VOID (suna)

40

you made it. you actually made it.
you finally graduated.

and it felt even better to graduate with all your loved ones. as you received your diploma, everyone dear to you was watching from the audience. your mother, even. that was a rarity.

your grandma was in tears. suna was applauding the loudest. saya was cheering the loudest. the principal's handshake was the firmest.

you were so excited to leave the stress and bad experiences, the detention and almost failed classes, all of those, behind you.

you could cry from happiness.
but the ceremony was the most boring part of it all.

of course there'd be a senior prom. the school would organize it in its gym. catering, a dj, all of it.

of course, your date would be your boyfriend. even though you'd expected it to be natural, he still insisted on asking you out with a ring pop.

the guy never failed to make you smile.

***

you'd bought your dress two months ago with saya as your advisor. she'd gone for a marine blue tight dress with a slit on the side. she looked stunning in it, like she always did.

right now, you were at her place, getting ready. suna would pick you up in half an hour. atsumu would come for saya shortly after.

she had been pretty unwilling to be his date at first but budged eventually. "he's not that bad, is he?" you encouraged her when seeing her contorted face.

she shrugged her shoulders. "he's alright. i just don't see it going anywhere. "

you raised one eyebrow, applying red lipstick. "right. it has been going nowhere for almost a year now." you remembered that the atsumu thing started before you got together with suna.

at the end of this month, you'd have your eleven months anniversary. you couldn't believe how fast the time had passed.

"shut up." saya couldn't hide her grin. you could see it despite her trying to cover her face with her brush. you laughed.

"no pressure" you assured her. her commitment issues were a few times more severe than yours. the only one she truly opened up to was you, no exceptions.

you turned to her. "with or without eyeliner?"

saya paused her applying of blush and regarded you with great concentration. "with. make you look even hotter."

you grinned, throwing her an air kiss. "you better be right."

but the comfortable atmosphere seemed to shift when saya opened her instagram. you looked in the mirror to draw your eyeliner and saw the wrinkles on her forehead.

"what's wrong?"
she nibbled her lip. she always did it when she didn't want to say something out loud.

so, she just showed you her phone. an instagram story, to be precise.

it took you a second to recognize and process the displayed people. the story had been published by a classmate of yours who was also on your swimming team. but that was not the issue here.

she had posted herself in a stunning red satin dress in front of her mirror.

the shock factor was the person in a suit who held her by her waist.

it was your ex.

***

it took suna five minutes to sense that something was off. "what's up with you?" he asked, his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.