20. suna rintarou didn't think he'd be exaggerating if he said he was the luckiest guy in the world
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𝟚𝟙.𝟘𝟟.𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟞 thursday, 10:02am
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 "what's with the sunglasses?"
miyoko awkwardly pulled the hood off her head, revealing her messily tied hair.
"it's raining" yona pointed out the window, at the drops of water pelting against the glass .
"i had a bad day" miyoko sighed.
"i can tell," yona told her bluntly, "did you just roll out of bed?"
"hey!" miyoko pouted as yona gave her a look,
"maybe i did"
yona took one of the small dessert spoons, eating a bite of the light sponge cake they had decided to share. she wasn't sure whether she should outright ask miyoko what happened, but thought she would eventually share when she felt comfortable.
"i feel totally messed up," miyoko began, "i thought i could move on from sunarin after i met tooru"
she paused, slowly removing her sunglasses, fiddling with it in her hands. yona then noticed how her eyes seemed a little pink, as though she'd stayed up late, or been crying.
"then last night he told me he loved me and i just wanted him to hug me forever" she huffed, dropping her head onto the table, covering her head with her arms.
"miyoko," yona spoke slowly, looking at the girl with sympathy, "do you still like him?"
"of course i do," miyoko whined, lifting her head up, "tooru even took me on a date to this carnival in argentina, and you know all i could think about was what sunarin would say if he was there"
"seriously?" yona asked, slightly surprised, "oikawa's kinda hot though"
"i know!" miyoko exclaimed before realising how loud she was, "that's how i know i'm not over sunarin"
yona nodded in understanding, taking another spoonful of cake, holding it out for miyoko, thinking she needed something to make her feel better.
miyoko accepted the cake, a pout still present on her features as she mumbled a quiet thanks.
"if he doesn't make it up to you after this," yona looked at miyoko, the spoon still in her mouth as she stared back with curious eyes, "i'll kick his ass"
