𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬༉‧₊˚.

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

"No one has ever cared about me" I mumble

"Y/n. I do" 

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I rub my eyes open looking around. I see that Suna's asleep on the floor. Poor Suna  I get up from bed and look at the time 6:05. What happened last night? I don't remember a single thing. All I remember is that I started to cry when we got to his apartment. Suna is still asleep, with one arm dangling. The couch is pretty high and his arms are so long, that his hand rest on the floor. I head over to him and cover him with the blanket. I look at his hand and vaguely remember that I removed his bandage. 

I go to the bathroom and look around for bandages. I open the cabinet and see his colognes. I pick up the delicate bottle Versace Eros. I spray a little on my neck. "Didn't know you liked how I smelled." Suna hugs me from behind. He lays his head on my neck. "Good morning" I say, looking up at him. He lightly kisses me on the cheek, "Today we have a practice game with Nekoma" He reminds me "You don't have to wear the school uniform. Let me get something." He leaves and returns with one of his shirts. I reach out to grab it. It has a left pocket, and it's embroidered with his number. "Just a good luck charm" He winks at me.

He's so flirty, I mean he's always been. Yet every time it gives me butterflies.

I head to the kitchen to see what I can eat. I find some froot loops, my favorite, and eat while he showers. How'd I end up here? I check the weather on my phone and it's going to  be chilly today. I go through Suna's drawers and I find some grey sweatpants.  I hope he won't mind. I get changed and wait on the couch scrolling thru instagram. A post reads: Are y/n and Suna a thing? 

"How do I look?" Suna's wearing a button down, a few buttons unbottened, where you can catch a glimpse of his chest. The shirt also brings out his collarbones. He paired his shirt with black corduroy jeans and black converse. "Well? I know I look good but staring's rude." Suna says sarcastically. "Isn't that a bit much for a practice game?" I ask. I mean he does  look good, but he won't be wearing that for long. 

Suna fixes his hair in the mirror. "It's Tokyo after all. And I see that you stole my clothes" He chuckles. Tokyo hear we come.

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We get in the car and head over to the gym and wait for the others. "Well nobody else is here" we sit on the bleachers while we wait. "So y/n." Suna plays with his hair while talking. "Yes Suna?" I look up at him. "Well I'm sure you've heard the rumors. We have 2 options. Address the rumors,or let them talk." I'm sure he's referring to the posts I've seen on instagram. "I do have a reputation, you know" Suna says teasingly. "I say let them say whatever they want" I respond. I can tell he's pleased with my response, as he's smirking.

 Typical Suna. He's change since I last saw him. I guess he just grew up.

"We're here~" Atsumu swings the gym door open. Behind him is Osamu looking annoyed.  Kita enters the gym looking calm and collected as always. "Hey I thought we were dressing casual" Osamu says looking at Suna, and sits with us on the bleachers. Atsumu sets his bag down and sits as well. "I mean it is Tokyo" Atsumu says while rubbing his chin in thought. "I need to get something, be right back" I get up and walk to the locker room.

Suna's Pov

"Hey Suna~" Atsumu has that smile on his face that means he's up to no good "What Sumu" I hope this isn't another one of his dumb questions "Aren't those your clothes that y/n's wearing' Atsumu asks raising his eyebrows up and down. "Maybe" I murmur. "I thought you guys were just friends?" Osamu adds. "Yeah and a good friend let's her borrow their clothes so they don't wear dirty clothes." I retort. "How come you never share your clothes with me." Atsumu rolls his eyes at me. "Because you never give them back" I look at the gym doors and people are starting to arrive. "Tokyo here we come!" Atsumu says.