#rintarou fluff

[samoankpoper21]

Medicine - Suna Rintarou

Image CTTO: @김마가 (@happytime505_k on X)

Husband!/Dad! Suna Rintarou x chubby! reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 223

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”Babe.”

“Hm?”

“I need you to sit Rika upright and hold her hands down.”

“Hold her hands down? The fuck are you trying to do to our child?” Ignoring your husband’s protests he watched as you filled a tiny, plastic syringe with purple medicine, his face grimacing, your daughter sensing the change in Rintarou’s body. “Heeeyy honey, can you say ‘ahhh’ for mommy?” Catching Rintarou's gaze, Rika's identical pair of grayish-yellow eyes mirroring his own, stared up at you in horror, your daughter’s cheeks flushed red from her fever. Sighing you try again, “C’mon baby say ‘aaaaahhhh’, ‘aaaahhh’.” Squirming in your husband’s grasp you scold, “Rin, hold her hands down.” Tears lining her eyes, Rika tried closing her mouth and you took that opportunity to squeeze some of the medicine into her mouth. Her eyes grew wide and she began to twist and turn in her father’s grasp. “Rin,” you sternly say. He holds her chubby arms down as he watches you maneuver the medicine into your daughter’s mouth, thankful that Rika managed to swallow the concoction down. "Aww yaaayy! Good job honey!" She twists away from you burrowing herself further into Rintarou's embrace. Going to wash out the syringe you come back to grab Rika from your husband when you do a double take. "Rin, are you...were you crying?"

"Shut it."

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A/N: I just KNOW Rintarou sheds tears when it comes to his daughter 🥹 he's also the one that cries first when she goes into Kindergarten dismissing you both 🤣 BUT he will always DENY it 🙄

[shewki]

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[katescorner]

suna "we're just friends" rintaro who's actually in a secret relationship with you, but feels the need to keep it a secret until it gets more serious because he's scared. except the miya twins have caught on, and they have a running bet going for who's going to spill first. atsumu thinks suna would rather keel over than admit to them he's dating someone, but osamu is smugly convinced that his friend's resolve is weaker than yours. so they decide to put it to the test.

it starts off . . . weird. osamu is putting moves on you, and you have no idea what to make of it. he's asking to walk you home and tells you that you should come to watch them practice. he even shoves atsumu out of their usual seat in the cafeteria to invite you to sit next to him. he seems really interested in you, and you don't want to be mean, but you also can't lead him on.

you're too focused on osamu's strange behavior to notice that he only acts this way when suna is around. so you don't see the way your boyfriend clenches and unclenches his fists when he overhears osamu wanting to walk you home after school. you don't hear the huff he lets out or how he slams his locker door a little harder when osamu invites you to watch them play with a well practiced smile. and you certainly don't realize the sheet white paleness that grows on his face when osamu shoves atsumu off the bench to make space for you.

suna doesn't blame you. his friends are idiots and getting on his last nerve. but everything comes to a screeching halt when osamu puts his arm around your shoulder, and suna absolutely loses it.

"we're dating!" it's the closest he gets to yelling without actually, but it's loud.

"damn it!" atsumu shouts, but suna doesn't hear. he practically has tunnel vision, zeroed in on where osamu connects to you.

"we're dating," he repeats through gritted teeth. "so get your grimy slimy spiker little hands—" he stalks over to osamu with surprising speed to knock his hand off of you, "off of my—"

"rintaro," you scold softly, and the twins try not to react when their usually unbothered and finicky middle blocker . . . listens?

"he—you're my—i'm—" he erupts in an aggravated groan and quickly decides to pull you to his side, away from osamu.

suna starts mumbling things under his breath they can't hear. his words are clearly reserved only for you, but the twins watch quietly anyway as you smooth away the worry lines growing on his face from his furrowed eyebrows and press a soft kiss to his cheek that has leaves them dusted in the slightest pink. he's whipped, and suddenly the only thing the miyas could think of was—how the hell did they not notice sooner?

yes i'm a soft lovesick sunarin truther. that man is a simp and i take no arguments

[moechies]

“wai—wait, no tongue rinnie, i dunno—“

“relax,” suna mumbles against your lips, pressing a soft kiss against your bottom lip. “i’ll teach you, don’t worry.” you whine, embarrassed that he may find your inexperience to be a turn off. “just follow through with m’tongue okay?”

