❝ 𝙄'𝙈 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝘼𝙉𝘿, 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔
𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙎𝘼𝙔 𝙉𝙊 ❞
⤷ wherein you, suna and the miya twins
get on each others nerves every single
day just because you make music together
chaotic and half chatfic
suna rintaro x fem read...
❛ FEELING BLESSED, NEVER STRESSED. GOT THAT SUNSHINE ON MY SUNDAY BEST ❜
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y/nnotok 4hr ago tagged @osamunotok, @atsumunotok, @sunanotok
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173,291 likes | 63,229 comments y/nnotok soundcheck! this venue is insane, who's ready to dance??! | sunanotok why'd u tag the rest of the guys, i'm the one in the photo ↳ y/nnotok uhhhh, bc they're in the band?🙄 ↳ osamunotok at least i can rely on u not to forget ab us ↳ y/nnotok always bb ↳ atsumunotok that's actually my head at the bottom of the stage ↳ sunanotok ur blond, dumbass ↳ atsumunotok i know, and????
haibalisa i wish i could be there! you're gonna kill it!!😘 ↳ y/nnotok i'll dedicate this set to u, lis😘
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"dumbass, where's my drumstick?"
i grab atsumu's wrist and pull him up from his seat on the bean bag. "bro, i don't have your drumstick."
"well someone does, and if i don't get it back, we're not playing."
i inspect the bean bag atsumu was sitting on and then huff, dropping my hands to my hips. my feet bring me to the middle of the room, and i spin in a circle, eyeing every surface and possible place that i could have misplaced it.
when i've completed a full circle, my eyes land on suna, who is leaning back into the three seater couch in the center of the room. his eyes are concentrated on his phone, and he is biting his bottom lip, his thumbs casually scrolling the screen.
i tilt my head, and kick him in the shin. "what the hell was that for?"
"give me it."
"give you what?"
"my drumstick, dumbass, i know you have it." i reach for him, now, and take a step forward but he is quick on his feet. he runs around to the back of the couch and his face is now sporting a grin. i deflate, crossing my arms over my chest. "stop messing me around, suna."
