit his head on the way here. He looks familiar- if you weren't in as much of a pinch- you might've let out an audible gasp when you realized why he looked so familiar.

He's the stranger you'd seen earlier that day, standing in the line across of you, looking tired and black-painted nails scrolling down his phone. The all-black fit he has only adds to the mysterious aura surrounding him, arms slumped forward nonchalantly. You remember thinking if you'd ever see him or anyone as handsome ever again, making scenarios in your mind as to what kind of a man he is. You never thought you'd ever meet him again, though.

Suna notices the silent cry of help you have in your eyes, even when you avert your gaze away from him and mask your desperation- but he's no fool, he can tell when someone lookshim with an open need of help.

Well.

Suna admits he's no saint, either.

He can help you out, and you both can sit your seats, but he doesn't really care, nor has the energy to help you. All he wants to do is to sit down already -even though it would suffice if he just pushed the bag with his fingertips, but Atsumu beside you smiling at you does look a little more eager to help than he does, anyway. There you go, a prince charming ready to help.

Suna seems unfazed by the glare you send his way -any scenario you've created falling in disappointment, too, really? He wouldn't even offer to help?- as he bends in half to slip through the triangle-shaped gap you've created with your arms, slipping underneath them to get to his seat and-

A shriek outs your lips as you watch the bright blue bag slide from your fingertips, it's almost like slow motion, watching the object fall right on top of the boys' head.

"Ah! What the-" Suna groans in pain right after hearing a loud thump caused by the crash of the luggage and his skull. "What the fuck?"

Fox-like eyes are quick to find you, going between your panic-stricken and slightly amused face and the bag resting before your feet. "I-I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, but your strained voice sounds more like you're holding back a laugh instead of guilty.

Well. Karma is a bitch.

"Here, let me help." Atsumu offers maybe a little too late as he lifts your bag off the ground -Atsumu hopes he managed to hide how much he struggled, too. Honestly? What do you have in there?- and places it in the cupboard. "Thank you." You at least have the decency to look grateful at the blonde, giving him a pretty smile. "I'm so sorry," you repeat, turning your focus back to the brunette, who is rubbing his head in pain. "It just slipped out of my hand!"

To your dismay, Suna doesn't even spare you a glance as he mutters a "Whatever." Frowning and finally plopping himself down on his seat.

You narrow your eyes but stay silent as you do the same, too, settling in the seat, accidentally elbowing him one too many times as you try to get your damn jacket off.

You can feel his dissatisfied glare as the flight attendant brings the man sitting beside you a packet of ice, and you ignore the "tch!" sound he makes as he places the ice on the crown of his head.

"Bye, Suna!" The blonde you've seen earlier waves a goodbye at the stranger sitting next to you- Suna, you think, a pretty name for a man as cross as him.

"Are you okay?" You mutter under your breath, raising your gaze to take a better look at him. His face contorted in pain- he's the type of handsome you only get to meet in an airport. It's unfair how good-looking the man is, his shapely lip rolled between his teeth, deep-brown locks tousled and messy, and he has the prettiest eyes you've ever seen in your life.

Suna doesn't answer your question, but he makes it clear he's heard you with a scoff, eyes rolling in annoyance, averting his gaze to his phone. It makes you feel angry- being ignored as if you're a six-year-old kid.

"I'm not sorry, actually. You had it coming." You huff pettily, lips pursing when he keeps his silence.

"Okay, I'm a little sorry." You mutter after a few awkwardly silent seconds, suddenly feeling guilty. You did drop a heavy ass bag on his head, after all. "But not much."

You turn your eyes away from him when he sighs, annoyance evident in the sound. "And?" He hums, voice monotone and deep. "Which answer I give will make you stop talking to me?"

Suna knows that was unnecessary as hurt and embarrassment flash across your face- he notices that's the first time he even looked at you that night. Well, he can get unreasonable at airports, he agrees.

"That was rude." Suna comments after a few awkward seconds.

"It was." You agree. "But I was rude, as well."

"You kind of were."

To his answer, you can't hold back a lighthearted chuckle, the oddness of the situation dawning on the both of you. "This might be in the top 10 strangest ways I met someone." You chuckle, he does, too, but with a sarcastic quirk of his brow.

He has a pretty smile, plump lips curving just enough to show you a glimpse of his white teeth, enhancing the sharp features of his face. "Only top ten? That's a shame."

