𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 → 𝗥. 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗮

07 the boys - part 2

I sat right in between Atsumu and Osamu, awkwardly smiling at the boys' conversations and trying so hard not to look him in the eye. If I'd known sooner that he would be here, I probably would have declined Atsumu's kind offer for dinner. 

I don't think Atsumu or Osamu notice anything out of the ordinary, but then again, this is the first time in a long time that I'm hanging out with them. Either way, I know Osamu has a good eye for catching stuff "out of the ordinary." 

Across from us were Bokuto, Akaashi, and him, and along their side sat the rest of Atsumu and Bokuto's volleyball team. I'm still trying to remember all their names, so that may take a while. 

"Y/n," Bokuto cleared his throat. "Is it okay to call you Y/n? 'Kaashi kind of rubbed off on me." He sheepishly smiles which makes me look over to Akaashi, who gave me a weird look that almost screamed 'you're doing good so far' which felt comforting. I'm pretty sure he was aware I was mentally screaming.

I nodded. "It's alright. I'm not very formal, everyone calls me Y/n." I smiled back at Bokuto, letting him see that I'm comfortable with him, too. 

"Okay good." He sighed a sigh of relief, "'Cause I was already thinking of nicknames to call you, you know, in case you weren't okay with me calling you by your name." He blabbered, which reminded me he was more like Atsumu. It's funny how there are two of them now. 

The boys continued yapping on about different topics, ranging from sports, to girls, squeezing in a little politics, and then back to sports. I enjoyed listening to them talk, and even as we ate our dinner no one seemed to be running out of things to talk about. 

Osamu nudged me as we were eating dessert. He covered his mouth, pretending to chew. "You okay?" He whispered close to me, eyes looking away. 

It made me lift an eyebrow. "I'm good, why?" 

"You're awfully quiet. Emphasis on 'awfully'." He cleared his throat, holding his fork, continuing to munch down on his chocolate cake. I giggled a bit. 

"I'm fine, 'Samu. Tired, but I'm fine." 

"Little missy ain't talking much." Across the table spoke their teammate, I'm not so sure of his name, but he waved at me and winked. Atsumu scolded him for being too flirty with me, and in response, he stuck his tongue out. 

It was obvious the boys never lost their sense of goofiness, and luckily throughout the years they met people who were exactly like them. 

Looking around, I couldn't help but steal a glance from Suna. If anyone has been quiet the entire time, it was him. Was he thinking about what happened last night? Was he regretting it? Was he still thinking of kissing me now? There are so many things I want to know. I wish I could just read his mind. 

I didn't even notice how he was already staring back at me. Surprisingly, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. The bangs that rested over his tired eyes made my heart skip a beat a couple of times. He continued eating his order of tiramisu, never breaking eye contact with me. 

It felt like the whole world just stopped. The noise around us started sounding more and more muffled by the second, and there we were, just... staring at each other. 

A few seconds later he cleared his throat, bringing be back to reality. "I'm going out to smoke." He patted Bokuto on the back before completely walking out. The boys were still talking aloud but my eyes were fixated on him. 

He glanced back at me for a moment, but then motioned for me to follow him. 

My stomach felt like it did a hundred somersaults before my brain could even process what he did. I cleared my throat as well, turning to Osamu. "I'm gonna go for a quick smoke, too." He merely nodded. 

Quickly getting out of my seat, I rushed out of the restaurant to meet Suna right outside the entrance, near the smoking area. Keeping my composure, I walked up to him and put a hand out. 

He shook his box of cigarettes and pulled out one for me to take. And as the cigarette rested in between my lips, he moved closer to me—his brown eyes staring deep into mine. For a second, I almost didn't notice how he was already lighting up my cig. I slowly puffed the cigarette to light it up, and when he moved away, I inhaled the intoxicating nicotine. 

Silence enveloped us in a hug, and for a moment, that sense of comfortability I felt with him came back. 

"Having fun?" He was first to speak, leaning on the corner wall beside him. I looked up at him. "I guess." 

"Where you headed after this?" 

"Home." Was all I could say, and at this point, it just felt like he and I were in a race to finish smoking the cigarette. 

"Did you know I'd be here?" He asked once more, shifting his weight onto his other leg, now finally looking at me. I shook my head. "I wouldn't have come if I knew." 

"So you're avoiding me?" He inhaled the last of his cigarette, stubbing it on the ashtray that was on top of the garbage can, and then dusting off his jacket. 

"I followed you here, didn't I?" I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. I could see a smirk in the corner of his lips starting to form. Rolling my eyes, I walked over to him, but only to stub my cigarette on the ashtray beside him. We were inches away when I finally thought of what to say. 

"Suna, I'm not used to this. So whatever this is, whatever you think this is, whatever you're planning, stop it. Stop messing with me. This isn't high school anymore." I sighed, turning a heel and walking away. 

I guess a part of me wished he chased after me, or held on to me and said something, anything, to change my mind, or convince me that what we felt was something beyond lust. Something more. But then again, so much for wishful thinking. 

Smiles greeted me as I walked back in the restaurant. The boys were finally done eating and they were arguing on who should pay. I felt warm inside, sitting in between the twins and squeezing both their hands to catch their attention. 

A little later did Suna walk in, looking just as he was when I left him. But I paid no mind to it. This time, I'm really going to try to not think of him so much. Not to think of him at all.