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「 CRY FOR ME 」 ♡ ACT V : SAFETY NET

PAIRING : Suna Rintarō x Reader.

GENRE : Angst. Smut.

TAGS/WARNINGS : NSFW. Fake Dating. Unrequited Love. Profanity. Enemies (not really) to Lovers. Friends with Benefits. Not very canon compliant.

SYNOPSIS : You have been in love with your best friend Sakusa Kiyoomi for as long as you can remember. The problem? He is in love with somebody else. And for you to snag even the tiniest bit of his affections, it seems like you would willingly go through drastic measures.. Even if it means teaming up with his lifelong rival, Suna Rintarō

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His lips were molded to yours, calloused palms kneading the soft flesh of your barely covered thighs as he rocks you over his clothed erection. A teasing grin pushes its way on his lips when you lean in to capture it between yours, only for him to tilt his head sideways—sucking on the skin of your neck with a small smile. You frown in disappointment, hips pushing against his even harder to feel the hard outline of his cock.

Throwing his head back, he laughs at you breathlessly, "Fuck. 'm sorry, pretty girl."

Without response, you continue rocking against him—hands flat on his shoulders with your head limply swaying side to side as he eyes you with a dark look. Fingers getting closer to the hem of your shirt, cold digits press on your stomach—inching higher and higher until it's slipping beneath the cup of your worn out bra.

He's leaned back on the couch, barely exerting any effort as he makes you work for it by yourself—the shallow breaths escaping his parted lips and the relentless open-mouthed kisses on your jaw telling you he's enjoying himself despite the lazy look plastered on his face. He hums against your skin every time your hips would stutter, filthy praises falling from his mouth as he encourages you to keep going. Your insides burn with so much need, stomach fluttering almost painfully at the effect his words have on you.

Catching a glance at your abandoned phone lying on the other side of the couch, you hesitantly start pulling yourself away from his grasp—an action which he responded to by gripping your breast and waist even tighter.

"Rin," you choke out the words, hips continuing their languid movements despite your refusal. "We need to stop," you weakly say, moans slipping out as he thrusts upwards to meet your needy motions. "I–I have t–to—fuck, I have to go, Rin."

"Stay with me," he whispers on your neck, hugging you closer to him and running a finger down your spine. When he sits back up properly, he eyes you curiously—quietly watching the contemplation passing through your eyes with a sly grin. Noticing you aren't hopping off of him any time sooner, he pushes himself back up to properly kiss you—mouth moving against yours in a steady rhythm with a satisfied hum.

He bounced his thigh lightly, hands pushing you back just far enough for his fingers to slip beneath your skirt—palms cupping your heated sex before pulling the material sideways, long fingers swirling your clit between his.

"Rinnie," you gasp, the length of his fingers easing gently inside you, stretching you out properly as you arch towards him—teeth tugging your bottom lip with a growl as you slowly start to rut yourself against his hand, riding and bouncing as it hits a spot inside you over and over.

"Rinnie," he mocks you with a chuckle, nosing your neck and pressing feathery kisses everywhere. Leaning back, he watches the look on your face—red lipstick smudged like a painting along the corners of your lips and your eyes flutter open and close with every twitch of your thighs. "Don't feel like going anymore, yeah?"

You groan at him then, hands tugging him upwards so you can connect your lips together—him swallowing the loud moans you'd be embarrassed if you knew just exactly how it sounds. His other hand is wrapped around your waist, fingers drumming along your sides as he whispers a mantra of good girl to your parted lips—the prettiest shape of o forming that he can't help but slot his tongue into.

However, just as you feel yourself trembling—insides burning as a familiar sensation builds inside you, the familiar ring of your phone pulls him away from you. Jaw clenching as he watches you reach over, his hand following your movements as he refuses to take them out of your heat.

"H–hey," you stutter against the phone, teeth harshly biting your lower lip as you try to contain the pleasure choking you. The cold touch of his rings makes you wince as it bumps harshly on your clit—a gentle hand on your arm that holds the phone to your ears makes way for goosebumps to rise across your skin.

"I'm on the way," the familiar voice of the grey-haired twin echoes through your device, calm and unsuspecting of the scene on the other side of the line.

"Hang up," Rin orders you with a whisper as he kisses your earlobe gently, nose nuzzling your hair as he presses you even closer to him—if that was even possible. "Please, baby," the way he softly asks you, making an unconscious hum to leave your tightly bitten lips. The fingers inside you scissor gently, prying you open and making you cream all over his knuckles with a tight hold around your waist. His grip is possessive, strong and firm like he’s determined to not let you go on your promised job-hunting with Osamu. You wonder if he’d been like this with her before too. If he was as clingy and possessive. Or if this was a thing he did to everyone he's ever been with.

"S-samu I– I don't think I can make it," you weakly mumble on the phone, forehead falling against Suna's as he watches your expression with a smirk—reaching up every few seconds to peck your lips gently before returning to watch the moisture that collects along your eyes.

Silence passed on the other side of the line, a response brewing in the air with his light breathing being the only thing you could hear. After a few more beats, a voice asks you in disbelief, "Don't tell me Suna's fucking you right now."

Your cheeks heat up at the comment, mind trying to find an excuse as fast as you can to deny the statement. However, just as you were about to open your mouth, Suna chuckles beneath you—pushing his fingers even deeper in you as he leans to reply on the device by your ear.

"Yeah," he casually says with a laugh, silencing your protests with a thumb circling against your clit. "Now stop bothering us, 'Samu, would you?"

You hear Osamu click his tongue in disbelief, "Suna give her a break would ya?"

Which Suna replies to with a shake of his head, free hand cupping your cheeks before leaning in to press a kiss—sly grin on his face as he watches you blush from the action. "Can't fucking help it with her even if I tried."

"You're down bad, man," Osamu feigns disappointment, the smile in his words as he says that causing both pain and butterflies to erupt in your stomach—a usual occurrence whenever your relationship would be brought up by your mutual friends.

If only they knew.

"Yeah?" Suna mindlessly asks, tongue licking a wet stripe on the base of your throat before lightly biting on it.

"Yeah," Osamu repeats in affirmation before bidding a quick goodbye to both of you—mumbling something about telling 'Tsumu about the incident with a laugh before hanging up.

Almost as soon as he does, Suna is laying you down on the couch—body hovering against yours as he angles his arms for better access, speed building up as he pumps his fingers inside of you. You're a whimpering mess, tears staining the corners of your eyes as you feel him press against that gummy spot inside you without fail.

"Pretty baby close?" He coos at you, head dipping down to kiss one of your exposed nipples and lightly sucking on it before pulling away again to watch as your face contorts in unimaginable pleasure.

"Yeah, yeah, Rin, please," you cry out to him, fingers gripping his arms tightly as you feel your whole body shake and twitch from the building heat in your stomach.

"Please what?" He teases you, hands wrapping lightly around your throat as his thumbs run over your bottom lip—freeing it from your harsh bite on the flesh. "Use your big words, princess."

"M-more more!" you gasp against his fingers, arms reaching up to hug him to you as you desperately look for the feeling of his lips moving against yours. "Gonna cum, Rin—fuck, please, please gonna—wanna cum, Rin, please."

"Mhm, yeah, yeah," he smirks against the kiss, fingers tangled in your hair as he pushes his skilled fingers deeper, faster, harder. "Let go, baby. Make a mess for me, yeah? Pretty baby can do that?"

He knows you can't respond anymore, mind blank and breathing heavy but he laughs at the way you enthusiastically nod anyway. A few more pumps paired with a hungry kiss to your swollen lips, you feel the way your insides clench against his fingers—he feels it too, thumb flicking your clit faster until you're squirting all over his arms with a scream.

