Flight I-1018I Suna Rintarou x Reader

Satori

The birds closing in made you anxious, they've gotten closer since the last time you looked at them. But you were going faster, higher than them now. You tried to make your fingers not so tense. On the other side of where you sat, a person giggling to themselves because a pilot was afraid of killing one innocent bird.

"Could you shut up already?" You asked with a frustrated tone, still keeping an eye on those birds.

"Leave those damn birds alone. You kill one, so what? No air cops are gonna come after you." Suna claimed.

"So what!? I thought we went through this, Suna? I don't like killing animals! And who says air cops weren't a thing and they don't arrest people who kill birds!? You'll be sorry once you end up in jail." You bared your teeth together.

The birds slowly went nonexistent from your view, making you feel better, safer. Not Suna though. Even though you made this man banana nut bread, though he hasn't eaten it yet, was still a jackass to you sometimes. And you were dreading the feeling of going back to the airport Shiratorizawa. Most of all, you dreaded meeting up with that Satori guy again.

"We'll be flying for this, for what? The next three hours?" You heard Suna sigh.

For the next three hours you mean I'll be worrying about Satori. If the man's even there at this time. Why couldn't I've been sent to Nekoma? You cried in your head. Of course, Suna couldn't sense your worry's. Who knows if he knows the guy? Maybe Suna has the pleasure of never meting him.

It felt like you kept on flying and flying for hours stacked on hours, because you were flying for hours stacked on hours. That's the life of a pilot. Flying. You loved it. You loved the sense of adventure. But sometimes, on rare occasions, you're reminded you're flying turns a freaky redhead and that makes the whole traveling process unsettling.

Suna glanced at you. He could see that nervous appearance you were wearing for whatever reason. And for whatever reason, he wanted to help you. "We're almost there. Twenty minutes left to go and we'll land." He wanted to sound positive, but his deadpan voice never let him.

He heard you gave a shaky sigh. "Yeah... Twenty minutes..." He noted you didn't sound any better.

"Then we'll fly back, and I'll get to taste your banana but bread." A small smirk tugged at his lips, and he noticed at yours to. A feeling deep inside him developed.

"Hey, passengers! We'll be landin' now." You said into your microphone, looking back at Suna, who's hand was clapped over his mouth. You unpressed the button on the side of your headphones. "To much slang? Excitement?" You asked, trying to not let the anger win over you and fight this guy right then and there.

"N...No...perfection.." He choked on his laugh.

"It's not funny!" You hissed. "Just land the plane..."

The two of you landed on airfield successfully and without any problem. You could feel stress leave your being as you landed carefully, finally getting back on the ground. You rested your head on your headrest of your seat.

Suna didn't understand why you were so tense about flying today, but you seemed to be brightening up since landing. His vision glanced down at your arms and hands, then noticed something in between.

"(Y/n), what's that on your arm?" He pointed at the burn you'd marked yourself on the oven yesterday.

Your eyes followed his finger. You learned he was talking about your wrist. The makeup must've wiped dry because it wasn't there now and the burn stuck out put against your (s/c) skin.