“mhmn..” you mumble, gasping when he presses his swollen lips onto yours once again. he presses himself further into your body, your legs enveloping around his waist and tugging him in. you shiver, mouth gaping wider on instinct when you feel his silky tongue slip in between your lips, running itself over yours.

it’s so fucking wet, and so hot, you can taste his sweet spit on your tongue. it makes you ache everywhere, body sparked with excitement yet nervousness. “c’mon, try.” he groans against you, letting your tongue nervously glide against his on command. he lets out a guttural groan, grinding unconsciously into your thigh, mumbling a half coherent apology before he slips his tongue back into your mouth.

he runs the hot muscle over yours, curling over and around it with messy spit beginning to coat your lips. he doesn’t slow despite your tongue faltering and clearly weakening with every stroke of his tongue against yours. “y’r so weak baby.” he chuckles, pulling away slightly.

both of your breaths are labored, your softened eyes meet his , filled with so much love that they sparkle under the dim light. his pupils seem to dialate over and over, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

you can still feel the heat of his breath against your lips, one of his hands with a tight hold against your waist, and one sprawled across your shoulder — holding you still. it’s all so intimate, and all so new.

“can we d—do it again? wanna try again..” you quip, cheeks flushing at the dumb, dumb question.

as if he would say no.

[dearru]

the only exception ! | ft. hq boys

-> pairing: miya atsumu, suna rintarou, hinata shoyo x gn!reader | sfw | cw: quick blurbs! | mlist 

-> synopsis: you’re the only one who can get your boyfriend to do certain things. 

₊˚ෆ MIYA ATSUMU dislikes people cheering while he serves. His infamous topspins and floaters are renowned in the volleyball world– for good reason. To stake his control over the court, he refuses any distractions, and he silences the crowd with one flick of his wrist. He’s been known to give death glares to anybody, even his own fans, who disobey his command for quiet. 

So when you, his newly minted significant other, shatter the careful still Atsumu has crafted by bellowing out his name in an otherwise silent stadium, gasps ripple through the stands. 

Atsumu’s teammates freeze, interest piqued at how he’d react. Sure, you’re dating now, but Atsumu’s a very harsh guy. Nobody would put it past him to scold you on the spot. The ball bounces against the court once, twice, and then three times, like a ticking bomb. The crowd shifts uncomfortably, waiting for his anger to explode.

It never comes. 

Instead, he serves the ball as normal. It’s an ace. And when it’s over, he looks at you with a knowing grin of appreciation instead of his usual glare. 

Atsumu hates the shrill sound of cheers when he’s about to serve, but he’s come to find that if it’s yours– he doesn’t quite mind. 

₊˚ෆ SUNA RINTAROU is a generally expressionless guy. It’s gotten him into trouble more times than he can count.

When he sprained his ankle in middle school, he barely winced. When his little sister was born, he yawned. When he landed his first spike as a professional athlete, he hummed.

No matter the scenario, a disinterested look is permanently etched into his features. (The only exception is the upturn of his lips when he sees his friends doing something particularly idiotic.) 

It’s not that he doesn’t care– it’s just how he is. This is a truth that all those close to Rintarou have come to understand. 

This truth is why, when he introduces you to his loved ones for the first time, they’re stunned. They’re shocked when they see the bright red his face burns after you give him a kiss on the cheek. They’re floored by the smile that possesses his lips as he steals glances at you from across the room. They’re surprised by the look of absolute adoration in his eyes whenever you do really anything. 

Rintarou’s always been difficult to read, but for you, he’s feelings are entirely transparent.  

₊˚ෆ HINATA SHOYO always stays late to practice. Being the dedicated player that he is, he will train until his legs shake and his breath gives out. His teammates know never to approach him when he’s in his groove; otherwise, he’ll find a way to coax them into another round of drills. He’s an immovable force, immune to persuasion, and entirely impossible to convince to slow down.

