sour boy | suna rintarou (eng)

20

On the Sunday before finals week, 'Samu asked our dad to drive him somewhere, and when they returned, Suna was with them, carrying a duffle bag over his shoulder and a backpack on his back.
I was in the hall reviewing my notes when they entered the house. All three of them had a troubled expression on their faces - though Suna masked it pretty well with total apathy.
Without saying anything, 'Samu accompanied his friend upstairs.
«What's going on?» I asked my dad in a low voice.
«Suna is going to stay with us for a while. He didn't want to talk about it, but I think he's been having problems with his father again.»
I nodded. My parents knew as much as I did about Suna's home-situation, which was little-to-nothing. My brothers were only allowed to say certain things, rightfully so, without going into too much detail about what Suna told them.
I could feel my chest getting heavy, but I returned my concentration on my books, trying to ignore that feeling.
Will he sleep in the guest room? I asked myself. What a pointless question. Of course he would sleep there, and where else?
Is he okay? Another useless question. Of course he wasn't. Walking into the house, he hadn't even looked at me for a second, but I had clearly seen the anger in his eyes.

An hour later, Suna, 'Samu, and 'Tsumu all came downstairs. The twins in sports clothes, while Suna was wearing the same sweatpants as when he had arrived with.
«[Y/n], me and 'Samu are going for a run. Can you tell mom and dad?» Atsumu said.
Your friend is probably miserable right now, and you guys are going for a run? I thought, but didn't say it. They must have asked him. And they must have definitely believed him when he said, "Sure, go ahead, no problem." My brothers don't have an ounce of empathy.
«Yeah, all right. See you later,» I replied.
Suna sat down next to me. «Do you mind if I stay here and study with you?»
His tone was flat and calm; if I hadn't known him, I never would have thought he was terribly angry at that moment.
«No, go ahead.» I moved my things to make room for him on the coffee table.

We spent at least half an hour in silence. I felt a little embarrassed. Suna wasn't trying to make his pain imposing, but I could still feel it.
«Suna,» I murmured, drawing his attention. «I know we don't exactly get along, but if you ever need anything -»
A bitter laugh interrupted my speech.
«So now you want to be friends, [Y/n]-chan? Sweet of you,» Suna hissed, in a tone as acidic as it was sarcastic.
I got up from the floor, grabbing my things. What did I think he would say to me?
«Nevermind,» I huffed, then left for my room.
What had I been thinking? Suna and I weren't friends, and I certainly couldn't help him in any way. It had been stupid of me to think that my words would please him.
He didn't have to answer me like that anyway, said the little voice in my head. How could I expect Suna to be polite to me when he was mad at the world, though? Then again, I had done the same thing when I learned about my father and uncle.
I sat down at my desk. I hated being so empathetic. I wanted to justify Suna and accuse him at the same time, and that only served to give me a huge headache.

A few moments later, Suna opened my door without knocking and closed it behind him. His green eyes that day seemed grayer and emptier than usual, but somehow, more expressive.
«Can you leave?» I asked.
«Sorry,» he murmured and sat down on my bed without looking at me. «I'm not mad at you, it's just that I'm angry and I know I had no right to respond to you like that when you were just trying to do something good for me.»
I stood still looking at him. I wasn't sure how to respond. Was I supposed to be sarcastic? Maybe Suna felt better talking to that version of me. Or maybe I should have told him it didn't matter and that I understood him? Because I did. Inside, I breathed a sigh of relief at his words, even though they made me realize how sad Suna really was in that moment. He was talking the same way he had told me "Never mind" after he and the volleyball team had lost to nationals the year before.
«I'm not really good at talking about my feelings out loud, even to Osamu and Atsumu,» he admitted.
I nodded and turned my chair around so I could face him. I smiled slightly at him. «Thank you for apologizing. And if there's anything I can do to help you feel better, let me know. Okay?»
Suna looked at me like I had just given him all the gold in the world, incredulous. This made me a little uncomfortable, so I added, «Take it while you can. As soon as you go back to being your usual insufferable-asshole-self, I'll go back to my usual behavior too.»
This brought a smile to his face. He nodded, returning his gaze to the floor.
Suna ran a hand through his hair and then stood up. He said goodbye and walked out of my room.
I tried to get back to my studies, but the brunet's monotone voice kept repeating in my head. I wondered what had happened at his place... No, it's none of my business, I told myself.
My phone vibrated, showing a notification. It was a message from Kumiko asking me if I wanted to make a video call to go over our notes together. I smiled, it was just what I needed at that moment.
Without waiting, I called her. Her face appeared on the screen a few seconds later.
«Hey,» I said.
«Hi [Y/n],» she replied. «What subject do you want to start with?»
We studied together for a few hours until my mother called me for dinner.
I said goodbye to Kumiko, telling her I'd call her back later to tell her what had happened just before with Suna, and joined my family to eat.

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