[✓] 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 . suna rintarou

24. can we stay like this for a while?

warning
implying sex

narrator's pov.
day 3 of nationals.

osamu's words must have stuck with him, because earlier today he'd decided to come by. the only issue is that you weren't there. he knew you were still checked in because he knew there's no way you were missing out on your friend's team's games. they're too important to you.

he sat in the lobby waiting for you to come back - he must've spent hours there.

then it was 7pm.

"suna?"

"y/n," he said, sitting up properly in his chair, stopping himself from biting his nails anymore.

you slowly walked past him and towards the stairs, "what are you doing here?"

he stood up and followed you like a lost puppy. "i came to apologise."

"you already apologised."

"i did something really, really shitty and you've been avoiding me for days. i need to apologise properly."

"i just needed time to think, rin."

"rin?" he thought, "that must be a good sign, right?"

"do you need more time to think?"

you sighed as you got to the top of the stairs. "i don't know."

you walked down the hotel hallway towards your room, pulling out your key card and swiping it.

yeah, it didn't work. "shit, it was working just this morning!" you groaned. "can you...?"
he tried to hide his smile as he grabbed your key card and swiped it for you.

you hated how hard it was for him to not be cocky about this.

suna leaned against the doorway while you dropped your bag. you turned around, "i saw you lost your game."

"i saw that you were there, i'm glad you still came."

"yeah, well i had nothing else to do," you shrugged.

this was weird.

"y/n, i really am sorry, i regret everything i did."

"i talked to kaori yesterday. we were out for lunch with yukie."

"did you have fun?"

you leaned your head against the side of the door, staring at him. his head was leaned against the door frame. "she told me you moaned my name."

he groaned and got all red and embarrassed. "i don't know what to say," he told you, tongue in cheek.

you sighed, "you're an idiot."

"i know," he said.

"i'm sorry about the game, you guys did good."

"good, just not great i guess."

"i feel bad for the third-years," you said, playing around with your fingers.

"yeah, i mean it sucks that i'm never gonna play with them again."

the two of you stood there in silence.

i really don't know how it happened, maybe it was a tension in the air, or maybe it was the pent up frustration in both of you.

one thing led to another and all of a sudden you were kissing.

then he was on top of you.

and then you were on top of him.

your hands were running through his hair again and he was muttering curses under his breath.

and now here he is, naked and up against you in your hotel bed.

you have got to stop doing this in hotel rooms in tokyo.

you're both lying on your sides, facing each other. your fingers brush away the hair from his eyes and his hand rests on your arm.

"are you still mad at me?" he whispers.

you sigh, cupping his jaw gently, "no, im not mad."

"is there a but?"

"but," you started, "i think that... i think that we should take a break. even just a short one."

he tenses up and you really can't tell what he's thinking or feeling right now judging from the expression on his face.

you rest your forehead on his, "you alright?"

"does this mean we're breaking up?"

"don't think of it as breaking up. breaking up means it's all coming to an end, y'know? i don't want this to end, i like us."

"do you really think it'll help?"

"it's like a test with no wrong answers. it'll either make our relationship stronger, or show that we weren't meant to be. or something like that. i don't know i'm pretty sure i saw this in a movie."

"was it another 90s romcom?"

"actually i think i read that on reddit."

"and you call me the idiot?"

you scoff and grab your shirt that got tangled up in the sheets behind him. putting it on, you realise that you accidentally grabbed his. "shit, sorry" you say, gripping it at the hem ready to take it off and switch it.

he grabs your hand and pushes you back onto the bed softly. "it's alright, you already have it on."

just as you go to say something about how you probably won't be able to give it back to him for a while (if at all), you see him smile and realise that he wants you to have it.

fucking sap.

"how long?" he asks.

"how about this, i'll text you when i'm ready and you text me when you are. we can't text for at least a month, okay?"

"what if i text and you don't?"

"we meet up at our park and we talk."

rintarou throws his head back, offering a reluctant "okay."

"be optimistic about it, rin. this plan can't possibly go wrong."

he sighs as he traces random words onto your shoulder. "can we stay like this for a while?"

you roll your eyes, secretly happy that he wanted that right now. "yes, rin, we can stay like this."

you stayed like that for about an hour, talking about everything and absolutely nothing all at once. you hadn't forgotten or forgiven him, but you couldn't be mad anymore. you just couldn't.

part of you wondered why was it so hard to hate him, but the other part knew that that wasn't really a question worth asking at all. he's your first love and there is no changing that.

when he left, you didn't cry like you had anticipated. you just went back to bed and laid there kind of emotionless for a while, eventually falling asleep at around 10.

it had been two restless nights, and you were finally able to sleep.

author's note - unedited
written at 3-5am like most of my chapters lately

also i may or may not be ending this book soon 😀 xoxoxox peace and love! 💓🙏🙏😇