“Leaving early” is not in his vocabulary. 

So when, one day, his teammates see him trek into the locker room before the sun has even set, they worry he’s gone ill. 

But when Shoyo reassures them, with a bright smile, that he’s just leaving early to meet with you, the new person he’s been seeing, for dinner– his teammates think he’s lost his mind. Their expressions of concern morph into ones of complete disbelief. 

What curse have you placed on the rigid player to compel him to act in such an uncharacteristic way? Have you threatened his family? Are you blackmailing him? 

The answer is none of the above. 

Shoyo doesn’t stay late to practice out of obligation. He does it because he adores what he does. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be than on the court.

But recently, he’s come to discover that there’s one place he loves being just a smidge more. 

With you. 

–a/n: just smth quick i wrote to procrastinate studying! LMAO

shoyo tag: @cherrysurf

[everrinsly]

a/n; dedicated to all your silly boys, thank you for reading!

by your belt loops. fluff. suggestive. fem!reader. | not proofread.

where he redirects you by pulling on your belt loops... multiple times.

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Grocery shopping with him always felt different than doing it alone. 

With him—it wasn’t like you forgot how to function, at least not in that loud ‘oh no, I knocked over a pyramid of cans’ kind of way, but more in that distracted, floaty ‘ooh look, they have fresh milk bread… oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see your cart’ kind of way where you stopped watching where you were going or what you were supposed to be doing.

It wasn’t your fault. 

You were smart, no doubt. You held more degrees than him, multiple certifications and a licensure under your belt. 

You were observant, thoughtful, organized to the point of being endearingly meticulous—he always said so, in that clipped tone of his like he couldn’t understand why it surprised you every time.

But when he was beside you like this—sweatpants slung low on his hips, jacket rolled at the sleeves, hood half up—walking the fluorescent-lit aisles of the local grocery store, your brain just… slowed.

Like your mind had kicked off its shoes and curled up somewhere quiet, trusting him to take care of the rest. 

It was a relief, honestly.

Until it wasn’t.

Like now, for instance.

You’d gotten so distracted by the in-store bakery display that you didn’t notice the towering stack of promotional soy milk crates right in front of you as you walked and stared at the same time.

You were completely absorbed, eyes tracking a particularly fat custard bun that looked like it might collapse under its own delicious weight.

That’s when your foot hit something solid. It wasn’t a forceful hit, not enough to send waves of milk crashing down the aisle, but enough to make one of the bottles at the base wobble, the whole stack teetering ever so slightly.

You blinked.

Oh.

A display. Organic soy milk. Little beige bottles stacked up.

You hadn’t even seen it.

But he had.

Without breaking stride, he reached for you, two fingers sliding smoothly into the belt loop at the back of your jeans. He gave a gentle tug, guiding you out of collision range with practiced ease, pulling you back against him, so your spine slotted into his chest.

Like it belonged there.

His arm wrapped low around your waist, palm pressing against your hip.

Warm. Steady. Deliberate. 

The way only he could be.

Because touching you was his reflex.

“Careful,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, voice low with amusement, breath brushing the side of your face. 

You mumbled a soft apology, cheeks warming.

“Mm,” he hummed lazily. Then, casually, he gave you two small, absent-minded pats on the underside of your ass. 

You whirled around to glare at him playfully.

“Your ass is cute,” he said, entirely unbothered, mouth barely hiding a smirk. “Also, if you’re gonna let me drive you, I gotta make sure the breaks work, yeah?”

You covered your face with your sleeve, half mortified, half giddy—mostly giddy.

Still, he didn’t let go, didn’t even pause—just adjusted slightly, hand tightening at your side as he started pushing the cart forward again with his other.

It was ridiculous how easily you melted into him.

Maybe that's why you let him steer you into the next aisle, turning the corner as his hand curved a little tighter around your waist, keeping you steady against the slight sway of the cart’s wheel. 

Your eyes lit up at the tea, and you tried to reach for a box of your usual black on the shelf, rising on your toes just slightly to grab it.

But before your fingers could even brush the box, his hand moved—sliding from your waist to your stomach, fingers splaying there like a quiet, familiar reminder. And then, again, with a tug at your belt loops, he eased you back down, pulling you flush against him.

