sour boy | suna rintarou (eng)

6

Osamu and Suna came home first. I didn't even bother to greet them and continued doing my homework in the living room.
While Osamu was showering, Suna stood in front of me. I looked up at him, but he wasn't looking at me. He ran a hand over the back of his head, embarrassed, and said, «I wanted to apologize for what happened at the party».
I stared at him for a moment. I wasn't exactly sure how to feel. Did I really want his apology? I partly appreciated the fact that he had decided to talk to me about it instead of pretending nothing happened, but I felt really confused. Plus, I didn't think he felt the need to apologize to me.
«I know that, officially, we can't stand each other, but I don't want you to think I'm a bad person - or at least I don't want your idea of me to get even worse. I care about your brothers very much, and I was out of my mind that night, otherwise I would never have done anything like that», he continued when he realized I wasn't going to intervene. «I know that's not a valid excuse for what I did and I know you think I don't deserve your forgiveness. I think that too, actually. But I'm still hoping you'll give me some kind of second chance or something...»
I felt a bit like a mother receiving an apology from her son's bully. Although I planned to sulk with him for much longer, I couldn't help but feel relieved. A very very very small part of me wanted to forgive him at all costs, perhaps because an annoying Suna was better than a completely helpless one. It was as Kumiko had said: I wanted this situation to be resolved as soon as possible, but I also didn't want to give him up so easily. Now that he had spoken to me in this way, I felt more sympathetic towards him and could imagine myself in his place. I wonder if I would have acted like him too if I were in his position?
«Don't worry, Suna», I said as I got up from the couch and put a hand on his shoulder. He looked at me. «My idea of you is already bordering on the worst».
It took him a moment to realize I was being ironic, but when he did his expression seemed to relax quite a bit.
«But if something like this happens again, don't think I'm going to let you get away with it,» I pointed out.
Suna nodded, «It won't».
Osamu came down from upstairs and told Suna that the bathroom was free. When the brunet was gone, my brother gave me a questioning look.
«What?» I asked.
«Why are you smiling?»
What? Oh. I was smiling.
I shrugged. «It's nothing».
Osamu squared me with a raised eyebrow, as if to say "I'm not buying it, you know?", but dropped the subject and went to the kitchen to make dinner.

From then on, Suna's stupid pranks returned and worse than before. He had discovered that the best way to catch me off guard was to shamelessly flirt with me. He would come up with certain comments and phrases... I never knew how to respond! In addition, it amused him to no end how I would blush and try to talk back but with not-so-great results. I hated it.
These "attacks" became more and more frequent, but this was to his disadvantage. If at first he took me by surprise, now I wouldn't let him do it anymore, and I was the one who enjoyed seeing him widen his eyes and stare at me without saying a word after I had said something a bit daring, perhaps accompanied by a provocative look.
That day, Suna had placed my bag on top of the lockers so that I couldn't reach it because of its height.
«Take it down!» I urged him.
Suna studied his nails with a disinterested manner as he leaned with one shoulder against the lockers, a smirk painted on his face as always. «What would you give me in return for this favor?»
I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at him impatiently. «How about you give me my bag back and I won't kick you as a thank you?»
«Mhm» He laid his index and middle fingers on his chin, pretending to be really thinking about it. «That's a tempting proposition. But how would you like to give me a blowjob instead?»
At that point I was really tempted to slap him, but I knew there were professors nearby and I didn't want to get a suspension, so I decided to play his game and see who would give up first.
«Do you want me that bad, Rintarou?» I asked, leaning against the lockers in turn.
«I just saw an opportunity and took it. Why not make something out of it?»
«Admit it, you're so attracted to me that you have to resort to these stupid tricks to get a chance». I took his tie between my fingers and began to play with it without taking my eyes off of his.
«Come on, [Y/n]-chan. We both know how much you want me. It shows in your eyes every time you look at me».
«I think you're confusing that with disgust».
«Are you sure about that, doll?» He whispered.
He took my chin between his fingers, forcing me to keep my gaze anchored in his. I bit my tongue because I didn't know how to respond. There was something about the way he stared at me that made my throat dry and made me want to slap him and kiss him at the same time.
I huffed irritably, kicking that stupid thought out of my head. I pushed Suna away from me and turned on my heel to look for someone tall enough to help me retrieve my bag.
I was only a few feet away when my phone started ringing. The screen showed an unknown number, but I had an idea of who it might be. I ran to the nearest bathroom and locked myself in, then answered it.
«Hello?» my voice trembled.
«Is this [Y/ln] [Y/n] speaking?» The voice was a man's.
My throat went dry. So that was my real last name?
«Miya [Y/n], actually», I corrected. I didn't want there to be any misunderstanding.
«Oh, right. Excuse me. I'm Yamashita Kohaku. I was told you were looking for Mr. [Y/ln] Masato»
I tried to calm myself down. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears along with my father's name and my head was spinning. «Yes, that's right. Do you know where I can find him? Or how I can contact him?»
The man on the other end of the phone cleared his throat and spoke more quietly than before. «Miss, I'm sorry, but Mr. [Y/ln] died two years ago in a car accident».

Hi!
Chapter with a surprise! I hope you all enjoy it.
I apologize if it's not "realistic" in the sense that it doesn't really reflect the procedures that would be put in place to find a parent after being placed in an orphanage. I did some research but didn't understand much about it, so I opted to write it that way. If you have any tips to make it more truthful, please let me know! :)
Thanks for reading my story, I appreciate it so much.
Until the next chapter! :)