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SUNA'S eyes remained glued to his phone screen, his focus entirely on the tweet of his team captain, kita, had just posted. the image attached to the tweet was unmistakable—it was you, looking effortlessly composed as always.
he knew you and kita were close, which made sense considering that’s how you and suna had met in the first place. still, a faint pang of jealousy stirred in his chest as he stared at the photo longer than he should have.
"hey, samu, do you smell that?" atsumu’s voice broke through his thoughts, his dramatic tone cutting through the silence.
osamu glanced at his twin, his expression blank as always. "smell what?" he asked, voice flat, clearly unamused by whatever atsumu was about to say.
"i smell JEALOUSY," atsumu declared, dragging out the word with exaggerated flair. he leaned toward suna, shouting the last part directly into his ear.
suna let out a tired sigh, his fingers instinctively locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket. "shut up," he muttered, but the heat creeping up his neck betrayed his usual indifferent tone.
atsumu grinned smugly, nudging osamu as if he’d just cracked the case of the century. osamu merely shook his head, unimpressed, but the slight twitch of his lips suggested he wasn’t entirely unsympathetic to suna’s predicament.
meanwhile, suna trudged along, pretending not to notice the knowing looks his teammates threw his way.
the three of them entered the bustling cafeteria, the hum of chatter and clatter of trays filling the air. they made their way to the line of students waiting to grab their lunch, with suna walking slightly ahead of the twins.
but no matter how loud the cafeteria seemed, suna’s mind was louder. the tweet lingered in his thoughts, the image of you on kita’s post replaying like a loop. that pang of jealousy gnawed at him, no matter how much he tried to brush it off.
“ya know she’s not yours to begin with, right? you have no rights—” atsumu started, his tone obnoxiously matter-of-fact.
“please shut up,” suna muttered, cutting him off before he could finish. his voice was low, almost resigned, but it carried enough weight to make atsumu smirk knowingly.
