𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 | 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨

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"-Who was that?"

Y/n's breath hitched before she cautiously took a step back out of surprise.

Rintarō...

"W-what?" Y/n stuttered, quickly bringing up her hand to cover her mouth in embarrassment.

Stop stuttering...

Her eyes met Rintarō's, which were burning into her.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his gaze darker and more intense than usual.

"That guy." Rin nodded his head towards the door. "You said you knew him." He spoke sternly, his voice low.

"Oh, yeah. I do know him. Hahaha..." Y/n chuckled sheepishly, crossing her legs as she awkwardly stood there, turning her face away from the boy standing in front of her.

Rin crossed his arms over each other, a silence following as he waited for Y/n to elaborate.

"He's just some guy who attends the school where I've tutored." Y/n rolled her eyes, sighing in irritation.

"Oh..." Rintarō's gaze softened, his intense facial expression faltering.

"Yea..." Y/n trailed off, sighing again before speaking up. "Can I?-" She mumbled before brushing past Rin, bumping into his side whilst making her way back to the living room.

Did she just-

Walk past him?!?!

Rintarō blinked his eyes a couple times, stunned. He found himself stuck in the same place, shook for a little until Atsumu called out for him.

"Coming!" He yelled from the hallway before making his way back to the living room, finding almost everyone seated on the couch except for Atsumu, Aran and Y/n.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"If you want to cut out your slices with a pizza roller you're gonna have to wait in line..." Atsumu shrugged, turning his head over his shoulder to look at Rintarō.

"There was a line?" He asked, a small grin on his lips in amusement at the sight of Aran struggling to cut his own pizza.

"Yup..." Atsumu nodded his head, popping his 'p'.

"I don't need-" Aran put his hands up in surrender, moving to the side as Y/n angrily took the pizza slicer from his grip, forcefully taking over.

...

"Was it really that hard?" She asked, rolling her eyes before glaring at her twin brother.

"Thank you..." Aran chuckled sheepishly before taking the pizza box and silently making his way to the couch.

"Do you need help too?" She asked, looking over her shoulder and waiting for Atsumu to answer.

He awkwardly chuckled. "How can I say no to that?" He handed Y/n his pizza box, watching over her shoulder as she sliced up the pizza so effortlessly.

"You're skilled!" He playfully complimented, jabbing Y/n's side, who cracked a laugh.

"Here..." She breathed out airily, handing Atsumu his pizza.

"Thanks." He thanked her, Y/n furrowing her brows when Atsumu didn't take the pizza from her hand.