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gaoau · 5 months

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rhythm

it's the color of her nonsense.

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some things can be blessings in disguise. sharing a class with [surname] was a curse in disguise.

suna had been slumping over his desk, fumbling with the snacks osamu had brought from the vending machine. it was a normal, regular morning—and a very early one at that. maybe he could doze off to the beat of the falling rain outside.

he groaned internally at the sound of a strumming guitar. who in their right mind would even dare play an instrument first thing in the morning? he looked up at osamu with half-lidded eyes devoid of emotion. osamu fixated on the back of the classroom.

suna stopped breathing for a second. if his suspicions were correct and [surname] was behind this, he would seriously consider skipping homeroom.

a girl cleared her throat as she walked to the front. shijiki misae, suna recognized her. she held a glue stick wrapped around her left palm. behind him, the guitar made hollow, echoey noises while being mishandled between friends.

"fellow classmates," shijiki began, "will you be so kind as to lend me yer—your eyes and ears?" terrible dialect. suna took it as a personal offense.

all eyes turned to her. the innocent glue stick hovered over her lips as a makeshift microphone. her energetic grin showed off her teeth.

"now that i have your attention, i would like to introduce ya to—dammit—introduce you to our rising star, [name]-chan!"

of course it was her. shijiki's hand motioned to [surname]'s seat at the back of the room. suna considered knocking himself out with his desk.

shijiki grabbed an empty chair and positioned it where it would stay within everyone's view. resonating in his ears, knocking sounds came from the guitar. "misa-chan," [surname]'s voice rose above the disarray of suffering guitar strings, "c'mon, stop it."

"play somethin' for us, [surname]-chan." that was a boy's voice. was this girl friends with everyone?

"i know only the basics. got bored of it real quick."

the sharp slap of a hand clapping atop clothed skin made suna flinch. he heard [surname] whisper out a whine, and osamu grimaced while hissing in sympathy.

this time, a different girl's voice chirped, "the basics s'enough! go, go!" and [surname] tripped into his field of vision.

with a smile painting her lips, [surname] settled on the chair shijiki had prepared for her. the guitar seemed to fit comfortably in her hand, but not quite perfectly; like a mistaken puzzle piece that clicked together and it took time to realize something was wrong. it belonged, but it didn't.

the pick in her hand glided across the six strings and she mumbled to herself, "is this tuned?" her left fingers fumbled with the fretboard. she zeroed in on it with an intense glare as she began playing.

the room fell silent and all eyes gazed forward at her. her music filled their ears.

suna wasn't by any means a music kid, but even he could recognize the same four chords being repeated in different patterns. [surname] used her voice to distract from her lack of knowledge in acoustic guitar. no words; just nonsense. her inexperience was a blessing in disguise.

whatever ya pa pa pa and bara bap bap meant in her head didn't matter as soon as they left her lips. her duru du du dududu's lulled him to sleep when they blended with the four chords he had already memorized. the rolling of her r's while she failed to add a bit of growl into her array of lyrical nonsense woke him back up.

she halted the reverberation of the strings upon making a mistake. shijiki initiated the claps of praise, inciting—and demanding—everyone around her to follow her.

"ya take requests?" asked the same boy as before.

[surname] grinned at him. the pick in her hand flicked at the fourth string. "i know, like, one song. and s'that riptide song." her words, lost within her sheepish giggles, didn't make much sense to suna. but they elicited collective groans of disgust across the classroom. her english sucked, too.

shijiki moved to stand next to her friend. her hand fell on [surname]'s shoulder. "c'mon, play it. i'll sing."

"yes, ma'am."

