a/n; i think...suna is perfect.
happy, cozy shared apartment vibes.
pictures with suna. fluff. fem!reader. | not proofread.
You and Suna came home late today. Because first was grocery shopping, next was his EJP Raijin game, after were the press interviews, then came the post-game celebrations...and then, home finally.
So when you walked into the apartment, realizing all the dishes from breakfast this morning were still stacked in the sink, you visibly sagged.
And of course, Suna noticed.
"Do them later," he murmured behind you, dropping his duffle bag against the wall.
"Then they'll never get done, Rinnie," you giggled with a soft boop on his nose. "But I think I'm gonna shower first. Get this off before I wrinkle it.”
You start towards the hallway to the restroom, tugging gently at the hem of your skirt, untucking the EJP t-shirt you wore to his game this afternoon.
But Suna’s voice stopped you before you could leave the living room.
You paused in the doorway, tilting your head.
He was still leaning on the counter, his hoodie sleeves pushed up, the corners of his mouth twitching like he wanted to smile but wasn’t sure if he should.
“Just…stay like that for a sec.”
Suna stepped forward, slow.
His voice was soft. “Haven’t really gotten to look at you.”
Your heart kicked, fluttered, flutter-kicked. You blinked, self-conscious all over again.
“It’s just a skirt, Rin,” you mumbled, tugging at the skirt. "And your tee."
“No,” he said. “It’s not. Not on you.”
You tried to laugh it off, your soft eyes avoiding his. “You’re acting weird.”
“I’m serious.” His eyes dragged over you like a slow sunset. “Spin for me.”
He grinned now—green eyes mischievous and hooded and something else underneath. “C’mon. Just once. Gimme the full effect.”
Your cheeks flamed. “Rintarou.”
“Aww, no Rinnie? You must be shy," he remarked as-a-matter-of-factly.
“And I am asking nicely.” He wiggled his eyebrows, playful. “Twirl for me, pretty girl.”
You rolled your eyes, groaning quietly, but your hands went to your skirt anyway. You gave the softest twirl, the hem lifting just slightly around your knees, the yellow EJP ribbon holding your bun together just falling slightly over your right shoulder.
He didn’t say anything for a moment.
Like he was memorizing the exact way the fabric hugged you (he absolutely was). The way your smile was soft and unsure. The way you looked in his colors. His colors. His. His. His.
And then he pulled his phone from his pocket.
“Picture?” he asked, voice careful, hopeful. “Just for me?”
He saw the worry behind your eyes.
“I won’t post it. Promise.” His voice dropped, gentler now. “I just wanna keep it. Just for me. I promise, angel."
“…Okay,” you whispered. All cautious but there was no need to be. Suna never did anything without your consent. Never.
And so, you stood still. Soft. Shy. A bit flustered. Not knowing how to pose, hands clasped in front of you, face turned away.
Suna took the photo slowly. One. Then another.
And then a third, where he called your name softly just as he clicked, catching your smile.
“Got it,” he said, staring at his phone. “Perfect.”
“Oh, you’re so annoying,” you muttered.
“And you’re cute when you lie, angel," he murmured, voice low.
He stepped closer to you, hands gently grasping your waist. Then a sweet, lingering kiss to your forehead.
"...I'm gonna shower first."
