A Love Like Icarus

Chapter One

This wasn't the first time it happened.

You would hear the rumours first.

The stares would come next.

Then, some girl would come up to you telling you about her latest fuck.

Suna Rintarou.

The same Suna Rintarou who would come by your house after school with flowers and chocolate. The same Suna Rintarou who would press feather-light kisses onto your face, while muttering sweet nothings. The same Suna Rintarou who would hold you in his arms. The same Suna Rintarou who would kiss your eyelids as you fall asleep. The same Suna Rintarou who you would forgive, looking past his misdeeds. Because you just can't let that boy go.

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"Hey, baby." Suna grinned, pulling you into his chest and nuzzling into your hair.

"G'morning." You mumble into his school shirt, fiddling with one of the shiny buttons. He smelt like ginger and peppermint, comforting yet refreshing. Warm hands snake around your waist to pinch your hips. You squeal and lurch in surprise, sending you both stumbling over the sidewalk. You try to steady yourself, but the Autumn breeze has a different plan, weaving between your legs, it trips you, forcing Suna to grab your biceps to keep you upright. A gasp runs past your lips, followed by a crimson blush.

"Aww, is my lil' cutie feeling clingy?" He asks with a mocking pout. You were so close you could feel his eyelashes tickling yours, his breath fanning across your cheeks, and you could see the beaming sun illuminating the golden flecks in his eyes. He was beautiful. An airy feeling rises in your stomach, and your hands felt as if you had just woken up. Pulling yourself up, you brush some imaginary lint off your blazer, sending him a scornful glare.

"Shuddup." You grumble, turning your head in the direction of the school, as this tradition of him walking you has been going on for almost a year.

"Oh, you know you love it." He scolds. Sighing a feeble 'yes', lacing hands with you Suna drags you down the street, towards your impending doom.

You see, words spread like wildfire at Inarizaki. You could deal with the snide comments and vulgar sound effects that would follow you through the halls for a few days after each incident. They didn't bother you, no, not at all. That stagnant feeling had been drilled into your mind from a much younger age. However, when you caught the pitying glances that would dance around you. Now, they did bother you. They sent something hideous rampant in your stomach, and the ringing in your ears would echo in your head. But, instead of casting your gaze down, you turned your nose up. Keeping your head above the clouds, where things were sunny.

You skipped along the pavement to try to rid yourself of any lingering nerves. Suna squeezes your hand comfortingly, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles. He knows you. Sometimes a little too well. The idea wandered through your mind. Although you had time to ponder as the Inariazaki gates spring out at you alarmingly. You were really out of it today.

"Watch where you're going, N/n." The green-eyed boy said, flicking your head. Someone behind you scoffs, but before you could look to see who it was, Suna sent a 'fuck off' glare to the person at your back. Bringing his viridescent gaze back down to you, and your irked expression. Smoothing his fingers over the crease that had formed between your brows he whispers: "Don't frown, you'll get wrinkles. Then you'll look old." Huffing, you grace him with a lovesick grin. "C'mon," he said smiling. "Let's get you to class, shall we?" Suna wraps his arm around your shoulders, and you continue into the building.

The fluorescent lights flicker ever so slightly, just enough to cause unease, but not enough for the school to do something about it. Basking everyone in an unflattering glow. Your shoes squeak against the scuffed, but shiny floors as you head over to your locker. You were never overly fond of crowds, even small ones. It felt as if people's eyes were fixed on you, watching everything you did. It sent an itch crawling over your body. Pushing against the writhing sea of students, Suna's grip leads you expertly. At your locker, away from the mindless drone of chatter, you release your bated breath. He leans with his arm up on the locker next to you like he was out of a cringy high school movie.