"Fuck," he breathes out, eyes never leaving your spasming cunt before locking eyes with your hazy ones. He pulls you up gently against him, figuring you probably wouldn't be able to move with how tired and limp you look against his couch. "You okay?"

Nodding against him, you nuzzle into his chest as he lifts you up to go to the bathroom—sitting you down on the toilet as he reached a wet towel for you to clean yourself up with.

"You keep getting your way with me," you grumble with a groan, hands wiping your thighs with the cloth as the consequences of what just happened dawn on you. "We should've stopped then."

"You liked it," he makes a point with you as he wets his fingers on the sink before running it over his hair. "Why do you need to look for a job anyway?"

"Because I'm gonna start going broke without one?" you ask as if it was a question, joining him on the sink where you grab the toothbrush you leave in his place.

"I'd take care of you," he shrugs absent-mindedly, holding the hem of your shirt before pulling it up your arms—tossing one of his shirts at you in the process. You knew he'd meant it as a joke. He probably didn't even pay much attention to what he said and neither did he seem to be that much interested. Yet, you still couldn't help the butterflies that almost painfully flutter around your stomach.

Having all of Suna's attention to yourself was an incredible feeling. The envious stares you get when you're outside the safe corners of your bedrooms do not go unnoticed. If you were in the same position as them, you probably would be too. It's rare to find Suna Rintarō giving his undivided focus, and to be on the receiving side of it does make a weird feeling of pride swell in your chest.

When your gaze would connect beyond the shadows of the act that the both of you play, you would be reminded of the songs that fill the room whenever his lips were on yours—smooth, wet, intoxicating. The creak of the bed and the moisture that lingers in the air with yours and his scent floating and filling your senses. The dents on your wall caused by your headboard, the feeling of his fingers between your thighs as he drives you to wherever it is you both decided to escape to for the night.

You knew of those who fell for him only to be left heartbroken in the end and you are reminded of the deal that rings overbearingly like an alarm every time you would look at him—but you didn’t care. Not when you're drunk in him—the way he'd pin you on the couch the moment you've opened the doors, fucking and pounding until your mind was cloudy and sit you on his lap with small kisses to your shoulders when your mutual friends would invite you out.

To say you wouldn't catch feelings was an easy thing to say.

But it had been anything but easy since the first night you shared together.

You couldn't even remember the last time you were seriously troubled by something other than Sakusa. You were so used to simply going along with the flow, blending in with the crowd, doing what everybody else is doing, paying no attention to things and not making a big deal out of everything. But now, your heart feels like beating out of your chest with every kiss you share—a foreign and unwelcomed feeling you couldn't help but enjoy.

The days after that night were… refreshing, for the lack of better term. It was to the point of euphoria that you were seriously comfortable in the presence of someone—a time where your unrequited love and hurt for the man you call your best friend are nothing but fleeting memories and lingering feelings passing through the air like a breeze and going unnoticed.

All because you were too enamored in the storm that is Suna Rintarō.

His presence isn't magic. The hole that eats you up inside when you're alone in your bed at night still swallows you whole—tearing at every piece of your being. The same pain when images of Yura and Sakusa would flash through your mind still cause you sleepless nights—especially when you think about how you haven't been speaking to each other for months.

Yet all of those get erased like a sky clearing off of the dark clouds after the rain when you're with Suna.

Somehow, everything about Kiyoomi is lost on you when you’re with Suna. He doesn’t even have to talk much but your thoughts are full of him. It’s a bit crazy considering what kind of image you’ve always had in your head when it comes to him. Least to say, you didn’t think you would ever grow fond of this man, much less be able to kiss him and sleep with him every single time you wanted to.

Since the first night, the deal you sealed together became a silent agreement of the things that happen in your relationship. The rule was so simple—to never catch feelings, and it was easy enough for both of you to agree on. After all, what harm would being fuck buddies do? Especially for people like both of you who've always had a fair share of people they've brought and taken in your beds every single weekend.

There's none.

There's supposed to be none.

Until he's more than just a guy on your bed.

It wasn’t that Suna became a completely different person, it's only that you weren't able to get to know him a lot sooner. After months with him, you could tell—how he’s a bit more talkative now, eyes glinting with amusement and emotions you didn’t see in the first few weeks of your arrangements. You didn't know when the way he cracks stupid jokes and teases you with the straightest look on his face became endearing but it puts a smile on your face every single time. His music taste is vast and greatly aligning with your own, causing a great start of joint Spotify sessions whenever you both feel like it.

It was almost like two pieces of a puzzle fit together—everything falling apart to where they should be.

Nevertheless, you knew your feelings were more to blame rather than the overused excuses of him giving mixed signals you couldn't decipher. You just couldn’t help the way his kisses burn into your skin, leaving an imprint of the affection you could only wish was actually reserved for you.

It almost leaves a bitter taste in your mouth—the thought of how much more he could offer someone he truly loves when a mere stranger like you already feels as if on cloud nine.

It's almost unbelievable how you look for him even when you knew nobody would be looking. The feeling of his hands on yours without a witness had become way too normal for the both of you to the point that it's unsettling to think about. Since when was regularly texting a norm for fake dating couples? It had been a few months since this whole thing started too but why do both of you keep going along with the act? Even with the fact that it wasn't doing much to help both of your situations anyway?

Why does neither of you ever bother to bring attention to the questions hanging in the air?

Suna's probably just way too considerate to tell you to stop hanging on the thread of false hope and the stupid feelings you're harboring for him. He's always been that way. Subtle but sweet advances are hard to miss when you're on the receiving end. It's also the reason why he’s letting you rest your legs on his thighs as he watches a crime mystery film on the television in front of him.

After bailing on your supposed meet-up with Osamu for job-hunting, here you are on Suna's couch—back resting on the arm of the furniture with your legs stretched over him.

“Can we stop watching that?” you grumble quietly while moving your leg slightly against his—shaking it gently as you find yourself complaining about his choice of film.

“You’re not even watching, you’re just staring at me,” he notes with a pointed look, making heat creep up from your neck to your cheeks as you grow flustered at his statement.

Sitting up from your position on the arm of the couch, you almost bite back and deny that you weren't (even though you really are) but then he beats you to it by speaking up again, fingers intertwining with your, “Do you want to go for a run?”

You immediately crinkle your nose at the thought, not finding his suggestion to be amusing at all. You hate running, always have. Not even Omi can drag you to do it with him because he knows how much you...despise it. You mustn’t have realized the amount of distaste present in your features because Suna immediately starts chuckling upon watching the look on your face, “You hate it that bad?”

“Rin, I don’t run," you glare at him. "And the only exercise I ever do is the one done in bed—if it can even be considered as one," you run your fingers through your hair, sighing in exasperation at the mere thought of the activity. The idea of getting sweaty makes you grimace. However, Suna looks at you with determination in his eyes—intent to make you go through it with a strong will.

“Then since you like challenges so much, how about I make it fun?" he slowly gets closer to you. "You win against me in a race, maybe I’ll… exercise in bed with you too,” he leans to you, breath fanning your face as he smirks at you. His voice is hoarse when he says that, eyes boring into you intensely as he proposes a challenge that surely did sound inviting to you.

“I get the feeling you’re only saying that because you know I’m not going to win against you," you turn your shoulder to him, lips pushing out on a pout which he easily smoothes over with his thumb.

He holds fluent eye contact with you, amused and glinting with mischief as you slowly soften against him in submission—helpless at the sight of him inches away from your lips.

In contrast to his look at the party—all suave and sexy, this version of Suna Rintarō almost looks boyish. The strands of his slightly longer hair falling across his forehead and touching the bridge of his sharp nose. White shirt and black track pants he’s sporting doing a lot to bring you back to your high school and university days when all he did was skate around the park.