“No, pretty. We still have more at home.”

“Oh, I forgot.”

“Mhm. Of course you did, baby.”

You flushed deeper and gave up, letting him guide you away without protest to the next aisle.

He let the cart roll to a stop in front of a shelf lined with protein bars—rows and rows of them, all in sleek packaging, looking aggressively ‘healthy.’

He didn’t say anything right away—just leaned in a little, voice a smooth murmur behind your ear.

“Alright. Let’s see if you remember.”

“Remember what?”

He nodded toward the shelf. “The ones I like.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, pretending to study the boxes, trying to calm the rapid skipping of your heart. “You’re quizzing me now?”

“No pressure.”

His thumb dragged lightly along the waistband of your jeans. Then, with the same casual ease, he gave your ass an encouraging little pat—fond, gentle, and soft enough to make your stomach flip.

“Go, baby. Impress me.”

You huffed and scanned the options quickly, actually using your brain, trying to remember the exact brand he always grabbed—the one with dark chocolate and sea salt, not the chalky kind or the one that left crumbs everywhere.

Your fingers closed around a box, and you held it up for him to see, one brow lifted. “These?”

He glanced at it, slow and unreadable.

Then he looked at you.

A twitch of his lips.

He wordlessly took the box from your hands and dropped it into the cart. His voice dropped lower, quiet and almost absently, he added, “Good girl.”

Your stomach dipped.

It was passive, offhand, but smug in a way that made heat flicker behind your ears, especially paired with the faint squeeze of his fingers on your hip—he knew exactly what he was doing to you and didn’t care to hide it.

You opened your mouth, not even sure what to say, but he just brushed his hand over the small of your back before curling his fingers right back into your belt loop like he'd known you’d get it right all along.

Like you were part of his rhythm.

Still touching. Still steering. Still keeping you close. 

Sure, you got a little (a lot) clumsy around him; your brain went a little (a lot) mushy. And grocery shopping took a while.

But that didn’t matter. Not to him. 

In fact, he wanted you to get distracted.

Because underneath all of that soft, quiet chaos, you trusted him to look out for you. 

And he never rushed you. Never pulled away. 

Just waited. Just let you be.

[alpali]

texts with a down bad suna:3

bonus: all four of you are really close but the miyas know about sunas crush on you. so they like making him jealous since he SWEARS he’s nonchalant

© alplai

[crushmeeren]

ᯓ★ texts with high school sweetheart sunarin.

⋆ cw ; post high school, crude/dark humor, cursing, suggestive jokes, fluff, fem! reader.

ᯓ★ dividers created by me.

inspired lately by @/chososcamgirl, @/seumyo, and @grenadehearts to get my ass back into smau form. ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ also the joke about rin pretending to pass out is from a TikTok i cannot remember for the life of me.

baby suna pic credit @zco428 on twitter. suna pfp credit @jjulia_28 on insta.

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[dayndream]

SFW. Just some fluff of Suna x gn reader. Clingy boy. <3

SUNA RINTARO loves it when you play with his hair. He could easily lay all day long on top of you, hugging you as you run your fingers through his dark hair. Oh, and whenever one of your hands goes down to his back, sweetly tracing invisible lines on him—he feels he could live like that.

His eyelids start to feel heavy as you draw little hearts on his back with your fingertips, playfully tousling his hair with the other hand, leaving some kisses on top of his head as he rested on your chest, starting to fall asleep, being that noticeable in the way he was breathing, by the way his hands slowly stopped holding onto your sides as tight as they were doing before.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, wrapping your arms around his body, careful to not wake him.

He is such a pretty sleeper—you tilted your head a bit, just enough to be able to admire his every feature. His lips looked so kissable, you almost couldn't resist the urge to grab his face and leave it full of pecks, but you did, hugging him a little tighter to get rid of that love attack you were feeling for him.

When you least excepted it, his body weight and temperature were making you feel sleepy too, as if you were under a weighted blanket—a pretty heavy one, though.

