𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 → 𝗥. 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗮

05 good girl

There was something entirely different about him. 

In a weird turn of events, I found myself standing in front of Suna Rintarou wearing the red dress Akaashi had bought for me. Yes. I had called Akaashi right after receiving that god-forsaken message—I had no one to turn to, no one to talk to. Who was I gonna tell, Atsumu? 

But here I was. And there he was. Standing in front of me with a cocky expression on his face, holding the door open for me to walk right in to his apartment. Why'd he think I'd agree to this? How did he even know I'd agree to seeing him? 

"Good girl, you showed up." He idly mentions as I walked past him and into his apartment, looking me up and down as if I didn't notice. But I guess he didn't notice how I shivered from the nickname he gave me. Always quite the charmer. 

He briefly closes the door and invites me to the candle-lit living room where he had setup the little coffee table for us. 

I quietly laugh to myself. 

Before I had decided to come here, Akaashi and I were arguing in my living room about why Suna would even invite me to his apartment past sunset. Akaashi proposed that maybe he was making me dinner—to which I obviously turned down the idea. Suna Rintarou? A romantic? Was he kidding me? 

But I guess he was right. And here I thought he'd invited me to be his new booty call—or was it wishful thinking? 

"You're awfully quiet. I guess that much hasn't changed about you." Suna chuckles lowly, taking my coat and hanging it on the rack as he made his way to the kitchen. 

His apartment wasn't entirely huge but it wasn't small either. Then again what do you expect from a pro volleyball player? 

"I could say the same to you," I cleared my throat to make sure he could hear me from the kitchen, it was in the other room but i could still see him. "Still the charmer. Always have been."

"Are you saying that you're charmed by me, then?" I could hear the cockiness in his voice from a mile away, but I found this entertaining. He wasn't acting like this a while ago. He's changing his personality when he's with me. I can tell. 

"Don't flatter yourself. I never said I was charmed." I smile innocently at him, sitting on the couch when I noticed him walking back to the living room with two glasses of sake. "Why did you invite me here?"

"Why did you show up?" With his eyebrow raised and an obvious smirk forming on his lips, I rolled my eyes grabbing hold of the glass of sake he'd reached out to me. 

"I don't know, maybe I was bored. Maybe I was curious. Can't really tell which one." I smiled before I took a sip of the alcoholic drink.

Rintarou sits next to me on the couch, not too close but not too far. Just the right distance from me. Maybe he was doing this for show—the gentleman act, the candle-lit dinner, sake, maybe even a movie and popcorn after dinner. What was his deal? 

"I can," He smirks once more. "You still think about what happened that night. In the clubroom." 

"Don't flatter yourself, Rintarou." I laugh in hopes of hiding my nervousness. Was I really that easy to read? Maybe showing up was a bad idea. I mean, I called it, he never changed. If anything, he got better at being a dickhead. "It was years ago."