“I didn’t take you for one who easily gives up," he shakes his head at you, eyebrows raising as he continues to force an agreement out of you.

"It's not 'easily'. You’re an Olympic athlete!" you cry out to him, laughing a little as you jokingly hit his arm and chest with light punches—only for him to wrap his palms around your enclosed fist, encasing it on his own as he stares at you intensely in silence.

A beat or two passes, you looking at him until you feel yourself slowly sighing and giving in, "Fine, whatever."

The look of triumph that grazed his face when the words leave your mouth almost makes you want to punch him in frustration at the way you’re being so easily swayed. But despite all that, the butterflies that erupt in your stomach still overpowers everything else at the flash of smile he gives you—face leaning it to close the gap between both of you in a quick peck.

"Good girl."

You don't know how many laps it's been—sweat trickling down your temples as you draw quick shallow breaths despite the pain shooting up your leg. Looking at your side, the exhaustion melts away from you as you look at the shock on Suna's face—eyes wide and unbelieving as you slowly catch up to him from the side. Maybe you did forget to mention that you could actually be good at something if you had the right determination for it.

And with his proposal, who are you to slack off?

Reaching the final lap, he looks at you with wide eyes as his fingers point towards you in accusation. "You're cheating."

Sitting down from your previously laying position on the grass, you clutch your stomach as you struggle to breathe from the mixture of laughter and exhaustion. “How do you cheat in a race like this, you idiot!" you speak between laughter, lightly slapping his arm beside you in disbelief. "Besides, you literally won.”

"You play dirty tricks," his voice takes a knowing and teasing tone, a ghost of smile on his lips as he watches you frown. "Can never be too sure of what to expect."

"What does that even mean?"

"It means," he grins at you, arms snaking around your waist with fingers digging into the flesh before continuing. "You fucking drive me mad."

That was the last thing he says before he connects your lips together—pulling you up until you're sitting on his lap and straddling him against the trunk of the tree you’re both leaning on. Hand traveling to push the sticky hair away from your face, his fingers rub into your cheekbones as he kisses you sloppily—almost messy as you both try to match each other's eagerness. He hums right in your mouth when he feels your warm tongue slip in, granting access as he gently bites it.

Swimming in the pool of desire filling your head, you try to search for the motive behind kisses and moments like this. Despite the fact that it had been a regular thing for both of you, you can’t help but wonder what all of these means to him. Maybe Yura's somewhere nearby and he's trying to spur her jealousy—kissing you with such desire. If it wasn’t her then maybe one of her friends was around to see. The thought doesn’t seem that far from reality, considering how the park you’re currently in is just a few weeks away from Kiyoomi's neighborhood.

But then how would you explain the meetings and whispers of affection in the corners of your bedrooms? In a place where your only witness was the four walls surrounding the space? When you think about it like that, you slowly allow yourself to keep your hopes up with Suna. Perhaps he truly just enjoyed your company and craved your kisses. Maybe like this, you could fall freely, knowing a safety net would be there to catch you.

But what happens when it isn't what you thought it was? When the "safety net" is nothing but an illusion?

No matter how you go around the idea, searching for the real reasons behind the kisses, the sex, the hand holding—it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, stomach churning at the possibilities. Of the reality that you couldn’t win in the game you were intent on starting.

Thoughts clouded with emotions along with the choking feeling on your throat, you slowly pull away from Suna just as he's starting to lean his weight to yours—whispering his name against his lips to get his attention.

"People are staring," you mumble, eyes downcast as you untangle your hands from his hair with arms falling to your sides. He stares at you for a moment, trying to connect your eyes—possibly so he could see the real reasons beneath the lies you’re feeding him. But seeing your refusal, stubbornly keeping up with whatever act it is you’re trying to do, he lets it slide—standing up to offer a hand to you instead.

"Let's go for a drink," he deadpans, emotions blank like your sudden switch in mood is rubbing off of him.

He drives the both of you to the café, the same one where this whole deal started, as he refuses to let you drive his car again—your constant reassurance of not crashing it falling on deaf ears. The silence brews in the car and it isn't the comfortable kind. Your nerves eat at you, fingers fidgeting as you shuffle on your seat—trying to find a position that doesn't make you want to pull all your hair out.

A soft melody plays on his stereo. His eyes on the road with one hand on the wheel while the other on the gear. Gaze falling on one of them, you couldn’t help but take notice of the familiar silver band with black outlines sitting on his ring finger. He never takes it off. Ever. Not even when he’s sliding the curtains of the shower and joining you inside, or when he’s knuckle-deep into your warmth, or when he’s caressing your hand as it rests on his lap.

It's almost as if it's a part of him. A direct part of his body that he couldn't live without.

It fits him. Looks sophisticated and elegant on his long fingers. Yet knowing the history behind it, you couldn’t help but slightly grimace—mouth opening to ask a question you knew you would regret and ignoring the bile rising on your throat.

"You," you begin with a shaky voice, clearing your throat immediately as you try to form coherent words. "You must really love her, don't you?"

His head snaps to you at that, gaze following your own before it lands on his decorated finger. He doesn’t answer you immediately, hands maneuvering the car to a turn before he sighs heavily, fingers running through his hair. "I told you. It’s nothing like that."

A fire burns in you; a hope. A foolish one. "Then are you saying you don’t love her?"

"We weren’t together, YN," he shifts in his seat, eyes trained on the road.

"That's not what I asked," The fire extinguished all too quickly.

When he doesn't answer you a second time, you know you've gotten your answer—stomach churning in response as you tip your head down to hide the expression on your face. Stupid. You're so goddamn stupid.

"I met her third year of high school," he begins, avoiding the topic by telling you the slightest bit of truth behind the mystery that ties him with her. "It was fun. Fuck, it was crazy. One night turned to two, three, until I couldn't fucking count it anymore. She was just always waking up beside me."

"So, the both of you were—"

"Like you and me now," he nods tightly, grip on the gear tightening like a painful memory passes over him. "Friends with benefits, fuck buddies, whatever you want to call it. That's it, YN. I told you we weren't together," he chuckles unamusedly to himself, almost bitterly as he recalls all of it.

It was almost like you couldn't breathe, throat tight and dry as you endure hearing the words falling from the very same lips that roam every inch of your skin. It felt like needles to your skin, pricking and digging into your flesh as you imagine what that Suna must have been like. Your eyes sting at the fact that Yura was once also on the receiving end of Suna's affections then while having all of Sakusa's now. The images flashing in your mind over and over again until your lips draw blood from how tight you've been biting it.

Perhaps you weren’t meant to win. Maybe you were just the villain in a story where she shines brightly as a star. The cloud obstructing the view.

"It's probably not even close to what you and Sakusa have. But," he continues before stopping himself—refusing to say any more than he already did just as he pulls up on the parking space of the café.

But what? You weren't sure you wanted to hear the answer.

Almost immediately upon entering, Suna's hands back on yours as he tugs you to his side, a familiar voice calls out to both of you—your eyes falling on a certain blonde-haired man with his twin beside him.

Faced with the blonde's enthusiasm, Suna rolls his eyes as Atsumu drags him to seat on the empty seat beside him, the latter wrapping an arm around your fake boyfriend's shoulder with a small shake. "Ahhh," Atsumu trails off, grin wide on his face as he eyes Suna knowingly. "That's why ya haven't been around recently, eh? Too busy with yer girl? Can't get enough of 'er, huh?"

