Flight I-1018I Suna Rintarou x Reader

A pretty face

The next morning you woke up with bedhead hair. Glancing in the mirror, you thought you were staring at Kuroo at first, only to realize it was you. After combing your hair to look like a some what human being, you went out to get a cup of coffee at a simple cafe near by. Since you were already planning on going shopping, why not just go get coffee up town while you were at it? And you went through with your plans.

Here you are. Sitting at a cafe by a window, Googling photo's of dating outfits to wear. You were trying to get creative with yours, at least a tiny bit. You tried to come up with a outfit Suna would most likely wear and go off of that. But as you realized of yesterday, you don't know what kind of clothes Suna even owes and wears around town, so it was a challenging for you. Wondering if Suna was having any problems like yours, you took another sip of your coffee, still continuing your scrolling on Google for outfits to wear.

Little to a few appealed to your tastes. Kuroo did say if they dressed like a homeless person to leave. And you most certainly didn't want Suna to leave you when you both left for your date. You were now living your life by Kuroo's words, he was a dating God back in high school and collage as he did say. Your scrolling suddenly paused. What about Suna's dating life? Was he a dating God like Kuroo? Suna was good looking. He was probably way out of your league now that you were thinking about it. You felt like you were melting into your shoes. You didn't know anything about dating like Kuroo did.

You picked up your cup of coffee, setting off, trying to not let the thoughts take over your head and pride. The only reason Suna would want to date a low life like yourself is because of the food. And the only reason you agreed to go out with him is because of free food. Suna maybe wasn't way out of your league, maybe he was right in it.

The phones though. You thought. He doesn't even like flying! And that's what I base my life off of. Flying. And he likes phones and computers and stuff... Suna was forced into flying by his family.

It was a little sad now that you were thinking about it. You wouldn't know what to do with yourself if you were focused into technology instead of flying. Technology was great and all, and you were grateful to have it, it was just... That wasn't where your dreams lay. Planes isn't where Suna's dreams lay either.

You headed into a store. The walls were mostly glass, the place filled to the brim with windows. You weren't here to stare at the scenery though, shopping was what you were here to do. Shopping for clothes, great at it you'll be. No. What were you thinking. You didn't usually do this, you didn't know how to shop for clothes. You didn't even know what you were getting really.

"Would I look good in black?" You held a black dress that ran all the way down to your knees. You gazed at yourself in the mirror while you did this, only to put the dress back up on the hanger.

You pondered around the store some more. You stumbled upon a cute jean jacket, half was cloth, you noticed as you neared it. The back part of it being cloth, the sleeves being jean. Your hand traveled down one of the sleeves.

"I could make this work with something..." You whispered, taking the jacket off the rack on throwing it over your arm.

You searched the store of all its goods it had to offer, the goods that would go along well with the jean jacket of course. The shirt section is where you were lead to wonder to find clothes. You passed a couple things, some shirts looking better to your tastes than others. Your eyes landed like a plane on a certain shirt, (f/c) one. The (f/c) shirt had pockets on both sides near the bottom of it, (f/c) lace was frosted around the neck too. How could you say no to such a shirt that would go along perfectly with the jacket and you actually liked it?