Flight I-1018I Suna Rintarou x Reader

Extras!!

#1 Extra: Atsumu stalks Suna 👀

the story kinda felt there was a part missing without this part! - im in love

When Suna got home in his apartment, he felt a wave of boredom crash on top of him. What was he to do? He was still standing in the kitchen at the time, getting ready to change into nicer fitting clothes, as he did so, a idea popped into his head. You liked food, did you not? The thought of him personally making a dessert for you made him blush.

The fresh hoodie wrapped around his chest, and sweat pants dragging around his ankles, he got to work. He mixed batter into a red mixing bowl of his, stirring it but not too much, he didn't want it to dry out. He breathed in, taking the scent into his nose, it already smelled great. The apartment was almost a tasty treat if anyone were to come in and sniff it.

He took out a pan, pouting the batter inside of it and laying it into the oven. He'd set the timer for about a hour, with that he felt to check a few notifications he didn't see yet from getting home from work.

Suna stayed like that, resting his back on the comfy couch until he heard a familiar ding. Getting up, the kitchen reeked of flavors, the food was sure to taste good, wasn't it? He successfully got the pan out, his arms felt unburned. The pan was hot, the food wasn't any cooler. It looked great. You'd love it. Hopefully.

By his standards, he arrived at work early. He was aware Ginjima would yell at him for being 'late' in his eyes. He sighed, taking the basket of banana bread with him, knowing he needed someplace to drop it off. That storage room, it was empty and no one actually goes in there last time he checked. He'd sit the basket there before work started.

Walking in, he had no problem with Ginjima, seeing he was as busy as ever and so was himself he wasn't going to stay long. With the papers now in his belonging, waving off Ginjima, he headed turns the storage room. Ginjima couldn't possibly seen him walk in a different direction, not by all the people stepping up and checking in. Suna was sure to be safe from his prying eyes, not a soul to ask what he was doing. Not that any would care.

The storage room door was right in front of him, body's of people were just blocking the view of it. He scanned for the quickest route to find a way there, decided the fastest way was to just try and dodge their elbows. There he went, going for it, hoping to come out alive. There were so many people, no one could blame him for not noticing the pair of footsteps tracking him from behind.

Cranking open the door was all Suna was allowed to muster, boulders of passengers crowded around him still, ignoring them, he went in. Hand searching for the light switch, once finding it, he flicked it on. The storage room hadn't changed a bit from the last time he'd been inside it, he doubted it change at all.

Stepping up to a large, wooden box, he carefully sat the basket there, nothing would damage it, there wasn't a thing for him to fear of something eating it either. It'd be safe until you'd come here yourself. Knowing the task was done, he turned to leave, only to be stopped by a invisible force. He wouldn't have imagined that he'd met eyes with Atsumu today, especially not now.

Sana's mouth hanged open in shock, blood pounding in his ears. What was he to do?

"What's that?" Atsumu asked, voice full of his country accent. It was clear what he was quizzing Suna over.

What was he to tell him? "Nothing. Why are you here?" His brows frowned at the blonde, he shouldn't be here.

"No. Why are ya here?" Atsumu's teeth were gritted. This was the first time Suna had ever seen Atsumu angry at someone besides Osamu. "And what's in that basket?" He repeated the same question. His hand pouched on his hip now, his feet were grounded. He wasn't going to leave without an answer.