Heat spreads through your cheeks without warning, eyes diverting elsewhere so you don’t have to watch the expression painting Suna's face—if he was annoyed or giving further evidence of the fact that you were busy with each other to Atsumu. Looking around, you catch Akaashi pushing both Hinata and Bokuto forward with a tray on his hand who then smiles apologetically upon noticing you—taking the vacant seat beside you as he arranges the variety of drinks on the table.

“We weren’t supposed to come here but since Shōyō caught ya on the way, we figured we’d chill here instead,” Hinata nods rather excitedly as Atsumu explains, their bickering turning to background noise as you purposely ignore it as a result of the building headache catching up to you.

Looking around, your gaze lands on a grey-haired man, eyes widening in realization as you remember the earlier events of today.

"Sorry about earlier," you tell Osamu apologetically with a whisper, taking advantage of the way Suna chats and catches up with his other friends—leaving no chance for him to go into full detail about what happened a few hours ago. Watching Osamu, you slowly shy away from his raised eyebrows—an implication that he knows exactly of the reasons behind you bailing out on your appointment with him.

Sensing the nervousness on your face, Osamu laughs lightheartedly, nodding at you with a smile. "Don't worry about it. It's fine."

Quickly changing the topic, you engage in light conversations with everyone—taking sips from your juice as you nod and laugh along with the others. The minutes pass by in a breeze, sounds of glass and ice against each other filling the millisecond silence between friends who are preoccupied catching up with each other. You feel Suna's glance on you every once in a while, a small gesture to make sure you're not uncomfortable being surrounded by your mutual friends. With a small smile, you meet his gaze across the table—nodding gently to assure him which he returns with a tight nod.

“Well," Hinata suddenly asks with wide eyes full of wonder, making everyone stop in their conversations as his voice cuts through the noise. "When are we going to tell them what we really came here for?” he asks almost innocently, the realization slowly dawning on the rest of the guys at the table while you and Suna look at each other in confusion. Suna raises an eyebrow at them—urging them to continue.

“Actually,” Osamu begins, wiping his mouth with a tissue before placing his arms on the table. “The reason Kageyama isn’t here is because he’s getting things ready.”

“For what?” Suna asks for both of you, even though knowing him, you were pretty much sure he already has a vague idea on what it really means.

“He’s inviting people over for a stay in the new cabin he bought!” Atsumu grins to you in anticipation, the realization catching up to you much later as you slowly understand what it means.

Weeks alone with Suna right as you were struggling to come to terms with the feelings boiling inside you. Not to mention the fact that you had to put a face in front of everyone—staying right by his side as you swallow the pain of having to be so close to someone who didn't want you nearly as much as his previous fuck buddy. You would’ve given your answer right away—a fast and quick no. The problem is, you weren’t invited alone and as a pretend couple, you had a responsibility to wait for his response as well. Looking at him from beneath your lashes, you silently ask for his decision in a wordless gesture.

Everyone at the table must have noticed your hesitation—Hinata in particular, seeing as the next words he spoke were an attempt in convincing you. Completely unaware and oblivious to the weight of the real situation.

"Omi-san and Yura-chan already agreed too!" He exclaims at you, fingers clasped in front of him at the table. The orange-haired guy must have thought it would be a nice chance for you to hang out with your best friend and his girl—possibly go on a double date and use it as a chance to get closer. But the situation knocks all the air out of you, a humorless laugh almost slipping past your lips at the absurdity of it all.

Being stuck with your beloved best friend who happens to be ignoring you, your fake boyfriend who you're developing weird feelings for, and the girl they both love surely does sound like the perfect recipe for torturing you.

So you had to endure watching Omi with his hands around Yura, gazes locked on each other as Suna wraps his around you—his eyes on hers too as the rest of the boys look back at you in pity. It was inevitable now. Whatever thought and excuse you were making up in your head all but effective in the situation you're suddenly being put through.

You regret ever looking up to watch the expression on Suna's face—suddenly perking up with an answer of the tip of his tongue the moment Hinata finished speaking. It was almost as if everything fell in all the right places for him. A ray of light. A silver lining. The solution to months of barely making progress.

"Omi-san and Yura will be a few days late though, I think—right?" Bokuto asks Akaashi who then slightly nods back in response. "I believe they—"

"We'll go," Suna cuts Bokuto off, your eyes closing as you hear Atsumu and Hinata cheer in response.

The universe betrays you. It was like you’re in a joke that never seems to find its end—one you were supposed to enjoy but couldn’t find in yourself to do so.

Of course, he wouldn't disagree. It was the perfect chance, the best opportunity. Both of you coming along means Yura and Sakusa are unable to escape the sight of the show you’re about to play out just for them. You figured you should've been happy about this too. In your head, you know that this is what you wanted. But somehow, when you do think about the millions of ways the trip could go about, you feel nothing but the nauseating feeling that makes you want to stand up and leave the table.

It's almost funny. How he didn’t even think twice about saying yes the moment the pair's name leaves Hinata's mouth. Without thinking about it another minute—no, even another second longer. Maybe if he did he would've been able to see the way yourself crumbling beneath the smile you're forcing. He would have been able to tell immediately. One look at you and he'd have it all figured out but he didn't really need to think it through, did he?

Who would have thought you'd be dreading having to spend weeks with the couple you’re trying to break up, not because of them but because you would rather lose everything than ever have to watch both Sakusa and Suna in the mercy of another woman.

The longer you search for answers, the more you find possible answers that you didn't want to believe. For now, at least, you'll settle on pretending. You'll keep playing the act possibly until you're reduced to ashes and worry about the consequences after.

Whatever these funny feelings inside you mean, you'll deal with them when you have to. Right now, you'll take it one step at a time—slowly, carefully trudging through the web of uncertainties until you have your answers.

This trip had the possibility to ruin everything you've built these past few years, whether you like it or not. It seems you're just too weak and fragile in the face of love. But if there’s only one thing you could be sure of, it's that you won't make it easy for any of them. Even if the price you had to pay was complete surrender of both of the men you've ever had feelings for, you'd get out of this whole—you'd accept whatever outcome the heavens have laid out for you.

At least that’s what you planned to do.

The cold air of the wind chilling your bones as you sit on the passenger seat of Suna's car is the first slap to your face—the first indication that tells you it was a bad idea to even agree coming to this. You had been able to take it the first hour but as the time stretches longer than you initially thought, the shivers that rack your body are anything but unnoticeable. You've been trying to hide it, put on a brave front in front of Suna who remains indifferent to the low temperature of his surroundings.

He realizes soon enough, reaching over to turn the temperature higher in an attempt to warm you up. His hand covers your shivering ones, entangling it with his warm fingers before bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss—landing it on your lap after a few pecks on every finger.

"You feeling okay, princess? Want my jacket?" he glances at you quickly, gaze apologetic for realizing it much later than he should have.

"No, it’s fine," you assure him with a squeeze on his hand, goosebumps littering your skin as his fingers graze your inner thigh. "I have my own, it's okay. I'm just not too used to the cold."

Leaning on the window, you slowly close your eyes—focusing your mind on other things except for the fact that you want nothing more than for this car ride to be over. He doesn’t reply to you after that, music from his phone filling the silence as he continues driving.

That silence gets broken with Suna's voice, a monotonous tone accompanying his voice, "You've been acting weirdly since that day we got invited."

You still at his words, eyes snapping open as you look for excuses. Just as you believed you were being discreet about it, here he comes reading you like an open book—like probing your mind was as easy as brushing his teeth.

"I haven't."

"You have," he firmly states, making you draw a deep breath as you slowly feel his grip on your finger loosening. "Did you not want to come?"

"No!" you quickly protest in denial, ignoring the clench in your heart as his fingers slip away from yours to rest on his gear. Just lie, YN. "I was—I don't know. Maybe I'm just nervous."

