sour boy | suna rintarou (eng)

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I'd left the party without telling anyone and had justified it with "I was drunk and fell asleep right when I got home". My brothers had gotten so angry, lecturing me and telling me that they were worried sick about me. Atsumu also said, «And then you dumped Kuroo without even saying goodbye. That wasn't very nice of you.»
Kuroo. I had forgotten about him... And I felt guilty. I mean, I didn't even know him, but he had been nice to me and he had treated me good. I had been just rude.
Atsumu, however, had left him my instagram, which meant that if he wanted to he would contact me.
Suna was acting the same as always, but he had started to play less pranks on me. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Two days later we celebrated Kumiko's birthday. She had a small party in a park, with tarps on the lawn and picnic food. It was very cute.
I thought my brothers would give her a gift together, but instead they had each given her one. 'Tsumu had kept it simple with a t-shirt and 'Samu had given her a book by her favorite author. I was surprised at the latter's excellent choice.... He'd always been terrible at giving gifts, but this time he'd got it right.
Kumiko had also invited Suna, although they hardly ever spoke, lately she was always there when we went out. That day he looked particularly handsome: he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and soft pants, totally different from usual. When I'd pointed it out to him he'd told me they were his friend's clothes, that he'd spent the night at his place and so he'd lent them to him.
«They look good on you,» I told him playfully.
«I didn't know you liked nice guys, [Y/n]-chan. In fact, I could have sworn otherwise given your taste in the bed,» he whispered in my ear, making me blush.
I pushed him away from me and he laughed at my embarrassment.
I had never realized how much his smile looked good on him. Suna always had this apathetic, cold expression on his face.... Seeing him laugh was an unexpected and sweet sight. It made me feel at peace with myself, so much so that I forgot I had to sulk and let myself get involved by laughing in turn.
I was reminded again of the conversation we'd had, when he'd told me I was amazing with everyone but him. If behaving with him the way I did with others would bring that smile to his lips more often, I was willing to make an effort. Too bad I didn't have many opportunities.

Over the next few weeks, Suna began to show up less and less. Sometimes he would disappear for days at a time and wouldn't even answer the phone.
My brothers got used to the situation all too quickly, saying that Suna had spoken to them and explained that he felt the need to keep to herself. I wasn't at all reassured by this, though, because he was missing several days of school and several practices. Qualifying for the spring Interhighs would begin in October and there wasn't much longer to go. Suna and 'Tsumu were the only two third years left on the team after the last tournament, which was already challenging, and if Suna kept missing class after class...

Without the asphyxiating heat of summer, walking around was more pleasant, which is why I stood several minutes outside the door of Suna's house without knocking.... And maybe also because of the strong feeling of anxiety I was feeling.
Suna hadn't come to school that day either. Since he didn't answer his calls or messages, I had decided that I could only talk to him in person. He had been missing for three days and I was really worried. If he keeps this up, he could lose the year.
I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. I heard footsteps and voices on the other side of the door until Suna came to open it.
As soon as he saw me he seemed to turn to ice and I was no different. He had a huge purple bruise on his face.
«What are you doing here?» he asked monotonously.
I tried to speak but no sound came out of my mouth. What had happened to him? Had someone hurt him? Had it been...? No, I didn't want to think about it.
A little girl with short tousled black hair popped up from behind Suna's back. She said, «Hello. Who are you?»
At that point I woke up. I had seen Rin's sister Yuki several times, but we had never been officially introduced.
I did my best to smile at her and replied, «Hi. I'm [Y/n], a classmate of Rintarou. I brought him my notes from the last few classes.»
Suna stared at me like he was considering whether to kill me or hide me in a basement and let me rot.
«Do you want some tea?» Yuki asked.
I looked at her brother trying to figure out if it was okay with him or not, but I didn't get any kind of information from his face - except that he was angry. Well, so was I.
«Yes, thank you,» I said, and Yuki motioned for Suna to let me in.
The house was exactly as I remembered it from the last time.
«Yuki, while you're making tea [Y/n] show me the notes, okay? We're in my room. Don't get burned.»
Yuki nodded, all pleased, and ran into the kitchen. Apparently they didn't get visitors very often.
Suna guided me to his room and closed the door behind us.
«What are you doing here?» he asked again.
I pulled a notebook out of my bag. «Notes,» I replied, shrugging my shoulders. «And I was...worried about you.»
Suna sighed and dropped dead weight onto his bed. «Before you ask any prying questions, I'm not going to talk about this -» he said, pointing to his face. «- And I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention it to anyone. Especially Osamu and Atsumu.»
I bit the inside of my cheek. I really wanted to ask him what happened to him, but I had to respect his privacy.
«Anyway, you have no reason to be worried about me. Everything is fine.»
No, it's not! I wanted to scream at him, but, again, I kept quiet.
«Thanks for the notes.» He then added, changing his tone slightly.
I was angry. I wanted to tell him that he needed to stop self-sabotage and that whatever problems he had, we could deal with them together and everything would be okay, but he shouldn't let this period ruin his future.
«Aren't you going to talk?» he asked, after a few minutes of me being silent.
I took a big breath and tried to smile as naturally as I could. «I hope my notes can help you catch up on your missed classes. If you don't understand something, feel free to call me.»
Suna looked at me, raising an eyebrow. «You're weird.»
Yuki's voice rang out from the kitchen, announcing that the tea was ready.

Hi!
I'm glad the story has positive feedback despite not posting as much as before. I apologize, I'm not very happy with this chapter and the following ones. They were written during a pretty dark time for me, and it affected my creativity and writing.
Still, I hope you enjoyed it!
Until the next chapter :)