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split | suna rintarou

pairing: suna x reader

tags: fluff, friends to strangers to lovers

word count: 2.0k

in which you and suna both miss your flight back to tokyo and you find yourself confiding in an old friend as you wait for the morning to come

for @sxphilia - lol shay you read this already but here, ily <33

everything seemed to be going wrong today.

first, your alarm wasn’t set properly so you woke up an hour late. second, your taxi to the airport arrived late, which only led to you inevitably missing your flight back to tokyo. and to top it all off, the next flight was four hours from now. it certainly wasn’t a big deal, you’re expected back at work the day after you arrive anyway. but there’s been a lot on your mind recently, a debate you just wanted to solve, yet it only seemed like you could start working on it when you arrived back in tokyo. so at the moment, all the what ifs and scenarios just marinated in your head, waiting for some kind of decision to be made.

and your current situation did absolutely nothing to help.

you were leaving america to return home from tokyo. you were there for a prospective job, finally having the chance to follow the career you spent years dreaming about. but japan was your home, and america was so far. you lived in tokyo all your life, your friends, your family, everything was back in japan. you were at a crossroads, unsure of which path to choose.

your old life, or the career of your dreams.

and your vacation only made the choice worse.

the flight attendant nods apologetically again when he hands you your ticket. “thanks,” you nod.

“of course,” he replies, “have a nice day.”

“you too.” but as you walk off a familiar voice makes you freeze in your tracks.

“yes hi, i just missed my flight is there any flight i can take instead?”

you hear the flight attendant’s voice, “yes, of course. where are you going sir?”

“tokyo,” he replies, and your heart drops.

that’s not who you think it is, is it?

“i’ve got a flight at 6 pm tonight,” the flight attendant answers.

wait, that’s your flight.

“sounds good,” and you can hear a hint of disappointment in the familiar voice, turning around to face the desk again.

“alright sir,” the flight attendant nods. “let me just print out your ticket.”

the boy doesn’t turn around, yet his stature, his hair, it just looks so familiar, and before you know it, you’re stepping closer wanting to indulge and curiosity and see the boy.

“thanks,” he replies before his eyes find yours.

it’s him.

“y/n?”

“suna?”

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