so high school, suna r.

- 💌 00

SUNA was never the type to be romantic, nor did he imagine himself as one. romantic gestures were far from his forte, yet here he was, sneaking letters into your locker like a lovesick teenager in some cheesy drama.

it started small—simple notes with casual compliments or inside jokes, but they soon turned into heartfelt letters that he never had the courage to sign.

when the twins—atsumu and osamu—caught wind of his secret routine, they were relentless. teasing, pestering, and dramatically re-enacting "suna's love-struck expressions" became their favorite pastime.

“yer hopeless,” atsumu declared one afternoon, slinging an arm around suna’s shoulders with a grin too wide for his own good. “ya can’t just keep sneakin’ notes forever. what’s the point if she doesn’t know it’s you?”

osamu, the quieter but no less meddlesome twin, chimed in, “he’s right for once. just confess already. worst she can do is say no, and then we can stop watching you suffer.”

despite all this, he continued with his routine—slipping carefully folded letters into your locker, each one signed with nothing more than a simple “-r.” some letters were short and straightforward, while others carried the weight of thoughts he couldn’t say out loud. occasionally, when words failed him, he’d attempt something bold: poetry.

yes, as unbelievable as it sounds, the twins helped him one time. atsumu and osamu, of all people, had joined forces with suna to craft a cheesy, over-the-top poem about you.

atsumu insisted it would be “romantic,” while osamu snickered in the background, muttering that suna should at least sign his name to avoid coming off as creepy.

suna still cringed at the memory of their collaboration. but in the end, he’d copied the final draft in his neat handwriting, folded it carefully, and slipped it into your locker like the others.

afterward, he couldn’t help but wonder. what did you think when you saw it? did you laugh at the awkward rhymes? smile at the clumsy sentiment? or had you brushed it off entirely, unaware of the effort he poured into every word? the thought lingered in his mind, as persistent as the fluttering feeling in his chest every time he saw you.