Some minutes passed, maybe even an hour or two, and by the time you woke up, you noticed you two were on a complete different position; you were the one on top now. His green eyes looking dearly at you, resting his head over one of his hands, while he gently caressed your back with the other.

“Finally awake, my sleeping beauty?”, he said with a slight smirk, yet adoring eyes, leaving then a sweet peck on your forehead. He acted as if he'd been awake all the time, but you know, because of his husky sleepy voice, that he just woke up some minutes ago too.

Memorabilia Passage.

© 2025 dayndream. — do not modify, repost, claim, copy or translate.

[cottonlemonade]

Tipsy boyfriend! Suna who gets all rosy-cheeked and snoozy on your shoulder.

Increasingly tipsy boyfriend! Suna who points randomly at the menu to order his next drink, while not taking his eyes off yours.

Almost drunk boyfriend! Suna who severely underestimated the strength of the Long Island Iced Tea and scrunches his face at the taste of the cocktail but tells you unprompted he’ll finish the whole thing to prove how much he loves you. You fail to see the correlation.

Drunk boyfriend! Suna who loses all sense of personal space and public propriety and practically crawls into your lap wanting you to hold him.

Drunk boyfriend! Suna who shows you a private folder on his phone where he collects all the hilarious memes and adorable animal pictures he saves that you sent him over the years.

Drunk sappy boyfriend! Suna who tells you he should have confessed to you when he had the chance and then lights up when you blow his mind by telling him you’ve been dating for three years.

Drunk clingy boyfriend! Suna who doesn’t want to let go of your hand even when you arrive at your apartment.

Drunk weirdo boyfriend! Suna who lays on top of you on the bed because you lost your balance on the way to the shower. He sucks in your cheek and lets it plop back out and giggles when you start laughing.

Drunk cat-coded boyfriend! Suna who props himself up but instead of letting you shower starts kneading the fat on your tummy like a cat making biscuits and is genuinely hurt when you tell him to stop because it tickles.

Drunk cuddly boyfriend! Suna who wraps both his arms and legs around you when you’re finally ready to sleep and while drooling tells you he loves you so much. He’s so out of it, he doesn’t even remember all the evidence pictures you’ve taken throughout the night.

[swtnjk]

bf suna things

[bouqette]

“i love you.” suna murmured against the top of your head.

the words were whispered so softly that you wondered if you had even heard him right — if he had even realised that he had announced his thoughts out loud. but then, like a tide rolling back to the shore, the same words escaped from his lips again.

you knew he loved you.

everyone did.

in fact, he couldn’t pass a single day without one of the twins making a remark, teasing him about just how downbad he was for you. 

still, it almost felt surreal to hear him say those three words out loud for the first time. not in some extravagant way, but with a quiet sincerity that made your heart clench.

you propped yourself up, relieving his body of your weight as you hovered just above him, caging his tall frame between your arms. 

“rin?”

suna hummed in acknowledgement, looking up at you through heavy lidded eyes. his gaze darted down to your lips for a split second, and that was all the notice you had before his fingers tangled into your hair, pulling you down. his lips met yours in a soft but earnest kiss, shoulders immediately relaxing against your touch.

“say it again.” you whispered against his lips when you pulled away, breath fanning against his lips.

suna frowned at you, his body instinctively moved forwards, eyes still trained on your lips.

“say what?” he huffed out, a small pout forming on his lips. his mind so consumed by your proximity that it took him more than a few seconds to register the meaning of your words.

you waited with a knowing smile.

one second.

two seconds.

three. 

his eyes shot wide open in realisation, and almost instantly, a redness flushed through his cheeks. turning his head away from yours, he raised up his arm over his face in an attempt to hide himself from your teasing grin.

a small laugh escaped your throat. it was rare enough for you to be able to fluster the suna rintarou, yet alone to see him blushing a deep shade of crimson.

“hey.” you said softly, gently prying his arm away from his face. 

suna grumbled under his breath, but he complied, letting you intertwine your fingers between his. you gently tiled his face towards you, and when his eyes finally met yours again, your voice got caught in your throat. 

you swallowed, heart thumping heavily against your chest. 

it wasn’t that because the words were difficult to say — they never had been. but the way his eyes softened with a glimmer of hope made sent butterflies swirling in your stomach, a warmth blooming in your chest.

he loves you.

you didn’t waste another beat, words spilling from your lips when you finally uttered the words you’ve held close to your heart for so long. 

