Haikyuu imagines

Shaking- Suna

If I'd known the school festival would turn into a nightmare, I never would've come.

At first, it was fine - loud, crowded, bright - but manageable. Until the whispers started. Until people began staring. Pointing. Smirking.

Because apparently hanging out with the boys' volleyball team made me "pathetic." Or "desperate." Or - the word that finally broke me - slut.

I heard it from behind me, then beside me, then from a group of girls I recognized instantly. The ones who always glared whenever I laughed with the boys at lunch. The ones who thought the volleyball team was their personal property.

"Around all of them? Seriously? She's so obvious." "She's probably sleeping with half the team." "She follows them around like a dog." "Doesn't she realize none of them actually like her? It's embarrassing."

I stopped walking. Stopped breathing.

My hands were trembling before I even noticed.

I tried to push through the crowd, but it felt like the walls were closing in - voices everywhere, hands brushing against me, faces blurring.

"Hey," a familiar voice murmured.

I didn't even look up. I couldn't. My throat was tight, vision stinging.

But then a hand slipped around my wrist.

Not pulling. Just grounding.

Suna.

He didn't say anything else. He didn't need to. He just guided me out of the hallway and into a quiet corner behind a booth where no one passed through.

The noise faded a little. The lights weren't as harsh. The crowd didn't touch me anymore.

Only then did he step in front of me.

His eyes flicked down to my hands.

"You're shaking."

I swallowed hard. "I'm fine."

"You're lying," he replied softly.

And then he stepped closer - not enough to crowd me, but enough that his warmth reached me. Enough that I could feel his presence like an anchor.

"What happened?" he asked.

The moment he said it - the moment I felt safe - everything I'd been holding in cracked open.

"They... they were saying things," I whispered. "About me. About the team. About how I'm always with you guys. How I must be-"

I couldn't say the word. My chest tightened too much.

Suna's jaw clenched.

"Tch. Pathetic," he muttered.

"You think I'm pathetic?" My voice wobbled.

His eyes snapped to mine instantly. "No. I meant them." He stepped even closer, lowering his head so I had to look at him. "I could never think that about you."

My breath hitched.

He noticed.

He always noticed.

"Who was it?" he asked quietly. "Who said that shit?"

"Just... some girls."

His expression darkened - but not loudly, not dramatically. No yelling, no threats. Just a shift in his eyes that told me he was storing their names in his memory like files to deal with later.

"I don't want to make it a big deal," I muttered. "I don't want to give them what they want."

"And what do you think they want?"

"For me to... break. Or cry. Or stop hanging out with you guys."

A slow breath left him, almost like he was trying to keep something else from slipping out.

"Yeah, well," he said quietly, "none of us want that."

I laughed shakily. "You don't even like people touching your stuff. Aren't I... an inconvenience?"

His eyes softened - just barely.

"You're not 'stuff,'" he murmured. "And you're not an inconvenience." His voice lowered. "You're the only person I actually want around."

My stomach flipped.

"Rin-"

He reached out slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wanted.

I didn't.

His hand brushed my cheek, thumb warm as he wiped away a tear I didn't realize had fallen. Then he slid his hand down to mine, untangling my fingers so he could hold them properly.

My hands were still trembling.

He noticed again.

"Come here," he said softly.

He didn't pull me into his chest - that wasn't him. Instead, he stepped close enough that our shoulders brushed, our forearms pressed together, our hands stayed intertwined.

Close enough to steady me.

Close enough to feel his heartbeat.

"...Better?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. A little."

He hummed like he didn't quite believe me, but let it go.

"You shouldn't listen to crap from people who don't even know you," he muttered. "You spend time with us because we want you there."

"I don't want to make trouble for you guys."

"You don't." A beat. Then quieter: "You don't make trouble for me."

My breath caught. "Rin-"

He looked down at me, eyes unreadable except for the softness he only ever showed when he thought no one was watching.

"You hang out with us because you like us, right?"

"...right."

"And we like you back," he said simply. "That's it. That's the whole story."

My heart ached - because he said "we."

But he squeezed my hand in a way that told me exactly who he meant.

"Want me to stay with you for the rest of the event?" he asked.

"Yeah," I whispered. "Please."

"Then I will."

No hesitation. No teasing. Just truth.

He leaned his shoulder into mine again.

"You're not shaking anymore," he murmured.

I looked down at our joined hands. "...Because you're here."

He didn't smile - Suna rarely did.

But the corner of his lip twitched just a little.

"You're stuck with me now," he said quietly. "Let them talk. You're with me."

And honestly?

I liked the sound of that more than I should have.