he's so annoying - suna r.

¡ otp (on the phone) !

march
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As much as you didn't want to be returning to your old habits, it was inevitable. School was and always would be your main priority, and with everything going on with Suna, you needed piles and piles of work to distract you—NOT Sakusa.

So yeah, you'd skipped a date or two this week, and you left him on delivered for longer than you needed to, but it was all in the name of education. And avoidance.

"Hope he chokes on his dick and dies." You muttered as you watched in real time as your professor posted a comment under your submitted assignment. It was less of a comment, really, and more of a 5 paragraph essay on everything you apparently did "wrong" on the assignment. Spoiler alert: it was all bullshit and you wrote your own reply, making sure to pinpoint everything he claimed you did wrong in its own paragraph.

The month was almost over, the school year was coming to a close soon, and you could not afford to have teachers play around with your grades now.

Your grade was changed from a 67 to an 87, and even though it wasn't exactly what you were looking for, you took it as a silent win.

The only class you had work left in after that, because you'd done all of your work in other classes—mostly online—for the next few days, was pottery. A project that you were assigned almost three weeks ago, which you were supposed to work on with your partner.

You glanced at your phone, laying on the wooden desk in the same spot it had been in for the last seven hours. You picked it up, barely paying attention to the myriad of notifications you had. Atsumu dm'ed you you about a stray cat or something, Hinata was asking you which dorms he should live in, Yemi sent fifty different videos.

Your fingers moved on their own, going straight to the message app, clicking on his contact.

You hadn't spoken in nearly two weeks. The last conversation you had taunted you. He sent you an edit of Ryujin from Itzy and you got into an argument about which era she had the best hair in. You argued that it was Crazy in Love, but he was adamant about Wannabe. You missed him.

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suna ♡'･ᴗ･'♡
you're literally not /srs bro wannabe CLEARS loco

you
idk why I'm fighting with a man abt shin ryujin's hair
see yourself out

suna ♡'･ᴗ･'♡
☹️☹️☹️

1:16 a.m.

you
hey um do you think we can talk abt the project soon

You hoped you didn't come off as desperate or weird by texting him so late about homework. Maybe he thought you spent all day wondering what to say to him, drafting and deleting texts. You hoped you didn't seem desperate.

But as you sat in your chair, head on the desk as you tapped your screen to stop it from turning off for the fifteenth time in thirty minutes, you thought that maybe—just maybe—you were desperate. Desperate for him to text you so that you could push what happened at the party aside and continue on as you were.

Why didn't he text you back? Was he genuinely upset with you? It would be understandable, but Suna was more of a confrontational person than you, he wouldn't let the problem marinate if he had the chance to fix it.

Maybe he was asleep? Though, he never slept early. Maybe he practiced late today. Did he even have practice today? Did he go? You already knew he was going to practice less and less because he hated his coach so much.

This is just getting out of hand, you decided when the clock struck 1:40 and you hadn't moved from your position watching your phone, waiting for the screen to light up.

Maybe he really was just sleeping and you were thinking about it too deeply. There was always tomorrow, after all.

You didn't even bother to put away your textbooks or turn off your laptop to save power, simply showering and changing into a loose fitted tee and shorts.

You dimmed the lights to prepare to sleep as you sat on your bed, setting your alarms for the morning before placing your phone on the nightstand beside your bed.

Just as you were about to fall back against the pillows, your phone rang.

Looking over, your eyes widened as you grabbed it in surprise.

Incoming call: suna ♡'･ᴗ･'♡

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there's gonna be a pt 2!!
wc: 757 (sorry 😕)