“i love you too, rin.”

[haikyu-mp4]

At least once a week, Suna brought his children out in the yard to play some volleyball.

His son was practising to be a setter (Atsumu’s influence, it’s a sensitive topic for Suna), while his daughter spiked his sets.

That’s perfect because Suna got an insane confidence boost from blocking for them.

Sometimes, when they were really trying, he let them earn some points so that he can watch them practice their celebrations. It always brought a smile to his face.

“If you make the next one, we’ll go to Super Nintendo World next week.”

They screamed in excitement, making you peek into the yard and find a seat to watch them.

Your son focused hard as your daughter threw up the ball before doing the run-up, grinning excitedly as she watched the perfect set he put up for her.

Copying her dad’s technique, she leaned sideways in an attempt to avoid his block.

Suna watched with pride, almost regretting his plot.

As the ball crossed over the net, his hand was already there to stop it, making it fall to the ground on the kids’ side. “That’s the harsh reality of life, kiddos. I want you to get familiar with this feeling: It’s called disappointment.”

They screamed again, this time angrily, before storming under the net and jumping him, hauling him to the ground when he didn’t fight back.

You laughed from the porch, holding your stomach. That’s definitely the father of your children.

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/inspired by a reel on Insta

[houseofstarlight]

he has no time for pointless conversation. most of the time when his teammates are bickering, he’s off to the side. he’ll busy himself with his own business, taking off his gear in silence. sometimes he’ll slide an earbud in to play music, and he won’t hide the movement. sometimes he’ll actually get up and leave halfway through a conversation, because he has better things to do. he doesn’t have the energy to engage in boring talks, so he’s tapping out of them. it doesn’t even occur to him that others may find it rude. he’s not interested in the conversation, so why should he stay?

but you’re different. no matter what you talk about, no matter how long you’re there ranting to him, he’s listening. he won’t say anything, or offer any words of comfort, because he’s not really good at that. but if you look up at him at any point during your rant, you’ll find that he’s already looking at you. watching. paying close attention, afraid he’ll miss even the smallest detail of your story.

at one point, early on in your relationship, you worried that your talking annoyed him. you always made a point to tell him about your day, and ask about his; but he doesn’t like to talk, so you always feared that your words were an unwelcome disruption to his silence.

one day, you started telling him about a fight a couple of your coworkers had at work. halfway through you hesitated, before stopping. that was when you looked up at him. he was already looking, eyes wide in a state of innocent focus.

he shifted closer. softly, but firmly; a sentence that broke down the wall between you: “please keep going. i like listening to you talk.”

akaashi keiji, aone takanobu, kageyama tobio, kozume kenma, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarou, tsukishima kei, ushijima wakatoshi

divider credit to @enchanthings-a

[dearru]

getting stood up | ft. hq boys

-> pairings: miya atsumu, miya osamu, hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader | sfw | cw: smau, cursing, they all highkey want u | genre: fluff | mlist

-> synopsis: you text your friend after getting stood up, and he knows exactly how to comfort you.

—a/n: don’t look at me.

[tetsumie]

heyy when you have the time to do so, can i request college!suna x reader angst to fluff where reader tries to spend time with suna but they get into an argument where he decides to spend time with his athlete friend group but then feels guilty and make up with reader through heart to heart conversation? 🫶🏻sorry if this is so long i have no idea how to make the prompt shorter but honestly i love all the fics you post so idc if you change it up a bit just thought i’d give an idea

𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇

pairing: suna rintaro x gen!neutral reader

genre: hurt/comfort

content: you confront him about the growing distance in your relationship, something he's been dismissing for a while, until he finally grasps the seriousness of the situation

cw: suna is a bit harsh; arguments but they make up <3

a/n: hihi anon! ty for requesting and i hope it's to your liking :D i'm still accepting requests for my 1k event so feel free to send more into my inbox!

