SUNA'S CAR
OCTOBER 4th, 3:13 AM"y/n? y/n?" you heard suna's voice call out, taking you back to earth. you looked at him and saw he had the biggest grin on his face, his eyes droopy and tinted-red. you were doing another one of the usual smoking sessions that usually occurred in his car.
3 am was a new time for y'all, but you both had the most energy at the time, so why not. "pass the blunt asshole." suna frowned at you and handed you the blunt. you took it and took a long drag, exhaling it smoothly. you looked around the car that was littered with chip bags, soda cans, gatorade bottles, and who knows what from all of your smoking sessions together.
"rin baby, you need to clean your car," you started giggling, which soon turned into a chuckle, which then turned into a full-on laugh. suna was looking at you like you were crazy as you handed him the blunt so you could clutch your stomach. "i literally don't see what's so funny about me having a dirty car."
"you prolly got bugs up in yo shit," you wheezed, struggling to catch your breath. this is how it was for you two. every fucking day. not even gonna lie, you both got sick of each other sometimes, but you knew that at the same time, you were each other's safe space and you wouldn't trade it for the world.
make it out by brent faiyaz hummed in the background of the car on repeat, making you sing along to it. "I BEEN DOOOOOWWNNNNN," you sung terribly off key, making suna snicker to himself. you stopped singing as a random thought came to your head and you prepared to let it all out. "sometimes i be thinking. and i be thinking i think i love brent faiyaz more than suna. like brent is so fine for what reason? that man has no right to walk around like that's normal. and his voice. don't even get me started on his voice. even his talking voice is attractive, that should be illegal. his singing voice shouldn't make me orgasm with every word that comes out of his beautiful mouth, yet it does. i've never heard a better music project than fuck the world. he's legit the best male artist out right now. his face is so pretty. and he got two things goin for him right now. sonder is lowkey the best music i've ever listened to but that's a conversation for another day. brent's bird is so cute. i just wanna pet it. he has not one bad song. i do not think it's humanely possible to make this man sound bad. he literally just cannot. i swear to god if atsumu tries to turn brent off one more time to play fucking rod wave i'm gonna dislocate all of his joints and snap all of his fingers off so he can't set no more. the only emotion rod wave feels is pain and i'm not tryna feel that."
"you done?" you looked at him and gave him a death glare. you went on a whole rant about how much you love brent faiyaz and he didn't hear a single word. "NIGGA DID YOU NOT HEAR A SINGLE MOTHERFUCKING THING I SAID? I LITERALLY SAID I LOVE BRENT FAIYAZ MORE THAN YOU AND YOU'RE NOT SAYING ANYTHING."
"wait run that back turbo. you love brent faiyaz more than me?" he fake-pouted, making you wanna slap him across the face. he saw the look on your face and chuckled. "i mean ain't that what i just said? plus, there's a lot of people i like more than you."
suna looked for real for real hurt this time. "like who?" you rubbed your hands together and sat up, ready to list all the people. "semi fasho. ushijima. kita. osamu. aran. shirabu could use me like a rag doll if he wanted to. i'd get on my knees for sakusa and bark. i'd show myself to a kitchen for kenma and cook him a fifteen-course meal. kuroo. lev. yaku definitely. you want me to keep going?"
suna stayed silent. "awwww rin baby, are you hurt?" you said in a babyish voice, slightly chuckling along with yourself. "rin look at me," you grabbed his face, smushing his cheeks so he could look at you. you saw tears welling in his red-lined eyes, making you frown. "not you actually about to cry. my poor baby."
you wiped under his eyes with your thumbs and smiled warmly at him, making him do the same and return the smile. "no but i have a serious question."
"go head rin, shoot."
"why haven't we fucked yet? we both want each other so why not?"