[surname]'s presence was both a blessing and a curse—more of a curse than a blessing, but the fact remained. her fingers danced on the fretboard, and suna wondered if they had come alive in that split second he blinked.

shijiki had a nice singing voice, compared to how grating it had sounded earlier as she hollered to catch everyone's attention. the boy that had requested the song joined in. sharing the glue stick, they sang harmoniously in english; words that had the same meaning in their heads and in whoever listened.

maybe, just maybe, [surname]'s lyrical nonsense had been more than a simple blessing.

the nail in the coffin was when some other girl, a friend of [surname]—but then again, who wasn't?—began drumming on her desk to the beat of the guitar. somehow, someway, almost the whole class became an 8am choir session.

he would miss out on osamu's snacks, but skipping homeroom for the whole year seemed like a very tempting idea. suna tried burying his face into his arms to pretend they were his pillow back home. he would curse that boy's name forever if he remembered it.

the drumming died out first, and the voices followed suit. suna concluded [surname]'s guitar and her lara la la's were, in fact, a blessing in disguise. they both faded slowly and kindly, until all that was left was pleasant silence and peace. he didn't notice his eyes closing.

he snapped them wide open when osamu nudged him. a curse almost slipped from his lips, but he bit his tongue in time at the feeling of needles on his skin. he met [surname]'s eyes and the cat's dilating pupils.

she smiled as they shrank. "good mornin', suna-kun. didja like my playing?" her voice had been softer from far away.

suna stared up at her with half a mind to simply ignore her. he shared a glance with a very confused osamu. [surname]'s unblinking pupils only sharpened by the second.

he shrugged his shoulders, straightening his posture. "it was good, i guess? i don't know about music."

"neither do i, to be honest." suna realized her smile forced her lids to close. he felt more comfortable when she didn't look at him. her eyes seemed to burn.

"it sure didn't look like it."

laughter spilled like her lyrical nonsense. it sounded the same way one would read ahahaha! over text. "i really just know the basics. y'know, scales and such. and only one song relyin' solely on muscle memory."

"cool." there wasn't much else he could say. and if there was, suna didn't know.

he met osamu's frowning gaze as it switched between [surname] and him. he was probably asking him something through that twin telepathy he only shared with atsumu. suna was as clueless as him regardless of what the question was.

[surname]'s staring was unnerving. her unblinking eyes cut straight on through like a knife driving into his chest. he wanted to tug it off and tear it away to breathe again.

"do you… need anything?"

the air returned to him as she jerked back into reality. "right, yeah! i've a color for ya!"

osamu's sheer confusion was almost tangible. suna saw how he cocked a brow and looked up at [surname] with curiosity. she dug her right hand into her pocket; if she noticed the glances the two were sharing, she ignored them.

her fingers wrapped around suna's wrist with warmth and kindness. he startled at the contact. she forced his palm open and placed on it the guitar pick she had been using. the color contrasted against his pale skin.

"there ya go. rhythm." she was grinning. suna was glad she was grinning. her eyes were small like this.

suna blinked down at the pick. "uh." he craned his neck upwards slowly. "what now?"

"this color." her index finger tapped twice on his palm. "it's called rhythm. s'a… lyrical, if ya will, shade of lilac. i think it fits."

"it's grey. bluish grey."

[surname] giggled. her hands linked behind her back. "grayish purplish blue, actually. 'm not gonna shove ya into colors like erin or electric lime just like that. takes time."

what was the difference between grayish blue and bluish grey? her words only made sense in her head. once they fell out of her mouth and flooded the room, they were all the same shade of nonsense. lyrical nonsense.

"uh, you were serious about the whole… teaching colors thing…?" suna hesitated before meeting her intense gaze again.

osamu let a short, inquisitive hum escape him.

[surname] didn't seem to care. she blinked at an inconsistent pace. "why wouldn't i? you can give it a shot."

"i don't think i care enough, uh—"

"[surname]." he knew that.

"yeah, [surname]. sorry, not my thing."

"i promise i'll be outta yer hair as soon as you learn a thing or two from me."

"a little pretentious on that front, don't you think?"

[surname] blinked once, her head tilting. "nothin' wrong with just a taste of what ya paid for, suna-kun, i can teach ya more than you could take in."

"sounds tiring."