"it's like i never see you anymore!"

suna and you have been in this back and forth argument for what felt like an eternity and it's draining the life out of you.

suna has been preoccupied with the upcoming inter-collegiate volleyball tournament. as a starter on the prestigious division 1 ejp raijin volleyball team, the arduous practices and pressure have been taking a heavier toll than expected on him.

as a result of this, suna has been incredibly distant in your relationship. he was always gone before you woke up in the morning and didn't return until after you fell asleep. every time you tried to plan a date or suggest something to do together, he somehow always cancels. it's always, "sorry i have to run some extra drills. maybe another day?"

it's exhausting putting this much effort into your relationship when it all seems in vain.

you've tried bringing this up to suna before, mentioning how you would like to spend more time together. but suna, being suna, always brushed it off. but there's only so much dismissal you can take.

you really miss your boyfriend.

but you're not sure he misses you the way you miss him.

"y/n you can't expect me to drop everything for you! like fuck, i have a life outside of you," he exclaims, snapping you back to the current argument at hand.

"i didn't say that, rin."

"that's what you're trying to say," he replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

you shake you head, lowering your voice. "i know volleyball always has and always will be a top priority for you but i just wish... well, it would be nice if you could put a bit of effort into our relationship."

"what if i don't even want to anymore..." he mumbles under his breath as he walks to the closet, grabbing a coat.

the rage in your heart and mind now simmer down to a feeling of dread and heartbreak. what?

as he turns around, he sends an icy glare at you. you've never seen this side of him and you refuse to let him see you crumble apart in front of him. you refuse to break down right now.

"you don't want to what, suna?" you look at him, tone icy cold. "go on. tell me."

the heated environment is making his mind all cloudy and he wants to end this conversation now.

"you know what i mean, y/n. i'm going out. don't call me."

the door opens and slams shut.

the moment the door closes, you're completely still. you're running on autopilot. you find yourself making a cup of tea and sitting at the dining table, looking at the empty, lifeless apartment sprawled in front of you.

subconsciously, the tears started to roll. i guess that's it then. i think i better start packing my things. i should be gone by the time he comes back home.

meanwhile, suna makes his way downtown to the bar where some of his volleyball friends had invited him out for a couple drinks. he opens the door to the bar and he can hear the familiar rowdiness of his friends.

"well, well, well, if it ain't the infamous sunarin from ejp," a familiar blonde comes running to him. "been too long since i've seen ya stupid ass."

"yeah yeah whatever asshole," suna slaps the back of atsumu and nods over at osamu who's sitting on the table. "it's good to see you both."

as suna and atsumu head to the table in the back with the rest of his friends, his mind can't help but linger back to the argument that he had with you. but he decides to shake his mind off it.

he's here to have fun with his friends right now. not be worried about you.

"you didn't bring y/n tonight?" komori, suna's teammate, asks. "i haven't seen them in a hot minute. what've they been up to?"

what have you been up to? he doesn’t know. when was the last time we both had an actual conversation? he doesn’t know. he doesn’t even know what's been going on in your life lately. fuck this is what y/n meant.

he forces a smile, masking the bitter thoughts playing in his mind. "they're good. just doing their classes and stuff."

"ah right, well bring them by sometime! it's been too long since i've seen them. they never fail to light up the room with their presence."

"yeah you're right."

he nods, taking small sips from the beer in front of him.

as the conversation and chaos ensue among his friends, his mind keeps drifting back to the memories of the argument he walked out on. his mind has cooled off and a sense of guilt starts to take over his body.

here he is having fun with his friends while you're at home all alone, waiting for him. you just wanted to spend time with him and here he was, finding comfort in other people other than you.

he tries to remember the last time you both had gone out together but he's drawing a complete blank. he can't even remember the last time he's kissed you or held you in his hands.

no wonder you've been feeling so lonely.

and in response, he just kept brushing you off until you blew up today. and to make matters worse, he walked out of the argument giving you no sense of reassurance or closure on the matter.

at the realization, suna shoots up out of his seat with flushed cheeks. the group turns to him.

"i gotta head out for the night. i gotta see my baby."

