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The morning was basically everyone for themselves and their own business. It wasn't eventful for anyone sort format he occasional bumping into Atsumu. When y/n would walk by, she knew he'd be looking back and taking a look at her ass.
Then, night fell and dinner was awkward for the both of them. He was on the other end of the table, slumped down on his chair while y/n was opposite him.
Kuroo cleared their throat then spoke up. "You okay?"
Y/n's head shot up and replied "yeah I am" at the same time as Atsumu.
Shooting a glare at Atsumu, y/n pursed her lips and tried to not look suspicious.
"I was talking to y/n... Somethings up", Kuroo narrowed his eyes. "What did you two do?"
"Nothing man", Atsumu rolled his eyes. "Come on Kuroo, everyone's looking..."
Sighing Kuroo sat back down in his seat then leaned forward. He linked his fingers together then placed his elbows on the table. Placing his chin on his hand, y/n could tell he was about to talk business.
"What are we gonna do with the address?", he raised a brow.
No replies.
"Hmm?"
Y/n tilted her head up and her eyes met his. Oh, he was talking to her. Shit.
"I- ah, I don't know", she said quietly then fiddled with her fingers.
"Well these are your friends we're trying to find, not mine."
Y/n put herself into work and began thinking. What should she do? What should she-
"How about we just go tonight? Expect an ambush because we don't know what we're walking into but this address may be useful. Ukai won't chat shit about this."
Y/n turned her head to her right and saw the man beside her with a soft smile, fluffy obsidian hair and blue eyes.
Akaashi.
"Yeah", y/n said, smiling back.
"Alright, who's going?"
Ping.
The noise rang in the room and all their eyes averted to the man standing by a bookshelf. His green eyes were on his phone and the white light reflected onto his face.
"Do you fucking mind, Suna?"
"No, not at all, I can go", he waved his hand to dismiss them. "I got business. See you later fuckers."
He walked towards the double door and slipped his phone into his blazer. His black button up shirt was slightly open, exposing a silver chain that dangled down.
"You better not be going to those fucking street races again!", Kuroo shouted while Suna opened the door and began exiting.
No reply.
"If I hear that he's been to that fucking illegal street racing shit, he's dead this time."
"Isn't everything you do illegal though", y/n blurted out, not thinking twice.
Fuck. Shouldn't have said that.
Kuroo simply chuckled and shook his head.
"My dear y/n, you really gotta watch what you say", he smirked. "Want me to teach you some discipline?", he said in a a low sultry voice.
Y/n opened her mouth but was speechless. She felt her cheeks flush red.
"That's what I thought", he chuckled. "You, Suna, me and Akaashi are going to the warehouse with Kageyama and Bokuto as backup."
"How about me?", Osamu spoke up.
"Stay back here with Atsumu."
"I'm not babysitting him", he stood up and slammed his hands on the table.
"And I'm not risking leaving the mansion unattended", Kuroo copied his actions but with twice more aggression and intensity.
"It won't be."
"You're right but we need more than one of us back here."
Osamu glanced over at Atsumu who was slumped down on his chair, tie loosened and not straight. His hair dropped over his face. Squinting his eyes, Osamu gritted his teeth then sat back down.
"Fine."
"Good. You're all dismissed."
About time.
Y/n got up quickly, not bothering to tuck in her chair. Pushing past everyone, she exited the big room and swiftly moved across the hallways until she caught someone's figure bend around a corner.
Bingo.
"Oi", she spoke up, speed walking to Suna who was swinging a car key in his index finger.
He turned around and his monotonous green eyes made contact with y/n and she swore she skipped a heartbeat.
"What?", he said plainly.
"I-", y/n paused then shook her head. "Where are you going?"
He chuckled and shook his head. Strolling towards her, his tall figure leaned over her. Then he loosened his tie, making it look messily put together.
"Pisses me off how uncomfortable it is", he mumbled.
He raised his chin, looking down at y/n.
"Will the little princess miss me?", he smirked. "Is that why you're so concerned about me leaving?"
Y/n felt her cheeks flush bright red.
"In your dreams", she scoffed, then rolled her eyes.
"Why don't you come with me and I'll show you something you haven't seen yet. I know for one that Oikawa doesn't do street racing", his eyes widened with excitement.
Y/n saw his expression of frenzy and how animalistic his eyes looked. Like a snake ready to bite and fill you with their poison. Poison you with them. Intoxicate you. That's what was intriguing about Suna. Everything about him was something y/n wanted to know more about.