"We can just go back," he suggests blankly, unable for you to discern any of the emotions beneath.

Sighing heavily, you play with your hair in anxiety—eyes looking out on the streetlights passing by. "We don't have to, Rin. This is a great chance for us, isn’t it?" A lie.

He doesn't reply immediately, your eyes flying over to his figure who nods tightly in return, "Yeah," he agrees with you, meeting your gaze before saying words that almost knocked all the air out of you. "I'd make sure this trip would mark the end of this fucking show."

You tried to smile, to be happy for him. He seems determined—sure that he would steal her back this time, marking the end of whatever it is you had with him. The moisture in your lashes betrays you, swallowing thickly as the lump in your throat grows at the sight of the fire burning in his golden-green eyes.

There were no other words to be said—every syllable getting caught in your throat no matter how hard you try to push it out. It probably wouldn't be that much of a trouble for Suna. With the last he once shared with her, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that he could ignite that flame again—stealing her back as he leaves you with a broken heart. She'd be so lucky to have someone like him running after her even as she already left him behind once. If Yura knew of your feelings, she'd probably take pity on you.

The rest of the drive was spent in silence—not the comfortable kind as tension hangs all over the air.

Maybe Suna was just like any other man in your life. Too easy to break and get close to, your seduction working like a drug that wears out way too quickly for your convenience. Just as you're a step closer, the barrier never breaks—always stopping short from the goal. He's just like every other man who'd get attracted with whatever it is you had physically. Beyond that? Never.

The cabin was beautiful, to say the least. By the time you both arrive, the others were already loud and lively as they drag their suitcases to their assigned room. Hinata and Bokuto lively chats with Kageyama listening by their side, the twins are bickering about something they disagreed on, Akaashi sits in the corner—telling everyone to quiet down every few seconds. Just as Hinata previously said, the lovely couple was nowhere to be found. Not for the first two days at least. It was a good thing for you, a chance to recollect your scattered thoughts and emotions before you have to go through what is possibly the worst moments of your life yet.

“Sunarin! YN!” Atsumu runs at the sight of both of you, taking everyone else's attention before smiling at your arrival.

“You’re staying in the same room, right?” Akaashi asks, walking over to Suna to do a little brotherly hug before walking over to lead you to your designated room.

“Of course,” Suna quickly nods without hesitation, your eyes not missing the way his grip tighten on one of the bags on his shoulder.

Osamu joins Akaashi in helping you out, leading you to one of the rooms on the second floor while telling you where everything else is—from the kitchen to the bathrooms. Setting your things down, Akaashi turns to both of you just as he was about to leave, inviting both you and Suna out to a club everyone else is planning to go to nearby—Osamu also bidding his temporary farewell as they both close the door behind them.

Right when both of you were left alone, you excuse yourself from Suna—rummaging through your clothes to find something fit for a club. You wished you were in the right state of mind to make jokes about wearing something sexy and him fucking you in one of the bathroom stalls, but the tension and awkwardness hanging in the air haven't dissipated yet—not to mention you're still practically not in the right state of mind.

Picking out a simple mini black satin dress, you walk out to find Suna seated on your shared bed—dressed in nothing but his black shirt and ripped jeans, looking up at you with eyes shamelessly racking through your whole body.

Taking his outstretched hand in yours, you walk through what you didn’t know at the time would be one of the worst nights of the whole trip.

The club is loud and bright with neon lights, music booming through the walls that it reverberates all the way to your chest and whole body. Atsumu mingles on the dance floor with Bokuto, bodies pressed with ladies none of you could recognize. Akaashi and Kageyama sit on one of the seats a few spaces away from you as a group of girls in fishnets and tube tops slowly approach them—engaging in flirty conversation that would soon lead to seductive touches. Hinata and Suna are nowhere to be seen for some reason, leaving you in the bar where you twist around your chair.

This place was supposed to be your scene, a space where you could freely be whoever you wanted to be. Clubs have been a part of your weekly routine for months, and if you tried, you could slowly get back to that habit—picking up some whiskey on the counter as you straddle a cute guy whose name and face you wouldn't remember after the night was over with. But not now. Not tonight when you're too deep into your musings.

For one, you’re too tired. It’s a mystery how everyone has the energy to spare despite the hours-long drive on the way to the cabin—maybe it's the athlete in them doing all the work. Second, you didn’t feel like getting wasted, scared you'll end up doing or saying something you'll possibly regret.

"Boyfriend left you alone," Osamu whispers, more as a statement than a question from beside you, tipping the shot into his throat before leaning against his palms to look at you.

“Yeah,” You sigh, doing the same with the cup in your hands before turning around to face the bar and rest your arms on the counter. “Well, it’s not like I mind.”

“Sure you don’t," he snorts with a laugh, like the tone of your voice just betrayed what you were trying to prove. He eyes you knowingly, trying to take a peek into what goes through your mind—almost like he's expecting to find an answer he knew would be there. “What kind of boyfriend leaves a girlfriend alone in a place like this to God knows where?”

“Suna.”

“Obviously,” he laughs with a shake of his head, lifting an arm up to ask the bartender for another drink before continuing. “Most boyfriends don’t, though.”

“Well, maybe he’s not like most boyfriends.”

“Let me rephrase it, then," he runs a hand through his hair, twisting his seat to look at you with a seriousness you didn't expect to find in his face. What does this man know? “It’s not what a good boyfriend would do.”

In your head, you almost laugh at how concerned Osamu is starting to sound—if the look on his face didn't stop you immediately. He's a friend of both yours and Suna—the latter much longer as they practically spend every second of high school together, even extending up to this day. Osamu wouldn't speak about someone with empty words, with wrong intentions. If anything, he's somebody who knows Suna more than anyone. If you could trust anybody about him, it would be Osamu in a heartbeat.

It almost makes you worry, if there are things he knows and he's taking pity on you. He would definitely read Suna's intentions much better than a stranger like you. The thought makes your stomach drop but you brush it off like any other thoughts that might ruin your night.

Even if it was just for this night, you wanted to be free from worries.

Opening your mouth to form a response, you were cut off by Osamu’s eyes drifting past your shoulders—eyes widening for a millisecond that you probably would’ve missed it had you not been so paranoid the whole night. Curiosity getting the best of you, you slowly turn your head to the side—eager to catch a glance of whatever it was that caused Osamu’s reaction.

“Wait, don’t look—”

His voice fades in the background as you try so hard to ignore the alarms going off in your head—alarms that tell you it would be a bad idea to look.

Curiosity killed the cat is what they said.

The emotions are clear when you snap your head to the side, catching a glimpse of the image that cleared whatever doubts and uncertainties you previously had. It was almost difficult to discern everything about you just a few minutes ago, your feelings clouding your judgments as you find ways to deny what had been so obvious from the very beginning.

The hurt was so vivid and the lights burned you. Suddenly, it was like you’re hyperaware of the way the walls feel like it's closing in on you.

You missed him this whole night. God, did you miss Suna. You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped around him, his kisses sticky all over your neck at the humidity of the club, while you desperately wish the heavens would grant you to live forever in that moment. You wouldn't give up any chance you'd get with him. No, you'd probably take anything you could have.

Anything but the scene in front of you.

A woman standing between his spread legs as he sits on a couch, his hands on the curve of her waist as she runs a seductive hand along his chest. Looking at him, you can almost hear the slur of his voice as he moves his mouth way too close to her ears—the audible gasp of his company reaches your ears, making you want nothing more than to bolt out of the space while your eyes sting painfully.

Everything comes crashing to you all at once. Like the waves on the ocean and the raging storms carry all of the answers.

