Strawberry Hairtie
(disclaimer: not proofread)
A few members of the Inarizaki volleyball team turn the corner to find a confession happening outside of school. It’s a classic shojou moment to witness and Atsumu, being the snoop he is, hurriedly shushes his twin and Suna.
“Please accept this!” A girl has her head bowed, pink letter thrust out and trembling.
The figure, they can’t see who it is from his back, hesitantly takes the letter and does a little awkward bow back. The girl runs off and the guy simply puts the letter in his bag and turns to the side path and walks away from them.
A short wolfcut tied up in a ponytail and in track pants, bag carelessly slung over one shoulder is all they can make out from the distance.
Atsumu snickers and Aran materialises to hit him on the back for spying.
“He’s kind of pretty, isn’t he?” Atsumu says. “I’m way hotter though. Where’s my confession??”
This earns him a smack from his twin this time and a scolding about arrogance.
Suna trails behind them, watching the sky and quickly forgetting about the whole affair.
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It’s the next day and new assigned seats are chosen for the second term of school. Papers for an assignment to do in class are to be passed down the rows and Suna turns to find a mop of hair lying on the desk behind him. The owner of said hair is fast asleep.
He stares for a second, paper in hand, and pokes the figure.
The student groans and lifts their head, only for Suna to realise it’s the guy from yesterday. He silently takes the paper and nods a thank you.
The guy keeps catching his eye after that. It isn’t on purpose, Suna just realises that he happens to come across him a lot. He is hard to miss, considering there seems to be a few girls here and there that whisper and giggle in class and around the school wherever the figure goes around.
During lunch, girls squeal as they peer out the window to watch those on the basketball court. Suna looks out to see the Atsumu is trying his hand at it and sure enough, ponytail is playing too.
“y/n-kun is so handsome,” one sighs.
“You have such a thing for basketball players,” another one teases.
“I dunno, volleyball players are cute too~” a third says, eyeing Atsumu and sneaking a glance at Suna.
Suna watches as ponytail gulps greedily from a water bottle, sweat dripping down his neck. He runs his hand through his hair and stretches, eliciting more squeals from the spectators.
After the bell rings, the teacher, much to the slight annoyance of Suna, asks him and a few classmates to bring boxes outside the school building. As he walks, he notes that he also needs a haircut as his bangs nearly plaster on his forehead from the heat and sweat gathers at the nape of his neck.
Ponytail is part of the errand group and trails behind him.
Suna huffs at his hair, trying to get his bangs out of his eyes.
“Want me to tie it up for you?”
A pretty face comes up beside him. He notes that ponytail is fairly shorter than him and he peers down at his face.
“It’s alright.”
“C’mon, you’ll fall that way if you can’t see.”
Suna gives in and nods. Ponytail grins and pulls the hairtie from his own hair, roughly cut layers sliding down. Suna studies him as teeth lightly clamp around the tie, holding it in ponytail's mouth as he carefully bunches up Suna’s hair.
Suna arches an eyebrow. “Cute hairtie.” It’s a red band with a small strawberry on it.
“A friend gave it to me.”
Suna muses that perhaps a girl was finally successful with her confession.
“There.” A triumphant smile and then a chuckle. “Suits you.”
“Thanks.”
Ponytail's smile oddly sweet. He notes again that the guy really is pretty.
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It’s gym class now.
There’s a whine and a girl trips on the track. Ponytail manages to rush to grab her and the girl blushes and thanks him profusely.
“Are you alright?” His face is contorted in concern.
Suna snorts at the shojou scene but his eyebrows lift as the girl sheepishly mentions that her ankle throbs. Ponytail carefully wraps an arm around her waist and has her put her arms around his shoulder. They slowly walk to the nurse’s office.
“Tsk,” Atsumu looks at the scene. “What a gentleman.”
“Don’t be jealous, Atsumu. You’d get more girls if you stop laughing when they trip. Take a leaf out of Ponytail’s book.” The nickname for the guy had stuck to their group.
The class comes to an end and everyone goes to change and clean up. Suna groans, hating the fact that he has to exercise during school, knowing they’ll have to go do it again during practice.
“Guys!” Atsumu yells. “Guess what?”
Suna has his phone out and doesn’t bother looking up.
“You guys won’t believe it. This is wild.”
“Are you gonna tell us or keep us stupidly in suspense,” Aran says drily.
“Ponytail is a girl!”
There’s a pause before a chorus of “what??” erupts.
