VOID (suna)

11

so apparently, suna was famous. or at least, popular.

your school, inarizaki high, was one of the best high schools in japan regarding volleyball.
the miya twins, osamu and atsumu miya, one a spiker and the other one the setter, were the best twins known in the domain of high school volleyball (there probably weren't so many though).

rintarou suna was one of japan's best middle blockers.

honestly, you felt kind of dumb. you weren't quite keen of the sport, not of any sport except for your own. but if he was this famous, you should've at least heard his name before. maybe you should've listened to the gossip groups on the schoolyard more, which were talking about those handsome volleyball players a lot, according to saya.

all in all, saya hadn't been able to get out of her amazement for the whole break. you'd told her everything, like always because that was how you two did it. no details were spared: the truth or dare, the kiss, the dance, you puking, waking up in his bed, grocery shopping, the ride home.

saya'd lay back on the stairs, groaning in annoyance. "y/nnnn, i'm so jealous!!" she complained. you shrugged your shoulders, letting out a sigh. "there's nothing to be jealous of, except maybe the kiss. we didn't have sex and i can't even contact him..."

your friend frowned, toying with her braid. "from what you've told me, there's a lot more to it! he's kind of famous. but you can contact him personally" she suggested, wiggling her eyebrows. you just scoffed in reply.

but there was no way around it, actually, considering the bag with his clothes in your room. you couldn't keep it forever even if you wanted to. "i just need to give him his clothes back..." you mumbled under your breath.

"what clothes exactly?" saya implied, her eyes examining you like she could read the answer from your features. in conclusion, she didn't miss the light shade of pink that was flushing your cheeks.

"boxers, sweatpants and a sweater." your friend squeaked enthusiastically, probably more happy about it than you were. in fact, you weren't that happy about everything that happened since saturday night.

today was tuesday. and the previous events were still in your head, gapless. you were utterly embarrassed about all that you'd done, especially the unpleasant things of course.

"i don't think i can face him, to be honest" you said, a nervous chuckle leaving your mouth. your face was contorted to a pained smile. saya nudged your shoulder encouragingly.

"of course, you can! don't forget that you're hot? and even if it's just about his clothes. if we consider that he took you grocery shopping even though you'd peed yourself the day before, your chances are really good!"

you buried your face in your hands, shaking your head slightly. "wanna talk a little bit louder, i think he didn't hear it yet?" you complained, the words muted by your palms.

saya shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

"i think we should look for him during the next break. he's in our parallel class so maybe we could catch him after the lesson?" she offered, bluntly ignoring your unpleased look.

"he probably doesn't want to see me..." you tried again, but the pure determination in her eyes made your words trip. you pursed your lips, blowing out the air like a pouty child.

"try again, miss convincible!" she encouraged you, an evil smile crossing her features. „dude, we, or me at least and i am sure suna too, we want to forget this okay? it was embarrassing and it was a one time thing!" you declared exhausted.

saya rolled her eyes. „at least give him his clothes back. just for an excuse. i wanna know how he smells" she literally raved. there was nothing against it, you couldn't keep his clothes forever. even if you wanted to.

„fine. i'll just get him to meet me, deliver the clothes and that's it. meanwhile, you'll get to smell him" you gave in, getting up from the stairs to make room for some students coming downstairs.

saya grinned at you sheepishly. „you're a psychopath..." you mumbled, shaking your head, pacing up to distance yourself from her, playfully embarrassed.

„hey! stop running! i'm a gemini, it's not my fault!" was to be heard from behind and you looked over your shoulder, almost jogging now to get away from her.

but your chuckle soon was muffled by your face meeting someone's chest. muscular chest. nice scent. heat crawling up your neck. you looked up, what you saw caused your heart to drop.

for both your and the guy's sake, you were in some kind of shock-induced paralysis, unable to move any muscle. god really decided on fucking with your mind today. you'd never forget those scary yet attractive narrow eyes that'd looked into yours for so many times two days ago.

but right now, there was no spark. they weren't tempting, instead the green-yellowish iris appeared dull and tired. the only thing familiar was his indifferent expression, facing you like he'd never given you a smile ever. he looked like he couldn't even smile properly.

„come on, suna! we gotta hurry!" someone called, one of his equally tall friends. suna blinked down at you, until he retreaded a bit to get around you. „yeah, coming!" he replied, his eyes finally letting go of you. it kinda made your heart clench when he passed you, not saying a word.

like you were strangers. you'd expected him to be not quite happy about you being enrolled in the same school, but you didn't think he'd have no reaction.

just when he took his tenth step away from you, saya came to a stop next to you, totally out of breath. „w-was that...suna?" she implied, coughing as if she'd ran a marathon and not just two hundred meters. all you could do was give her a simple nod, any other move was denied by your brain.

you were still paralyzed, petrified by his ice cold gaze. but you felt even colder, now that his presence was fading and his eyes weren't focusing on you anymore.

saya said something, but you didn't listen.

***

„yo, suna. who was that girl back there? she's hella cute!" atsumu exclaimed, raising his eyebrows excitedly. suna's mind was occupied with the image of you, staring at him wide-eyed , the scent of your shampoo still tickling his nose from when you ran into him.

your chin had hit his chest, and even though you barely wore any make-up, he'd recognized you immediately. your {e/c} eyes looking up at him, your fingernails that'd dug into his shirt for the instant of the collision, the outline of your lips. he'd recognized it all.

osamu nudged him with his elbow, noticing that his best friend had lost focus. suna stuffed his hands in his pockets, shrugging his shoulders for an answer.

„i don't know her" he lied, forcing himself not to look up, scared to get caught in the act. atsumu's whine didn't reach his ears. the brunette just stared at the floor in front of his feet, waiting for your smell of ginger and lemon to fade.

but when it eventually did, he wished it would've stayed a little bit longer.