"so does monotony." it felt as if he would melt before her eyes any second. the smile on her lips was soft and small; her gaze wasn't. "have a good day, suna-kun," she lilted as she threw a wave behind her shoulder.

he watched [surname] return to her friends, falling prey to shijiki's tight hug. her eyes closed when she laughed. suna pocketed the guitar pick in his hand.

osamu cleared his throat, successfully catching his attention. one of his brows was higher than the other. he glanced between [surname] at the back and suna in front of him. "so?" he required an explanation—rightfully so.

"i don't know, dude." suna shrugged, sprawling across his desk again. "she just came up to me, said gainsboro, and left. i'm surprised she didn't catch a cold."

the number of questions in osamu's head only grew.

april loved crying more than it loved dressing up with blooming colors. the previous day's rain didn't appear to be nearly enough for the bitter winter. this time, the droplets seemed to hammer down on the cement one after the other and all at the same time. scorching lightning flashed in the distance; thunder followed.

suna's umbrella clicked as it locked in place. he rested its shaft on his shoulder and headed out into the rain, hearing it smiting down on the black nylon. the clouds out of reach from him were much darker than the soft gainsboro he had learned.

he stared for a second too long and his mind wandered off. rhythm. his fingers found the guitar pick in his pocket. as he pulled it out, he snickered at himself for even calling it that. it was just grey, nothing fancy.

his eyes flickered to compare the pick to the clouds in the distance. if he tried hard enough, there was a bit of resemblance. but he didn't care for trying that much.

a chuckle fell from his lips while he shook his head to himself. both were grey, anyway. [surname]'s words swam through his ears again, grayish purplish blue, actually. the lack of pink petals in his scenery didn't bother him.

[surname] was a curse that followed him wherever he went. she seemed to like hanging out on the bench underneath the rain—being her, she probably had a favorite bench she always sat on. her umbrella was clear and see-through, shielding her body from the pouring water.

her neck craned up as she stared at the drops dripping onto the transparent canopy. lightning struck when suna came to a halt parallel to her. [surname] hummed to the beat of the rain, counting down the seconds until thunder rumbled. her numbers morphed into more of her lyrical nonsense.

suna sighed while shuffling closer to her. he used his thumb to flip the guitar pick like a coin, letting it fall onto her black skirt. [surname] stabbed him and for a moment he almost recoiled. she didn't blink. he regretted approaching her without a plan.

her gaze softened as she opened her mouth. "whatcha think of rhythm?" she blurted out; much like everything she said, it rang like nonsense to him.

"if i'm being honest, the clouds right now reminded me of it." he used his head to motion to the sky.

[surname] looked up. a smile stretched across her lips, shrinking her eyes. "ah, wouldn't call that rhythm. s'more a gradient from gainsboro to dim grey, davy's grey maybe, to jet."

"i'm surprised i know two of those colors."

"i'm askin' in general."

"what?"

"whatcha think of rhythm in general?" her nails drummed on the shaft of her umbrella. her eyes locked with his. "a strong, regular repeated pattern of movement or sound. some people like jazz, some people like classical. the rhythm, the beat, the tempo. not a music gal, anyway. how 'bout ya?"

"it's fine, i guess? i'm not a music dude either."

"we've established that."

suna hated the look in her eyes. what were they so intense for? he felt like he could sink through the vast sky and crumble into pieces right before her. as if she were gazing on at something only she could see. dark pupils that resembled the abyss, giving a look he couldn't ignore.

[surname] smiled warmly at him. she was looking at him with soft eyes. she flicked the guitar pick towards him, giving him little time to barely catch it. "see ya tomorrow, suna-kun."

her fingers waved faintly as a goodbye. suna blinked at her as she turned her attention up to the sky. he gave her a hesitant nod before resuming his walk home. her humming flooded his ears, following the rhythm of the rain on her umbrella.

#is there color in your world?#Haikyuu #Suna Rintarou #Suna Rintarou x Reader #Suna x Reader #Haikyuu x Reader

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desbravandookp · 2 years

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