Sweet

Twenty

Days passed since the unfortunate (for Suna at least) incident, and you were both acting just like how you two used to. After that dreadful night, you didn't seem mad at him so things went back to normal easily. Not to mention all the frustrations from that night were relieved the next morning. Suna learned a valuable lesson from that experience. He could edge you but denying your orgasm would be asking for death.

Quite literally.

But right now, none of that mattered because he was busy practicing with the team. Huffing as he tried to catch his breath, he could only bite his lower lip as he silently wondered why his body felt a little heavier than usual. No, it wasn't because he gained weight, that would be impossible. It also wasn't because he caught a cold because as far as he knew, he didn't have any symptoms. However, if this could mean that he was only about to catch a cold, that would be plausible.

He released a heavy breath before straightening his back, looking around the court. Everyone was still eagerly practicing, the harsh sound of the ball hitting the floor rung in his ears. He looked at the giant digital clock on the wall, it seemed like he still had an hour left before dismissal. He stretched his shoulders a little, releasing the tension that was bothering him a little.

"I'll rest after this." Suna told himself as he prepared to spike another ball. He knew that if he were to push himself despite not feeling that well, it would only bite him back in the end.

Suna raised his hand to call for Atsumu's attention, signalling that he wanted a toss. The setter quickly understood and positioned himself in a place where he could set a ball for Suna with ease. With a nod of his head, Hinata who was standing near him tossed the ball at him and Suna began running. Atsumu meticulously calculated the distance between Suna and the net and the perfect position to place the ball. With a proud grin, he tossed the ball with ease, confident that it was perfect and could be spiked with no problems.

That was until Suna jumped.

The minute Suna's feet left the ground, he gritted his teeth and knitted his brows in annoyance. His jump was short because his body was feeling heavy. Nonetheless, he angled himself better to at least get the ball to the other side of the net. Stretching his arm and shoulder, he hit the ball with all his might. He heard Atsumu clicking his tongue at his performance but he didn't pay it no mind. Because once he landed on the ground, he accidentally twisted his right foot due to wrong footing. As if in slow motion, his eyes widened as his body tilted, gravitating towards the floor while desperately trying to support himself with his hand but he failed. The sweat on his palm became the catalyst of his fall.

The last thing Suna remembered was Atsumu screaming his name until his head hit the ground, and everything went black.

-

With the customers flooding your cafe, the wonderful smell of sweets and pastries, the somewhat sunny day, and the beautiful jazz music playing on the radio, you could say that you were having a great day. Your smile was reaching ear to ear, elated by how smooth your day went despite how busy it was. You didn't encounter any rude customers and miraculously, there weren't any inconveniences in any department either.

You hummed in delight as you carefully took off your apron, it was finally the end of your shift and you couldn't take your smile off of your lips. You were in a great mood, eyes shimmering and face free from any worries. You giggled as you collected your things, opening your phone to see if you got a text or call from Suna. Surprisingly, you got neither of the two. Perplexed, you blinked and decided to give him a call.

But then, Atsumu's contact information suddenly flashed on your screen; he was calling you. You didn't know why but your heart suddenly sunk to your stomach, you felt cold and nervous. Bewildered yet anxious, you answered the call. Your shaky hands slowly pressed your phone against your ear.