you pick up your phone on the second buzz, putting it on speaker as you continue to rub pigment on your cheeks, "sunarin? you almost here?"
suna rintaro takes a second to respond, "uhh, yes," he sounds distracted, "i'll be leaving in a sex-, er- sec, ..in a second"
you hum. he's acting weird but no weirder than the normal suna rintaro would, you think
" 'm wearing the top that makes my boobs look good," you say absentmindedly, brushing shimmery powder on your collarbones, the angle of your shoulders, and the tops of your breasts, "not sure if i should wear heels or not," you continue, "i know we're just meeting a few of the guys from inarizaki, but-"
you hear suna groan, deep voice reverberating through the speakers. it takes him a moment to speak, "if ya do heels, who's gonna carry you when ya start complainin' about yer feet hurting,"
you smile, "my best friend, suna rintaro, of course," you say, sweet lilt in your voice as you finish with the gloss on your lips
you hear suna shuffling on the other side of the line, some more grunting through the phone, followed by some cut-off mumbles of ‘best friend’
"what are you doing?" you finally ask, satisfied with how your makeup and outfit turned out and now fully focusing on your conversation with the man on the phone
you pout, hoping he can hear your expression by your puckered lips, "are you working out or something?"
suna laughs, "hah," then you hear another grunt from the end of the line, "somethin' like that," he says
"hmm," you tap the screen of your cellphone to check the time,
"rintaro," you say, realizing you're supposed to meet your friends in fifteen minutes and it takes suna exactly that time to drive over to pick you up, "you better come quick, don't leave me high and dry over here,"
you think you almost hear suna whine on the other side. his voice is gruff and he breathes shakily, "don't worry, baby, i'm almost there. y'know i'd never keep ya waitin'"
you suck in a breath, teeth impulsively digging into the plush of your bottom lip at the sweetness he just called you; then you gasp, quickly reapplying more gloss over the area. suna hears you through the phone, chuckling lightly
"yer gonna ruin my makeup," you say, trying to clear your throat after being caught of guard like that. you don't tell him that you spent hours on it, hoping he likes it
a sigh on the other end of the line brings you back from the thoughts about your best friend you've avidly been ignoring.
suna calls your name, you think maybe its static the way he stutters around the first syllable of it, "can you say my name one more time?" he pleads, voice an octave higher
the line goes dead on the other side. you get a text from him a few minutes after,
suna rintaro looks down at the mess between his thighs, sighing. he wishes the mess was on your pretty tits instead, maybe some of it on your face, too, ruining your makeup, just like you told him not to do.
you'd forgive him, he's sure
especially if he were to fuck another load into your pretty pussy and finger it deeper into you right after
what else are best friends for, right?