digital bath | r. suna

13

— june 30

the second you and suna stepped into the store, you were met with the familiar scent of polished wood and that faint metallic tang that always lingered in places like these. rows of guitars lined the walls, along with the displays of amps and various other instruments.

suna headed straight for the guitar section, with you following right behind. he stopped in front of a sleek, black guitar with silver detailing.

"this one cooked," he muttered briefly as he turned to you.

"get it," you replied.

he glanced at the guitar once more before speaking to you again, "bro, 3 out of the 4 guitars i have are black."

"money comes back happiness doesn't," you said, your tone nonchalant.

"you right."

a worker came over to the pair of you and advised him to buy it too. he explained some history behind that specific guitar and just waffled for a good ten minutes. you watched the interaction quietly, noticing how natural he looked in this store specifically — it made sense in your brain. if it wasn't for that fuckass guitar, you don't think you would've been internally screaming over how good he looked. allegedly. maybe you were just ovulating.

but regardless, fuck guitars.

the worker took the guitar and walked away to the counter.

"you're actually buying it?" you blinked, realising he took your phrase a bit too seriously.

he glanced over at you again and replied, "i mean, looks good 'nd sounds good."

the two of you continued to wander through the store, occasionally stopping if something caught either of your eyes or to tease the other about a certain instrument. at one point, you joked about suna buying a neon pink guitar which rewarded you with two words, "you're delusional."

surprisingly, the two of you spent at least another hour in the store, with you being the bad financial influence, which resulted in both of you buying a bit more than you should've. while suna only came to buy new strings, he ended up with a new guitar, a new guitar strap and a new tuner. you, on the other hand, ended up with a new amp cable and 6 packets of stickers.

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you and suna were now both standing outside his front door. the outside of house was nice. it was a modern home, with clean lines and dark wood accents. the exterior was a mix of smooth concrete and traditional wooden slats, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light. the front garden was minimalistic, which you thought suited him.

you shifted the tote bag on your shoulder as suna fished out his keys from his pocket.

"is your mom home?" you quickly blurted out.

he looked up from fiddling with his keys and turned toward you, "no, don't think so... my sisters probably isn't home either." he slid them in, "why? you nervous?"

you raised an eyebrow and scoffed in response, "no, i was just curious."

he slid the door open, letting you in first.

as you were taking your shoes off, he spoke up again, "my mom's really chill, so if you ever meet her, you have nothing to worry about. and my sister's only like.... i don't even know... thirteen? but she'll think you're cool."

he made his way up the stairs before you could respond, causing you to simply follow in silence.

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