As your heart breaks into pieces, the mask of a strong woman crumbling at your feet, you could perfectly see your inability to love a man who might finally love you back.

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「 CRY FOR ME 」 ♡ ACT I : PARTNER.

PAIRING : Suna Rintarō x Reader. Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader.

GENRE : Angst.

TAGS/WARNINGS : NSFW. Fake Dating. Unrequited Love. Profanity. Enemies (not really) to Lovers. Not very canon compliant.

NOTE : I think this is definitely way longer than I originally planned it to be but the support is too great for me to just brush off so here's 5.1k words for the first act hehe enjoy! RBs & Likes appreciated <3

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How long has it been since you and Kiyoomi became friends—no, best friends, you wonder? Did it start when you moved into their neighborhood, living just a few houses away from him? Or was it when he asked you to toss a ball for him to spike despite you literally having no idea how to handle a ball? Maybe when you moved away from Tokyo to attend a different school and you both started calling each other even if it was in the dead of night for the sake of catching up?

You don't really remember exactly. But what you do know is that being Sakusa Kiyoomi's best friend eventually ended up becoming your brand. It followed you everywhere you go, everybody knew who you were and how important you are to him. It didn't matter that he wasn't there beside you physically, the pictures all over his socials, and the way he treats you when he is, tell people all they needed to know. It was the type of relationship everybody has no choice but to respect.

All the admiration has more to do with him rather than you, though. He's a genius, to say the least, and very, very charming. He's one of the top aces in the country. Not to mention the fact that he has the good looks and height to go along with it. Sometimes you think it's unfair how he's rich and smart too, because then you really seem like a no-match for him and the others would have been right when they told you to stay away from him. After all, had the power to draw anyone to him and the girls line up trying to get his attention—those who are on the same standing ground as him. Cheerleaders, models, rich bachelorettes, the list could go on forever.

However, Sakusa Kiyoomi was uninterested and all the attention he could give was all spent on you and volleyball. Not once did he ever make you feel like he didn't treasure you and he always had a subtle way of reminding you to ignore the others who try to threaten your place with him. None of them ever mattered to him. As a matter of fact, he usually just brushed everybody off.

That was until she came.

She seems like a genuine girl. The only problem with the whole situation being the fact you're in love with your best friend. Thanks to that, her presence always seems to have a way of leaving an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach—the kind that makes you want to pull your hair out and scream into the void. You're enraged that she's way too sweet, way too kind. There is nothing left for you to nitpick and hate her for because she's practically the living definition of perfect—rich, tall, beautiful.

A part of you keeps wishing she would slip even just for a little bit. Maybe show a side of her you didn't expect and make her out to be an ungrateful, dishonest, and disrespectful person.

Because then you would have an excuse for ruining her relationship with Sakusa.

Every time you see him, everything hurts. Just how foolish were you to believe that you actually had a chance with him? That his actions were not just a product of the fact that you were his only female best friend and that was why he showers you with the affections you never thought you'd have to see on anyone else? Why did you lead yourself to believe he sees you more than a sister and a friend?

Watching them from a distance, in love and content with each other, eventually led to the feeling of being unloved. Trying to ignore it is futile when it already happened to catch up to you and nag at your head every single time you had to hear stories of them from the people all around you. People from all around town can't get enough of the latest gossip, after all. Everyone was thrilled—or rather, curious at the news of Sakusa Kiyoomi finally being taken.

What's more surprising, though, is the fact that it wasn't with his best friend.

It wasn't with you.

It made you feel uncomfortable. The questions that people would throw your way as to why and how it led to this causing an uncomfortable silence to hang in the air without fail. What do you tell them? That he never saw you in that way despite the idea all of you had been forced to believe?

Situations like those make you question a lot of things about yourself—if you were lacking in any aspect and perhaps that's why someone got ahead of you and is now threatening your spot in Kiyoomi's life. If you think about it, he's not one to put looks and wealth in high regard for choosing a partner, so you highly doubt that's what it was. He's not the type of person who easily falls in love with a new and unfamiliar face either—and he's proven that time and time again since when you were in high school.

You've been struggling to find the answer for a while now but if there was one thing you're at least sure of, it is that you're not undesirable. At least that's what your recent.. encounters seem to tell you. The men you sleep with slowly becoming a new addition to your life, giving you a pastime—all to try and erase the feeling of being unloved, you turn to a new habit.

A bad habit.

You were almost completely sure Kiyoomi would have never expected this side of you. He would never imagine that his best friend goes to a different club to pick a new guy to get in bed with every night. Actually, he probably never even thinks about you anymore.

Not when he has a new, loving girlfriend to accompany his thoughts.

His girlfriend that you convince yourself is not the one for him. She's just really off and the way he acts around her makes everything even more suspicious. That's not my Kiyoomi, you would tell yourself stubbornly. But really, what would you know when you've never been on the receiving end of his romantic love? You're nothing but making up scenarios in your head to cope with the pain that bubbles in your chest every time the days you used to spend together slowly drift to dates spent with her.

To add more salt to the wound, how come you have never heard of this girl before they started dating? Like he didn't even care enough about you to let you know a woman has finally gained his favor and attention. It puts a frown on your face how he suddenly introduced a girlfriend to you one day without warning. Anyway, It's not really something you can just bring up, especially if you’re completely wrong and Kiyoomi would actually appreciate the privacy for once and that's why he didn't tell you. That or maybe he isn't as dense as you thought, and he recognizes the feelings you harbor for him—that's why he didn't have the heart to break the news off to you.

You haven't been speaking much with each other recently anyway, so there would be no chance to bring it up. The reason why? You're not really sure. Probably too preoccupied with his girlfriend whom he left away for weeks alone for a game with the Jackals. Rolling your eyes, you were about to release what seems like the twentieth sigh of the day when you got interrupted by the sudden buzzing of the phone in your hand—reading a message from none other than Sakusa Kiyoomi himself.

Omi <3 : meet me in the park in a few? need your help with something.

You can't help but snicker at the fact that he reached out to communicate first this time, smiling a little to yourself. He's, after all, your best friend no matter what anyone says, and the fact that he still comes to you for help does make you feel special without fail. You're glad that not even the new addition in his life can contain the trust he's built up with you over the years.

He's leaning against one of the trees in the park near your neighborhood when you saw him—his hair falling on his eye while he taps a foot on the grass below him uninterestedly. You quietly make your way over to him, sitting next to his foot on the ground before resting your head back on the trunk, looking up at him as you wait for whatever he has to say.

"I need your help," he begins, repeating the content of the message he sent you a few minutes ago—sliding down to sit next to you with a click of his tongue. You're hyperaware of his shoulders brushing yours as his presence gets closer to yours—his eyes flying over to your frame beside him.

You simply nod in response, more to yourself than him. Your eyes flying over to the dogs playing a few steps away from you to serve as a distraction while you keep refusing the eye contact with him, "Of course. That's the only reason you call me these days."

"I'm getting her a present," He sighs, getting straight to the point and ignoring your previous remark. "which I need by Saturday. We're going over to her parents the next day and I want her to have it by then."

"You've been dating for two weeks, Omi."

"Two months." He corrects you sternly, hand reaching up to run it through his raven hair, "And I want to get her a necklace, the ones with gemstones in it. I promised I'd help her get one when I return."

You slightly tip your head upwards in response, waiting for the next part of the sentence you know isn't over yet. His eyes glance at you for a second to make sure you're listening to him before he continues, "But I don't have any idea on what girls like."

"Why not ask your girlfriend about it? It's not like it's a surprise if you already talked about it," You finally give a response, looking up at him and meeting his unwavering eyes—nothing like you would expect hearing how anxious he's getting about his gift.

