𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 [Suna x Reader]

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I got dragged to a volleyball tournament that takes place in our school's gymnasium by our physical education teacher. Which is ludicrous since there's no volleyball team in our school.

I can't even be on my phone because he always takes our valuable items and puts them inside a bag. He claims it is in order to prevent them from being stolen.

Thankfully, though, because this isn't a class for us to actually exercise and we just sit and stare, he allowed us to bring a pen and a notebook. He told us to take notes or observations of the games.
As if anyone actually cares enough to follow through that command. At least I can doodle to pass time.

I am not particularly close to anyone in my class, but I do get along with a few people. They play some games like tic-tac-toe or stop and invite me for some rounds.

It's not so bad, I get to actually socialise and discover that my classmates are pretty chill.

As I doodle the time away I feel a strong object hit me straight in the head. I look up from the notebook onto the air ahead of me and see a ball making its way back onto the gym floor after changing the trajectory due to the impact against my forehead.

A boy catches it before it reaches the floor.
"Sorry about that." He says dismissively, not waiting for forgiveness before heading back onto the game.

I notice him waiting for the referee to whistle and moving forward and upwards, then smacking the ball mid-air, forcing it into the other side of the net.

The other team caught it and the game continued. Some classmates asked me if I was alright. I felt just fine, but the teacher made me go to the nurse's office to check.

Turns out I have a concussion. Wonderful.

That skinny, dark haired, depressed looking, handsome bitch is going to pay.
Even the dark circles underneath his eyes looked good on him. I don't even know him but he is pissing me off profoundly.

The nurse thinks I should lay on her office bed and rest. I still can't have my phone back. They say screen time is bad for concussions, so I'm not even allowed to watch some TV.
And now with the need for physical and mental rest, they won't give me anything to entertain me.

I huff growing more annoyed with that skinny good looking son of gun.

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After what felt like days but was probably about half an hour, the nurse gets another client.

It's him. The guy who got me this concussion is now injured. Hihi :3
I'm close to letting out a wide smile. Maybe karma exists after all.

"Seems like you just sprained your wrist" the nurse told him. "You may leave him here, I'll take care of it." She said, discharging the two guys who had accompanied him.

She put him on the bed next to mine for him to rest.

He takes a look at me.
"Hey, you're the one who got hit by the ball right?"

I nod and try to make him understand he's not fully forgiven yet.

"Shit, didn't know it would cause a concussion." He assumed. "Sorry." He apologised again, with more sincerity.

"It's alright." I decide I should forgive him, karma already made justice. "You got injured too." I state.

"Yeah. I threw myself onto the floor for a dive to catch the ball but I ended up falling wrong on my hand." He explained.

"That's tough. Get well soon." I say.

"You too." Just when I thought the conversation would end he spoke again. "I'm Suna, by the way. Rintarō Suna."

"Y/n." I say with a smile.

"You go to school here?" He questions.

"Yes. Where do you go?" I ask, showing some interest as well.

"The ones by the McDonald's." He informs.

"Cool." I say politely. I look at him and notice something on the skin now visible due to his shirt being slightly lifted. "Is that a tattoo?" I ask, hoping I'd get to see it better.

He lifts his shirt up some more and leans on his side to show me the black lines carved into his skin forming a beautiful drawing. "I got this a few months ago, my mom still doesn't know about it." He laughs lowly.

I chuckle alongside him. "You're brave."

"I guess." He takes the complement. "Would you like to hang out some day?" He asks.

"Just you and me or would I get to meet some of your friends?"

"However you feel more comfortable." He says. "My friends can be weird sometimes, but it's good weird and I think you might like them. But just you and me could be a little more fun."

"How so?" I ask.

"Give me your number and we can hang out and end your curiosity." He says smiling innocently.

I give it to him and the conversation ends.

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