"get a fuckin' room sunarin," osamu shouts. the rest of the groups howls in agreement. "see ya."

he waves goodbye and starts trudging his way back to the shared apartment. he expects to find you asleep so he can crawl into bed with you and cuddle, never intending on letting you go.

so you can imagine the surprise when he opens the door and sees the bedroom light on and hears rustling noises. "baby?" he calls out. "y/n?"

he takes off his shoes and coat and walks to the bedroom. he starts to internally panic at the sight in front of him.

you have a couple of suitcases out filled with your clothes and belongings. at a glance, he can see that your side of the closet is almost empty. you've even taken down a couple of the decor pieces in the room that you bought but he was never particularly interested in. with your headphones in, you’re focused on packing, but what breaks him the most is seeing you wipe your eyes as you do so. why are you even packing? where are you going?

and then it hits him.

not only did he make it seem like he didn’t want to make this relationship work, but his actions have been driving you away. fuck, this was bad. he didn't mean any of it. he has to fix it or he's gonna lose the best thing in his life for good.

he goes over to you and taps your shorted and you yelp, startled by the 6'2" man, hovering above you.

"what the hell are you doing?" suna asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

you wipe your eyes. "i'm leaving."

"don't be ridiculous," he scoffs.

"ridiculous?" you laugh at the absurdity of his comment. "what's ridiculous is how you walk out of an argument not even wanting to work things out. what's ridiculous is how you just continue to put me aside like i’m some side piece."

he knows you’re hurting. and it’s all his fault.

he doesn’t know how to properly express everything he needs to say to you.

so in the heat of it all, he does what he thinks is the next best thing and kisses you.

you'd forgotten this feeling. his soft lips on yours and how they fit together just right. it's the softest kiss he's ever given to you and your heart swells at the gesture.

you pull away and you plop yourself on the floor to process what just happened.

right there and then, he looks at you. he really looks at you. he notices the way you have some baby hairs popping out and your cheeks feel warm from all that crying. he notices the way your eyes look slightly puffed out and the remnants of tears on your cheeks.

i'm the cause of this. this is all my fault.

"i’m sorry," he begins.

you sigh and look away mumbling to yourself. "you’ve said that before. it doesn’t change anything."

"and you’re right."

you look up at him, surprised by his admission. "w-what?"

"you’re absolutely right, y/n."

he crouches down to your level, resting his hand on your knee so he can look you in the eye.

"i shouldn't have made it seem i wasn't willing to put in the effort into making us work," he says, gesturing between you and him. "my actions and what i said to you a couple hours ago obviously made it seem that way and i'm an absolute dumbass for not picking up on it."

you’re silent. he searches your face, looking for any speck of emotion, but he still can’t read you. in the amount of time he's known you, you’ve always been the exception.

"i've been swamped with so much work lately and i know i need to do better. i spread myself so thin that i forgot to prioritize the things and the people that matter the most to me."

you're silent, unsure of what to say to him.

"i thought i was doing the best i could do until i realized i could be doing so much more for us and for you. i'm so sorry for not being here."

"i know rin," you whisper. finally, for the first time you look up from your lap to look at him. "it just felt like you didn't care about us anymore. you're the hardest worker i know but i just wish you were here sometimes."

"and i wouldn't be able to be that hard worker without your love and support, you know," his hand cups your cheek as he runs his thumb across the tear streaks on your face.

"i realize how absent i’ve been in our relationship lately and i can’t imagine how lonely you’ve been feeling. i want to make this relationship work with you. i know i suck at being sappy and shit but you really are my other half. no matter what it takes, i’ll make us work. i’ll fight for this relationship. i'll fight for us."

"oh, rin," you sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him in close for a hug. the tears begin to flow from your eyes.

he feels his eyes glaze over. he breathes in your familiar scent and feels a warmth he’s missed.

even after everything, you still love him.

he starts with a gentle kiss on your cheek, then starts peppering your face with soft kisses.

you let out a watery chuckle, making his heart skip a beat. he hasn't heard your laugh in forever and he swears to himself to never be the reason for your tears again.

"let's go to bed now baby. i've gotta cuddle away all the pain i've caused you."

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