𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐄

17; competition

"so, you two met at a club?" osamu asked, looking befuddled. "seishun, are you even old enough to drink?"

"nope," seishun answered with an innocent smile. she looked up after feeling a heavy gaze on her. "still shocked?"

suna nodded and pulled at his shirt collar. "i really didn't expect to see you again," he admitted. "this must be a dream."

seishun laughed. "sounds like a really good dream," she teased. 

"mm, the best." 

seishun was just as surprised to find suna, or as she knew him as, rin, here. to think a man she had randomly met at a club would be best friends with atsumu, she was speechless. of course, suna had crossed seishun's mind multiple times. she still remembered the spark she felt when their lips met.

"so, your full name is ryuen seishun?" suna asked, tilting his head. "as in the ryuen kenjiro's daughter?"

"that's me," seishun chuckled. she took a swig of her drink, which was a bottle of cold beer. "didn't expect that, did you?"

suna shook his head. he hid his smile behind his drink. "who knew i'd end up kissing the nation's ace?"

"do you want an autograph?" seishun grinned up at him. she forgot how easily the conversation flowed between them. 

suna pulled a pen out of his back pocket. "i'd love one."

seishun took the pen without question, laughter falling from her lips. "why in the world do you have a pen with you?" she asked, uncapping the pen. 

suna grinned back. "i love your laugh."

seishun felt her heart skip a beat. "sounds like you love me, rin."

"well, that too."

seishun laughed again and clasped her fingers around his wrist. she pulled back his sleeve a hint and brought his arm closer to her face. carefully, she wrote her name. beneath it, she wrote her number. 

"there you go," seishun said, pulling back to admire her work. 

the corners of suna's lips perked up. "do you do this to all of your fans, sei?" he asked with a smile. 

seishun shrugged innocently and handed the pen back to suna. "only the fans that i've kissed."

suna pulled his sleeve down with a chuckle. he tossed the pen on a nearby table. "to answer your question about the pen," he began. he jutted his chin towards osamu. "i found it on the ground and used it to draw on osamu."

"where on osamu?" seishun asked. 

suna cleared his throat and called osamu over. "what do you want?" osamu asked suspiciously. 

suna put his hands on osamu's shoulders and spun him around, so his back was facing them. on the back of osamu's arm were large words that read: SMALL, LIMP DICK...DON'T TALK TO ME.

"oh, god," seishun got out between quiet laughs. 

osamu whirled around. "what?" he asked. he tried to take a peek under his arm. "what did you write?"

"i only said good things, don't worry," suna answered with a smirk. 

osamu narrowed his eyes. he grabbed atsumu by the arm and dragged him over. "tell me what suna wrote on my arm," he demanded. 

atsumu raised a brow and slowly read it out. "small, limp dick...don't talk to me," he recited. 

suna could only grin as osamu hurriedly tried to wipe off the ink. "suna, ya little bitch!"