You don't speak as Suna closes the sleeping mask over his eyes -it has a cat print on it too, how cute- as a smile still lingers on his lips. "Good thing I have eight hours to at least make it into top five."

Let's talk about how Suna is either headcannoned as either someone who hates physical affection with every fiber in his body, or someone who is attached to his s/o by the hip and can't live without "kissies"

Now, here's my take on this.

I don't think he loves physical affection or pda, I think Suna likes his space and values it a lot. But, that doesn't mean I agree with him hating it either.

Yes, he doesn't accept physical affection from anyone and everyone and often tries to avoid it, but again, I think that's just him valuing his personal space and not feeling comfortable receiving affection that way, and/or being that close to people.

But that does not mean Suna feels the same way towards you, too. Being close to you doesn't make him feel awkward, it doesn't make him feel like his privacy is being (baltalanmak). Suna doesn't resent the feeling of you in his arms, against his chest, your breath tickling his neck, your fingers tracing shapes on his skin, the feeling of you under the pads of his fingers as he caresses your cheeks.

Did it take him a while to get to this stage of the relationship? Yes.

It's because trust isn't something simply given, one has to earn it, even when it's harder to earn from people like Suna. Skeptical, doubtful towards other people.

Because of this, Suna hadn't let anyone get close to himself before you. No one could get past his cold demeanor, break the shell. It's because physical affection is something out of his comfort zone, he doesn't want it.

Physical affection never sounded too appealing anyway, so he used a cold demeanor to keep people as far as possible.

Because people don't miss what they never had or felt, Suna never understood the crave people had towards this. That led him to never actively seeking for physical affection.

But with you? When he first met you, even when it made him feel strange, unsafe, he still craved your touch, wanted you close. It's by time you ease him to it.

So no, Suna neither hates nor loves physical affection, I think he's just head over heels for you.

In honor of me buying a new motorcycle, here's suna. with a motorcycle.

oh my god this was in my wips for so long I just never got to finish, I hope you like it!

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《Synopsis: when someone asks you how you started dating suna rintarou, your childhood crush, it's a little awkward to tell them it only happened because your brother's got arrested.》

"I'm not riding with Atsumu."

"I'm not riding with Atsu- fuck!" Osamu curses when Suna beats him to it with a second of difference, grinning at the grey-haired twins' defeated face.

"Fucking loser." Suna mocks him, "now you have to listen to him nagging you about how he doesn't like how the wind smells."

It has you bursting out with laughter, your gaze unconsciously finding the green-eyed boy as you laugh. Your smile only grows as you notice he's looking at you as well.

"Hey- what the hell, you two?" Atsumu finally chimes in, looking utterly betrayed by his brothers' and best friends' words. "Riding with me is an honor, I'll have you know."

"Oh, yeah, what an honor it is." Osamu mutters under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I said what an honor it is to have you bitching about every little thing we spend on and off the road."

"It's better than riding with you and fearing for life whenever you take a turn." Atsumu shots back at his twin, but Osamu has an answer ready.

"I'm the one with the license, aren't I?"

A moment of silence ensues; it only breaks with your soft snort when you can't hide your laugh. "Stol fucking laughing," Atsumu glares at you, "Its not funny."

"It is, though." You grin at your brother, hiding behind Suna when Atsumu takes a step forward to you.

It's funny because all three of them applied and took the license exam for a motorcycle when they all turned 16, but as both Osamu and Suna passed, Atsumu couldn't.

He even "secretly" (everyone knew about it) applied for the exam again a few weeks later, only to fail again.

"The license examiner was looking at me funny," he explains, "I did amazing but he just had to be an ass because he was jealous."

"You dropped the motorcycle, Atsumu." You raise your brows.

"And couldn't get it back up," Suna snickers, both of you start laughing.

"Shut yer traps!" Atsumu shouts, turning to you with a frown, "and why are you forming an alliance with him, huh? Against your favorite brother, too."

"I'm riding with him." You shrug. "Have to be on my best behavior, you see."

Even thinking about spending the next few hours on a motorcycle ride with Suna has you all giddy.

Your brothers had decided to spend the weekend at your parents' winter house, which was somewhere in the outer city, and had decided to go with their motorcycles.