They whip around to see ponytail by the outdoor sinks outside beside the track, having come back from the nursing office. She’s splashing water onto her face and lifts up her shirt to wipe the water away. As she does, they see a hint of a sports bra underneath.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Osamu says. “Atsumu’s being outclassed by a girl.”
There’s an indignant noise from his twin while Suna continues to stare at her, thinking that explains the strawberry hairtie.
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“You’re a girl.”
She shows up in a skirt the next day and is walking past the middle-blocker when she hears that statement.
“And you’re a boy?”
“Huh?”
“Oh I thought we were just pointing out genders,” she grins.
Suna feels his heart beat just a little faster and he can’t explain why. All he knows is that she’s cute. Awfully cute.
“I’m joking,” she looks at his face. “I get that a lot, especially wearing the pants all the time. Class president finally scolded me into wearing the proper girls' uniform,” she scratched the back of her head sheepishly. “You’re Suna Rintaro right? On the volleyball team”
He nods. “Have you seen us play?” For some reason, he faintly hopes she has.
“Yeah I caught a game after I transferred here. You guys are really good. Teach me sometime?”
“...sure?”
Her face lights up. “Cool! I’ve always wanted to try it out. My toxic trait is thinking I could dig Atsumu’s serve.”
Suna has to chuckle at that and there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh the way I want to record his face when you do.”
“Alright,” she tilts her chin up proudly, “Challenge accepted then.”
He was pretty sure he was joking at the time, so he wonders why they’re in his yard, practising peppering a couple weeks later.
Okay, to be fair, she was already at his house because they ended up working on an assignment together when they realised it might be easier to finish all their assignments for a project that happened to be right before an important tournament and she offered to help. He didn’t care THAT much about getting a good grade, but hey, she offered and he was discovering that she was hard for him to say no to.
Surprise surprise when they got immediately distracted from the papers spread all over the living room desk as his sister chattered away with his new friend and he glanced occasionally at them from his phone.
They moved to the topic of sports and eventually ended up outside. He wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t bad, but he was surprised that she was fairly /good/.
“I’m not too shabby right??”
He snorted. “We’ll get that recording of Atsumu’s face in no time.”
After an hour or so, she packed her bags, both ignoring that the assignments weren’t done and hoping that they’d get credit for trying. When she walks out the gate, he gives her a wave and turns around to see his sister standing at the door.
“I like her.” Her arms are crossed.
“Good for you?”
“She’s pretty. Should I get a wolf cut?”
He chuckles and pats her head once. “Whatever you want princess.”
His chest is warm and when he spots her strawberry hairtie on the table, his sister giggles.
“What?”
“You’re smiling like a crazy person.”
He rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”
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Atsumu is decides ponytail is a gift given from the heavens to him when he spots her and Suna standing in the middle of the hall. They stand similarly, hands in their pockets and slightly leaning back. Suna looks casual but Atsumu likes to think he knows Suna well enough by now that he looks a bit awkward.
“We’re going to the spring tournament next week.”
“Is this an invitation to come watch or are you just stating your schedule,” she teases.
He shifts to one foot. “If you have free time, you can come watch. You can see Atsumu’s serves again.”
“This is true. Though I’m way more interested in middle-blocking nowadays,” her eyes shine and Suna swallows a bit harshly.
“At your height? In your dreams,” he retorts.
“Hey, you don’t know my vertical. I play basketball, I think I can jump high enough.”
Suna thinks she could but has learned from the past couple months, she’s far more fun when she’s riled up. A competitive streak he’s never really had coupled with stubbornness he finds incredibly amusing.
“Keep trying shorty. You’ll get there someday,” he gives her a shit-eating grin.
“Don’t get cocky! I can do it,” she jumps slightly and flungs her arm around his neck, dragging him down and effectively headlocking him. His eyes widen and he yelps. “I’ll make you eat your words Rin.”
A classmate sticks their head out and calls for her. She gives him a wave and leaves him standing in the hall.
“Rin huh?” Atsumu teases and Suna stiffens. “I’ve never heard you make a yelping sound like that before.”
Suna rolls his eyes, refusing to give in to Atsumu’s teasing, but a hint of embarassment does cross his face.
“Invited her to our game huh? Want her to watch you huh? I’ll be sure to set lots of balls your way~”
“Shut it.” The middle-blocker strides away from him and Atsumu catches up.
“You guys are so cute~”
Suna narrows his eyes at him. “‘Tsumu I have so much blackmail on my phone,” he warns.
Atsumu holds his hand up, keeping an arrogant smile on his face.
“Oh but Suna, now I have something against /you/.”
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