His hands make their way to the back of his head, rubbing it a little as he speaks with a heavy sigh, something that sounds like he's in between the line of uncertainty and frustration, "I would if we were on speaking terms right now."

"A peace offering, then," you mumble, pulling your knees closer to your body. "You've grown, Omi."

His head suddenly snaps to face you, a ghost of smile threatening to show on his lips, "I'm older than you." He points out, eyes with a glint of mischievousness despite the fact that he sounds heavily unamused.

"Barely," you shrug at him with a faux glare, the ten-month difference a topic that comes up every time he asks for your favor—thinking the advantage in age would be handy and get you to agree.

What can you say? It works every time.

Now, whether it's because his authority gets to you or the unrequited love doing the job, is what you're not sure of.

"Well, if you're giving it to me I would say onyxes are great," you say without much thought, eyes drawn to his as he eyes you with complete interest. You look away from him, "That's just a personal choice, however."

"Onyx?" He raises a brow at you, "Black? Really?"

"Yes," you contemplate for a moment, thinking of adding the fact that it's because it's the color of his eyes but you decide against it. You're not really in the mood to be cheesy, much less have Sakusa catch on your pathetic feelings. You quickly drop the topic, "Just go for diamonds. Can't go wrong with a classic round brilliant cut."

You turn your head to him when he doesn't immediately respond and you couldn't help but soften at the way he smiled at you—barely there and not with teeth, nonetheless a smile. Sakusa isn't one to smile a lot, especially with people he's only acquainted with. Maybe that's why to you, seeing it felt more than a simple upturn of his lips—it was a sign that tells you he's comfortable with you.

"That almost sounds like you want me to get you one as well," he snickers with a fake edge on his tone, deep voice ringing through your ears like a melody you couldn't get enough of.

"Oh, shut up," you roll your eyes, shoulders bumping into his with a smile forming on your lips. "A simple 'thanks' would have been good enough, " you swallow thickly, carefully eyeing the expression on his face, "Don't worry. She's gonna love it."

Avoiding her in conversations has always worked out well for you. If you don't think about her and refuse to bring her up on topics where she isn't needed, then it saves you the heartache of constant wishing to be the one in her place. This time, though, it's not like you had any choice. Not when she was the focus of the conversation.

Every time the conversation makes a full circle back to her, you feel like gagging—a bitter taste in your mouth as you consistently try to ignore the feeling that your chest was on fire.

Kiyoomi chuckled back at you with a nod—a wordless response on how he understands what he should do. He brushed his jeans and stood up, hair getting caught in the wind and you almost want to curse at how effortlessly attractive he looks right now as you're slowly dying inside. Turning over his shoulder, he reached a hand out to you, "You coming?"

Shaking your head at him, you quickly decline—wanting a time alone with yourself to recollect your raging thoughts. Just then, a familiar figure catches the corner of your vision—someone familiar dressed in running attire as he sips from his water bottle.

"Thanks, YN," Kiyoomi reaches for your hand anyway, squeezing it gently in gratitude before stuffing it back in his pockets and walking away with a nod, "Get home safe, yeah?"

You sigh and close your eyes for a minute, listening to the bickering of the four siblings near the swing set and ignoring the presence of the other man a few meters away from you—scrolling away on his phone as he probably takes a minute to rest from his run.

When you do open your eyes, however, you tense to find him nowhere around the place you remember him to be. That is, until you feel a presence beside you—jogging over to catch one stray ball of the children playing which happened to roll by your side and tossing it back to them. Glancing at him from your position on the floor, your cheeks suddenly grew hot when his golden-green ones fly over to meet yours—the same cold and detached look never failing to make an appearance.

Grabbing your phone from beside you, you get ready to stand up—not wanting to be around the enigma that is Suna Rintarō any longer. His eyes make you uncomfortable, not because of the sharp look he always seems to give people, but because it feels like it can read right through your very being.

Just as you were about to stand up, palms pressing flat on the ground to help yourself up, your little theory gets confirmed way too soon—a cold voice breaking the silence that hangs in the air.

"He doesn't love you."

Your head whipped at the sound of his voice, eyes looking up to see the expression on the face of the man who reads you all too easily. Sure enough, there he stands, towering over you—hair falling over the sides of his face while looking down on you with eyes made of a unique shade of peridot. Craning your neck to get a better look at him, he glances back at you with passiveness—if you didn't look closely, you would miss the way his eyes are slightly narrow. Whether that's disgust or pity, you wouldn't know.

"Excuse me?" you try to protest, ask what he's trying to say, and deflect the accusations of what he's trying to insinuate. The look he gives you doesn't change, like an early warning that tells you it's futile to try and fool him.

"You're wasting your time," he simply shrugs at you, bending down to tie his shoelaces and grab the water bottle you didn't notice he set on the floor. "You know he doesn't see you that way."

He sees through you too easily. If you could call it a skill, then it's another one to add to Suna's excessive collection. You didn't even have to be too close with him to know how he operates with other people—his talent in blocking when you come to watch matches enough to tell you all you need to know about what kind of person he is. It's even harder to try and deny the things he says, especially when even you know he's right.

Suna Rintarō has always been quiet. Sly and calculating. He reads people too easily—like an open book and yet almost nobody knows the first thing about it. Sure, his high school and V.League teams know him, but even then, only the very few people he's closely acquainted with. He's a mystery and that very thing alone draws people, especially girls, to his side.

The ladies think he's an enigma to solve and that the first one to crack the code wins the prize which comes in the form of being his formally introduced girlfriend. He's had his fair share of flings, slept around a lot during high school and college, but nobody has ever held the title of actually being his girl. That's what the girls are desperate for. Too bad he never seems to be interested.

EJP's middle blocker has always been around in your life, even if it was completely unintentional. Being friends with Kiyoomi meant you were always around during the Nationals and that resulted in you getting to know the teams a lot more than you expected. Now, it seems the both of you are even closer seeing as he moved directly across from you and attended the same university you did.

Even then, it's been a while since you last saw him as he has also just returned from an away game with Raijins like Kiyoomi with the Jackals.

From high school until now, he's still the talk of the town, talk of the industry. Everyone knew him back then as Inarizaki's middle blocker, the top scorer of the team next to their ace Aran Ojiro. Outside the court, he's friends with the Miya Twins and that meant he attracted just as many girls as the brothers did, making him one of their most popular members.

Right now, as he plays professionally, everyone in the scene still can't stop talking about him. Star athlete with skills enough to be one of the strongest candidates to play in the Olympics—not to mention how attractive and tall he is. At this point, it's impossible for people around not to know who Suna Rintarō is. One way or another, they've spoken at least a single word about him.

Everyone but Kiyoomi.

Sakusa has never once spoken about him but you felt the tension that arises in the air every time they encounter each other. The subtle glares that go beyond rivalry in the court. You weren't stupid, you know that nobody's really friends with a rival team, and even if there were exceptions, those who treat each other with some kind of hostility still overweigh those who don't. However, you wonder what it is about Suna and Sakusa and why they seem to hold deeper contempt with each other than the rest.

Even if you asked Kiyoomi about it, you'd be damned before getting an answer—especially when the guy doesn't even want to look in Suna's direction. At times when you do witness and hear him talk about Suna, it's always about how the way he looks at him pisses him off and something about not being able to stand how arrogant he sounds.

Being this close to Suna Rintarō definitely gives you a better grasp of what Kiyoomi was talking about. Sharp eyes, defined jawline, tall, and speaks with an indifferent tone. He's just like you've always heard and expected him to be.

Except that he's much hotter looking at him this closely.

You must have been staring for too long without realizing, eyes scanning his face when he snaps you out of your thoughts again, "What?" he speaks a bit louder, showing no signs of getting self-conscious under your intense gaze.