"Keep the best behavior up," Suna laughs, hand coming up to ruffle your hair. "As long as you aren't like your brother here, you have nothing to worry about."

You sit next to Atsumu as Suna and Osamu try to find the place on their GPS, doing their last checks on their motorcycles.

"Are you okay with riding with Suna?"

The question catches you off guard as you raise your head from Atsumu's shoulder. "You can ride with 'Samu. Can't guarantee he's safer, though."

Atsumu knows you don't like being alone with people you don't know well, and he worries even when it's someone you've grew up with.

"It's okay," you laugh. "Suna is nice, I'll be fine."

The worried glint in his brown eyes remind you of the one of your childhood, whenever you fell and had a wound on your knee, Atsumu would be the one to carry you all the way back home, not letting you up from the couch he placed you even when it was just a few scrapes.

He still sees you as the little girl from back then. You wonder if Suna feels the same way.

You discard the thought immediately as it leaves a sour taste in your mouth. You've always been fond of Suna; even as a kid, you wanted to be near him, talk to him, have his attention.

He wasn't nice or anything; he would always make fun of you when you were little, he still sometimes did, too, but the way he spoke the words would never hurt you; if anything, they'd turned into soft memories that made you smile.

You always hoped this fondness would go away as you grew older.

It never did.

The roar of an engine pulls you from your thoughts, causing you to jump in your place as you glare at the boy sitting on his motorcycle. He snorts.

"Did I scare ya?" Suna gives you a lopsided grin, one he has mastered over the years. "You looked like something was troubling you."

"I was sitting next to Atsumu." You say as if it answers him, making the boy in question jump on his legs to shout an angry "hey!"

Suna's smile grows wider at that; you notice how the corners of his eyes crinkle a little, and it's one of those smiles that make your heart beat twice as fast in your chest.

Your eyes stay connected for a second or more; you wish he wouldn't look away as Suna turns his gaze to the helmet he has in his hands. "Here you go," he unfastens it for you, pulling it back when you reach for it to do it yourself, "gotta stay safe."

You don't speak as Suna pushes the helmet down your head for you, tilting your head up with two fingers pressuring under your chin to fasten it. You don't know why his hands brush against your face so much, why his fingers caress your jaw instead of letting go when you push your face up, you don't know why he's looking at you like he's about to kiss you.

Suna stands so close, mental images of him leaning in to press a kiss despite the helmet has you blinking it away rapidly; when he smiles, you think you can almost smell the strawberry scent of the gum he's chewing.

"There you go," Suna's fingers hook on the tie beneath your chin, pulling slightly. "Is that good? Comfortable?" Suna laughs as you open the shield to stick your tongue at him. "It's good. Could have done it myself, you know."

"Can't even be charitable," Suna rolls his eyes playfully, "what's so bad about that?" Suna gives your helmet a slight pat before wearing his own, the weight of the helmet causing your head to fall forward. You hear a snicker coming from him and have to hold yourself back from head bumping his chest.

You really want to tell him that you aren't that little girl he used to know anymore, but you bite your tongue.

"Ready to go?" He asks when you climb his motorcycle, arms wrapping gingerly around his narrow waist. The moment your fingers meet in front of his abdomen, the engine beneath you roars alive. "Ready." You confirm, muttering so close to his ear, missing the blush that sits on them.

~

"Ah, they aren't here yet." You stretch as you get off the motorcycle, inspecting the empty garage. Suna's brows pinch together; he had driven especially slow for your comfort, and it made no sense the adrenaline sucker Osamu hadn't beaten you into it.

"Huh," he only answers your statement, shaking his leather jacket off of his body. "I'm coming in a sec, alright? You should go in." Suna tells you, eyes falling onto his phone.

You shrug, wanting nothing more but to go in the place and take a nice shower. You go in, take your shower and even blow dry your hair; when Suna finally decides to enter the place, there's an unreadable expression on his face.

"So," he plops down on the couch, eyes narrowed and brows quirked. "I just talked to your mother."

"My mo- wait what?"

"Yeah," he looks as surprised as you are. You stay quiet as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "So did you know Atsumu and Osamu weren't allowed in this state?"

"They wha- oh shit." Your eyes widen when you finally kind of understand what's going on.

"Yeah," Suna narrows his eyes at you. "They got arrested."

They got arrested.

