𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝑰 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑹 ➪ 𝙍. 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝘼

༄ 𝙄'𝙈 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙀𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 ༄

Kenma POV

Before Suna could answer my question, Etsuko comes rushing down the stairs, hair still wet, and water dripping down her legs.

"You look like your water broke. You could get sick not drying off you dumbass" I tell her as she plops down beside me.

"Shut your face! You sound like suga-" She says while pushing me slightly.

"Etsuko" Suna cuts her off, gaining her attention.

"Oh yeah! Watcha need rinny?" she smiles in his direction to acknowledge suna.

"I left my clothes here, so I came back to get them"

"Can you wait a little? They're in the dryer right now" When did she have time to do laundry?

"Yeah, I don't mind" his gaze shifts over to me, almost like he's trying to get something out of me, but I stare at him with a bored expression until I got tired of his face. Ya know, I dont dislike Suna. I mean, hes just a guy. However he can get so tiresome. He is more sluggish than i am, so i thought he wouldnt be so annoying, but he is. So very annoying. And stupid. I can coexsit with him though. Enough to tease him about his crush.

not right now, though.

"Hey, Suki, imma head out. I didn't tell kuroo I left" I get up and lightly kiss her forehead, then turn to Suna with a smug look.

I walk over to said male, leaning to whisper something in his ear.

"I'm not your competition, you've got other men to worry about. Not me" I pat his shoulder and leave, after getting a quick 'see ya later' from Etsuko before I shut her door.

Etsuko POV

As kenma left, I could feel suna's gaze on me, and I couldn't help but grow curious about their conversation. Though, I know he won't tell me if I just ask right now, so I get up heading to my room, with Suna following after.

"Smoke sesh?" I look back at him for an answer as we go up the stairs, and I see him nod. I open my room door, grab a lighter, and a blunt. Suna sits on the floor leaning against my bed. I go to the window, closing it alonf with the curtains and I turn my LED lights on. I changed the color to purple and put on low music before joining Suna on the floor.

I hand him the blunt, letting him take a hit first while I think of how to ask him about Atsumu. It really bothers me. He would tell me if i asked, right? What if he gets offended that i asked? Maybe he actually wont tell me. The more i thought about it, the more worried i got. The more worried i got, the harder it seemed to ask.

Some hours pass, and my room is cloudy with smoke, purple lights appearing blurry as me and Suna talk. I havent asked him the question yet.

"I'm hungry..." I say to no one. I hear Suna laugh and say,

"Hi hungry, I'm Suna"

"Imagine making dad jokes when you're not even a dad" I say, rolling my eyes as I stand, slightly wobbly, going to get my phone.

"I could be your daddy" Suna mutters under his breath. i quickly turn my head to him.

"What?"

"I said you want a crabby paddy?" I stare at suna for a second, a slight blush coating my cheeks as I ponder on what he really said. I scoff at him as he lightly chuckles. I unlock my phone to see a message from Akaashi.

Pretty bitch: Hey Etsuko, if you aren't busy, can I come over?
I would hang with suga but he's with daichi.

You: Ofc bby!! only if you bring two 20 peice nuggets

And 3 large fries from McDonald's. I'll pay you back I swear

Pretty bitch: Deal, and don't worry about paying me back,
Leave the door unlocked :)

You: Yes sir!!

I turn off my phone with a smile on my face. Akaashi must be an angel. Suna seemed to notice my smile through the foggy room.

Suna POV

I notice Etsuko smile at her phone, and I couldn't help the curiosity that coverd my face. I start to wonder if she is texting Kenma. Or Atsumu? I shake my head at that thought. It makes my chest hurt thinking about that bastard. She wouldnt do that.

"Watcha smiling at? You look dumb" I ask her. That was an obvious lie. she has the most captivating smile ive ever seen.

"Bitch. Kaashi is bringing food. And I don't look dumb smiling!!" She partly shouts at me. I roll my eyes at that.

"Fatass.."

"Rude!!" She pouts as she leaves her room, probably going to unlock the door for Akaashi. I began to think about what Kenma said earlier, and irritation grows over me. Why am I acting like this? I don't have to worry about him,or about akaashi. Atsumu is the problem. That's all I need to worry about. But it still bothers me. It still makes my chest hurt at thought of someone else wanting her. Even though she is only a friend. Maybe i just dont want her getting hurt. yea, i just want to protect her because she is my best friend.

"Suna?" Her voice brings me out of my head.

"Yeah?"

"The blunt, pass it." She puts her hand out to get it.

"No way, if you get any higher you'll start asking weird questions! Then I'll never be able to sleep because im thinking about it!"

"What!? Not true! Give me it!"

"No!" I push her away as she starts trying to reach for the blunt in my other hand. Her fussing turns into complaints, which slowly turn into whines. I think she is getting frustrated. Honestly, i am too. She's fighting me for a blunt, when she can just make another one.

'shes acting like a brat again'

I stumble backwards when she pushes me, landing slightly on top of me. For a second we both forget about the blunt in my hand as we stare into each other's eyes. Her brown eyes slightly red from being high, and glossy from her whines. The purple LED lights making her face glow, and strands of hair on her face. I feel my chest thump a bit. She looks, pretty? no. maybe its just the lights. or the drugs.

But do drugs make someone appear so...divine?

'holy shit..'

"ETSUKO! I'M HERE!" I hear a voice call from downstairs. pretty sure it's Akaashi.

We quickly snap back to reality and she gets off of me. she dashes downstairs to Akaashi, and I slowly follow after. I am not sure how i feel. I cant tell if im upset about the blunt we both forgot, or because Akaashi ruined a moment that i feel will repeat itself in my mind forever. I think about kenma asking if i like my best friend. Which i dont, but i thought about it.

'So what am i competing for?'

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