You shrug, "Nothing. I guess I just never realized how attractive you really are," he raised his eyebrows at that—even higher when you stand up and walk closer to him.

He almost feels just like Kiyoomi. Tall, handsome, rich. Hands so slim and beautiful, immense concentration and passion in his sport. Hell, they both even have the same tepid way of speaking.

Besides, you're not one to deny the things that are clearly exposed in front of you, no matter the circumstances—talent, attractiveness, and power. All of which he obviously possesses.

An immature thought makes its way to you. Foolish, yes, but nonetheless exciting. See, now that you're properly looking at him, maybe he can be the guy of the night. Maybe with him, you would feel like you're closer to Sakusa—pretend that he is the one fucking you instead of the men you couldn't even remember the faces of.

"Suna," you trail off as you take another step closer, lips going to his ears and almost touching the lobe, "I've been thinking.. You're attractive—which I've always known, but it's alarmingly too much when I'm this close to you," you take in the way he barely reacts to your words, nothing more than a slight twitch in his fingers, "And surprisingly—no, coincidentally, we live too close to each other. My house or yours, I don't think it really matters. So, how about we.."

His breath hitched at that, disbelief catching up to him as he chokes out the next words, "Excuse me?"

It works for everyone, every single man, but Suna is a man full of surprises so there's really no telling how he would react to all this. Either way, you take another shot at it, "Stay with me for the night, Rintarō."

He almost cringed at the use of his first name, holding you by the shoulders to push you away from him and look at your face with a peeved gaze, "Are you that desperate?"

You were about to speak before he cuts you off, eyes narrow and voice stern it almost makes you cower beneath the intensity, "I don't do one-night stands."

The bluntness almost makes you recoil but you take on a playful tone and continue, "Then we can do it for two nights, three nights, as many nights as you want. You live three steps away from me, it would be so easy to meet," Not really, but you're trying to lure him into you and it seems you're good at lying your way around what works for him.

Your fingers dance on his chest, tracing swirling patterns on the firmness of the surface. He makes no move to stop you, "I don't do fuck buddies either, YN."

You glare at him a little, pulling back to look for any trace of deceit on his face. Surprisingly enough, there's none—which is shocking. To your knowledge, he's not dating anyone and you're pretty sure he's not a virgin either.

"Bullshit," you scoff at him, brows furrowing. "Everybody knows you slept around an awful lot of times during high school—not to mention uni."

He's resolute, "I did," you raise an eyebrow at that, "Not anymore."

Tilting your head, you wait for the catch—anything that will tell you he's playing around because he didn't have the right to outright refuse your.. desperate advances. But then again, it's true you haven't seen him around with a girl recently. But surely, somewhere, somehow..

"What, do you have a girlfriend?" you ask in horror, eyes slightly widening despite your refusal.

"I don't."

"Boyfriend?"

He exhales with a look of disbelief, more on your stubbornness than the idea you're suggesting, "No."

"Then why not?" you almost whine at how difficult he's being, shoulders dropping unconsciously while a frown forces its way to your face—both from disappointment and embarrassment. "I just want to forget about him."

"No," the grim tone of his voice made you look back up, golden-green eyes stuck to yours with a look of pity. "You want to pretend I'm him for a night. To try and see if you'll be satisfied cause you think I'm the closest you have next to him."

He looks at you incredulously, your jaw clenching as he continuously points out the thing you've never had to hear coming from anybody else. Having someone tell you feeling like a punch to your gut.

"You got me," you break the eye contact, gaze landing on a lone stone on the grass. "But what's so bad about that? It can be a one-night thing."

"I hate the guy, YN," he almost spits the words out. "I don't want to hear you moan his name when I'm taking you on my bed," A pause, "Plus it's demeaning, yeah?"

"No one has ever turned me down before," you pursed your lips, words coming out more like a whisper. "No matter how different you may be from everyone, doesn't every guy dream of fucking some hot girl who's asking for nothing else in return afterward at least once in their lives?"

"Hot?" his brows lift at that, the usual droop of his eyelids slowly opening at your words.

"You don't think I'm hot?" you're a little taken aback, a pause that makes your jaw hang open—keeping the next words out of your mouth. Is that it? Sure, you're not Sakusa's girlfriend type of beauty but a lot of people fawn over you. But did he think you weren't attractive?

"I think you're beautiful," he looks away despite how monotonous the words sounded—almost like he didn't even mean it. Bending down again to grab his water bottle you didn't even was discarded, he looks up at you from his kneeling position, "But it's gonna take more than physical appearance to get me."

You didn't know what to say. Who would have known Suna Rintarō ended up becoming mature before you even had the chance to go through with your stupid.. proposal.

He doesn't say anything else after that, side-eyeing you for a little before jogging away and leaving your slumped figure by the tree. You're surprised he even stayed long enough to listen to what you were trying to say—no matter how absurd they sounded.

Still, your recent encounter can't help but make you wonder what happened for Suna Rintarō to change as much as he did. Surely, it could be the fact that he simply has no time for it now or the fact that he's matured. However, you just couldn't wrap your head around it—not that it's any of your business. Perhaps you're really just looking too much into Suna Rintarō's affairs

You don't see him for the rest of the week after that—getting lost in the sea of artificial pleasures with faces and names you didn't care enough about to remember.

Meeting Suna was a one-time thing, something that happened in the spur of a moment, a coincidental encounter. Forgetting him came easy along with the fading effects of the conversation you shared with him about spending the night. Truthfully, you didn't think you'd ever even see him again, even if he lived directly across from you. Both of you are too used to ignoring each other's presence, your eyes naturally drifting away from each other whenever you pass by.

Even if you happen to encounter him again, you were set on ignoring him and pretending like none of the events last week ever took place. That is until one afternoon, when you decided to grab a cup of coffee, you ended up catching a rather intriguing sight—Suna seated on a two-seater with Kiyoomi's girlfriend standing on the opposite side.

Well, that's an interesting combination.

You strained your ears to listen to what they're talking about. After all, what business would these two have with each other? If you and Suna were a strange sight to see, even more so her and Suna. Is she not aware of her boyfriend's disdain towards the guy?

"My mom's on a business trip and doesn't return until Saturday," Omi's girlfriend explains, tongue darting out to wet her lips before continuing. "Don't worry, I'll pass it on to her when she does," she gestures to the box she's holding in her fingers, lifting it up slightly as she waits for his response.

Suna stares for a second, and another—possibly way more if you actually bothered to count—before nodding.

"Great!" she smiles at him, eyes shining and the light around her almost creating a halo at how bright she is. "Well, thanks for this. I'll be going now, Suna!"

It takes you a beat or two before realization dawns—silently smirking to yourself as you approach the man leaning back on the chair with eyes trained on the leaving figure of the woman on the glass doors.

"Oh my," you gasp in astonishment, a playful lilt in your tone as you pull the chair opposite of him. "I never would have imagined."

Suna's eyes widen a little—a crack in the usual expression he always wears when he sees you walking over to him. It's gone as soon as it came though, composing himself quickly and relaxing back on his seat. He grabs his cup to drink—eyes looking at you from over the rim as if asking you to continue on with whatever you were saying.

"You like her, don't you?"

You didn't know what he expected you to say but you're guessing it wasn't that when he chokes on his iced coffee, voice rising up a little at your question before casting a glare, "What?"

Resting your chin on your palms perched on the table, you slightly tilt your head, rolling your eyes at his refusal to admit the obvious, "You want Omi's girlfriend!"

He stares at you with little to no emotion, setting his cup down, "And just where is this going?"

"Simple. You want Omi's girl, I want him. How about we work together and get what we both want?"

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