If that didn't mean you were going to be stuck in the same house with your childhood crush for probably the rest of the weekend, you know both of you would've been in teary laughter already.

But you weren't.

Instead, you stare at each other in all awkwardness of the situation, hoping either of you would say something already.

"Whew," you say finally with a light chuckle, "glad we didn't get pulled over, too, then."

Suna quirks a brow at you, mouth opening to ask, but he decides he can do that later. You have the whole weekend in front of you to talk, after all.

His eyes fall on the smile that graces your lips, it looks awfully similar to the adoring one he has.

Huh, Suna thinks, maybe this won't be as bad as he thinks it is.

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for your event: 02:33 - “turn on the lights!” with suna please :33

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a/n: I swear I was going to sleep but my mind said daddy suna and had to write this lil drabble,I hope you like it!

warnings: mentions of,,, a child. daddy. Suna.

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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.

[07:47] going into a haunted house with suna rintaro

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“hold my hand!” you shrilled, grabbing the bicep of your boyfriend, suna rintarou.

“you're the one who wanted to come here, why are you so scared now?” he smirked, looking down at your fearful expression, head buried into his chest as you walked along the path of the haunted house.

“for the adrenaline, rin! and i don't regret it.” a cheesy smile etched upon your face as the pathway began to get narrower, leaving less space for the two of you.

soon enough, you were both squashed up against each other, as you progressed through the haunted house, listening to the anonymous cackles and screams, accompanied by the unnecessarily unnerving muffled music.

the music began to get louder, and puffs of smoke evaded the air, leaving your eyesight to be foggy and unfamiliar with the environment, feeling more petrified than before. you gripped onto his arm tighter, squealing quietly as you shuffled along the ground, ignoring the laughs of your boyfriend behind you.

“you look so funny right now you should see yours- AHH” a soprano like shriek emitted from his lips as the jumpscare finally approached, leaving the two of you holding onto each other like there was no other way to live.

you both dashed out of the haunted house, arriving back to the light of day, where the other kids ran around the amusement park, and rides were still functioning.

“how about we go on the teacup ride?” you suggested quietly, as suna nodded eagerly, intertwining your hands as the two of you scurried into the direction where the other people were.

despite the fact that the haunted house was one of the most horrifying things the two of you had done that day, suna still chuckles to himself as he remembers the grip you had on him, making his heart flutter more than ever.

“hey, why'd you stop walking? come on!” you peered over at him as he began to trudge behind you.

he quickly shook his head and came back to his senses before placing a gentle kiss onto your lips, “sorry, i got carried away, let's go.”

[00:28] suna confesses to you

warnings none just icky fluff

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"i'm sorry what?" a composition of letters that represented your surprise as you took several steps back formed from the back of your throat.

"i said i like you. we should date." suna's constant monotonous tone resonated in the empty classroom.

leaning back on your desk, one hand positioned comfortably in the insert of his pocket, the other resting comfortably on the table on which you sat. an awkward silence grew between you two, and the abundance of the wind blew into the classroom, filling in the role of the sound that you or suna were supposed to play.

what do you say to someone that you've liked since your first year says they like you too? all the years of admiring from a distance, blushing crimson red just from a greeting all the way to every time he threw a sweet compliment your way. you had never thought of the future where suna had actually liked you too, it was always going to be, graduate, eventually move on and have some sweet vanilla romance story with a stranger you met in a café. not, whatever this was.

"ouch, i guess this is a rejection?" he whispers quietly, yet kept the same inscrutable expression he wore to school.

"n-no, i just, wasn't expecting you to like me back." you finally breathed out, and he chuckles. chuckles?

"why wouldn't i? you're cute as fuck." his brazen attitude brought a flush to your cheeks and you couldn't look him in the eyes anymore. was he always this nice?

"oh, so what do we do?" as cute as you were to suna, you happened to be the most nescient being to ever walk the earth, so of course he decided to take matters into his own hands.

today was good enough for you, you didn't expect it to get better. you aced your math test, you were able to get in the lunch line early, and not only was your two year crush confessing to you, but he was kissing you too?

pulling away, you panted, as did he, and you both burst into a fit of laughter, recomposing yourselves, before clearing your throats, leaving the awkward atmosphere to grow back in its old place.

"are we gonna date or what?"

"oh! yeah, that, of course!"

a/n: idk what this is, i just wanna kiss suna lol