𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒔 - 𝒓. 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒂

twenty three (unfinished -- please read next chapter!!)

The list of reasons for your adoration towards the new spring season seemed to grow longer and longer with each passing year. 

It first started with the lore your grandmother told you about the cherry blossoms, kickstarting your fixture over the pink flowers. 

Then the realization the air always smelled sweeter compared to the other season when the trees were in bloom. 

Next, the brightly saturated cerulean blue sky that was never shrouded away by clouds, allowing the golden beams of sunlight to warm your face (compared to the pale sky during the winter, always covered in a thick clouds.)  

Another year, it was the sensation of soft grass between your bare toes and fingers, tickling your exposed arms, legs, neck and cheeks as you tumbled down lush hills, the cold, packed snow only a fleeting memory. 

It was the excitement of tucking away your thick coats and sweaters to the back of the closet and pulling your shorts and tank tops out to the front. 

The start of a new school year. New friends. New classmates. New memories. 

Lying there under a grove of cherry blossoms, the grass brushing against your bare arms and legs, you thought back to the list of reasons for your adoration towards the new spring season that seemed to grow longer and longer with each passing year. Only a few rays of sunlight could peek beyond the branches adorned with pink. But where they landed on your cheeks, legs, collarbone and forearms, caused you to close your eyes and bask in the warmth. 

You couldn't see it, but you could very well imagine and hear it. The passing breeze that rustled the tree branches together, shook the sakura flowers from their twigs and rained down pink petals all around you. How they ever so softly brush against your skin and tangled up in the fabric of your school uniform and hair. 

The moment of tranquility was broken by the unmistakeable sound of soft steps against the grass, and the occasional snap of a twig. The shifting of a school bag being dropped to the ground. A sigh as they laid down on the grass besides you. The sharp click of a photo being taken. 

"You're so weird, you know. Spending your lunch break lying on the ground." 

You weren't exactly sure what this spring season has brought you. It seemed that you had found appreciation in everything that is delivered with the departure of winter. 

Lazily opening your eyes, gazing to the person lying besides you, a smile found its way on your face. Not because of the birds that seem to hide away in the cold season, not because your favorite store is having a spring sale on everything, and not because you get to forget about the tights that are always making your legs itch. 

Meeting their eyes that matched the brightness of the sky, you had made up your mind for this year's new addition to the list. 

Suna Rintarou. 

-♡-

Suna had never given those trees a second glance all his life. They're always there, each spring, without fail. The cracked pavement is covered in piles of the delicate petals, clinging to the soles of his shoes and subsequently getting dragged into classrooms and homes. 

The petals always seem to find home in places which Suna wished they didn't. His mom was always picking stray petal entangled in his hair, Natsumi pulling them from within the folds of his school uniform. 

He didn't particularly love nor hate them. 

But god,

There was no escaping them. No escaping her. The pink flowers plagued his life, her presence overwhelmingly everywhere. 

His eyes lingered on the piles of flowers in the street as he walked to practice, noting how she would kick through them and send the petals flying everywhere with a joyous, contagious laughter. 

As he aimlessly swung his feet below his desk, not wanting to focus on the lesson being taught, he would always notice a singular petal stuck to the bottom of his shoe. 

The other volleyball members would always point out the petals stuck in his hair or uniform. 

There was no escaping her. She was always with him, whether he wanted it or not. 

"Do you know where [Name] is?" Izumi and Aiko stare blankly at the three boys, confused as to why [Name] was gone. 

The boys exchange glances, but ultimately shake their head. 

Izumi huffs as she takes a seat and pulls out her lunch. "She ran off before us. We just assumed she was gonna go see you." Izumi points her chopsticks at Suna. 

Despite his calm demeanor, Suna is losing it on the inside. Was he supposed to meet her somewhere? Had they planned something for today? Was today a special occasion? 

Clearing his throat, Suna swiftly packs his stuff away and shoulders his bag. "Um, I'll go look for her then." The others send him off with a shrug, continuing their lunch. 

Suna has no clue where [Name] could be spending her lunch. She could be tucked away in the far back corner of the library cramming for a test,