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"i hate airports" i mumbled dragging my large white suitcase behind me. we were going on a week trip to miami. all of the boys were trying to disguise themselves in glasses and hats to avoid having to take pictures. we walked up to the limo just for it to be crowded with paparazzi.
kuroo wrapped his arm around me, "hide your face" he whispered in my ear. i ducked down my head and he covered my face with a hat. he always did things like that just to stir up social media.
we stuffed our heavy luggage into the car and security pushed people past so we could enter the vehicle.
"i forget my friends are famous" i sighed plopping down on a seat. "i'm tired" kenma yawned rubbing his eyes with dark bags under them.
i laid my head down on kiyoko's lap and she massaged my head. i closed my eyes muttering something along the lines of "wake me up in ten minutes".
"carry her"
"why can't you?"
"she's violent when she wakes up. if it's you she won't get mad"
"whatever"
i felt my arms and legs wrapping around something and then my body lifted. i felt the hot sun and breeze on my face. i blinked my eyes open letting them adjust to the light.
"who's carrying me?" i asked feeling large hands gripping my thighs. "suna" he answered bluntly. "i feel so tall" i looked around seeing a small crowd of fans shamelessly taking pictures of our group. why must atsumu post his location on instagram?
our large group walked through the luxury hotel. i looked out the large windows seeing the beautiful palm trees and sun setting through the light fluffy clouds. cars passed by on the road, the group of boys and girls snapping pictures from earlier finally walking away from the building.
"what's the number on your room card?" osamu asked me, i assumed he was trying to make sure he wasn't staying in the same room as his older brother. "222" i answered showing him my room card.
"dammit," he sighed rolling his eyes then walking over to aran.
"just letting you know my room number's 220 in case you get lonely tonight" atsumu winked at me jokingly. "shut up" i laughed at him.
"do you know who your roommate is?" i asked, pressing the elevator button. "omi" he pointed at the black-haired boy with the mask on in his own world.
"i guess your roommate will be a surprise" oikawa joined in on the conversation. his tone sounded a bit sneaky and sarcastic. i gave him a confused look and he just shrugged.
half the group entered elevator one and the other half in elevator two. "i can't wait to see those paparazzi pictures" oikawa smiled to himself. "your hair was flat" iwazumi held in his laugh purposefully spiting him. before they could begin fighting the elevator doors opened.
i quickly walked out of the elevator with my luggage just wanting to be under warm water. i quickly scanned through the room numbers. 219...220...221...222
"thank god" i sighed sliding the room card along the scanner and then opening the door.
my eyes widened seeing my roommate's back as he slid his shirt over his head. he turned hearing the door close. to my surprise it was suna's whos head turned to look at me.
"nice back" i smiled locking the door behind me. "i could say the same for you" he smiled looking down at his open luggage on the large king-sized bed. the only bed.
"i could sleep on the couch" he offered, making eye contact with me.
"thanks, but no thanks i'm fine pretty boy"
SUNA'S POV
i watched her walk out of the steamy bathroom with tiny pink shorts on and a sheer light grey tank top on. i noticed how she never even glanced at me. i was so used to girls wanting to know my every move but she couldn't give two fucks unless it was on her time and terms.
she kneeled on the ground organizing the last of her clothes in her dresser drawers. she laughed looking up at me, "look what they left for us" she pulled a row of condoms out of the empty drawer.
"i think it's a sign," she said jokingly throwing them at me. bold. "i'll take your word for it" i set the condoms on my nightstand. the things i'd do to her, but why am i so nervous to make a move on her?
