fai

osamu realized that suna was down bad for you very early on in your relationship.

you see, suna was a bit of a fickle guy. an "i do whatever the hell i want" kind of guy. a lot of his actions had no rhyme or reason and he did them based purely on amusement or simply "why not?"

for example, he had a little game he liked to play that osamu had no idea how suna got the idea for. whenever he'd meet unimportant strangers like baristas, cashiers, people on the street, he would completely lie to their faces about everything about himself.

he was not suna rintaro and he did not play volleyball. he'd give them different identities each time with a completely straight face like this was completely normal.

he'd tell the barista that he was in college and currently pledging to a fraternity. he'd tell the sweet old lady in the park that he was a single father of two trying his best. he'd tell the cashier that he was an italian fashion designer in a really oddly perfect accent.

"why d'ya do that?" osamu had asked him once.

"just 'cos," suna had answered nonchalantly, "why not?"

that was the thing about suna. he was hard to pin down.

why did he do this? for fun.

why did he do that? he just felt like it.

he was like a gust of wind; a wave at your feet. he did as he pleased when he pleased.

none of suna's "identities" had a particular pattern. he gave the strangers completely randomized names and incredibly detailed life stories that he would literally come up with on the spot.

one day, his name was akane, and he was studying biology at fukuro uni. he was born in okinawa, hence his dialect.

another, he was hizashi, and he had three beautiful baby girls that he was mighty proud of. they were all young, so they were quite a handful, but his mom was helping out, and he couldn't be more grateful for his family!

the next, he was kaito, and he just moved from his family's rice farm in akita. his family also grew fruit, like pears and apples. he moved to the city to try and fulfill his dream of having an acting career!

seriously, there was no point trying to make sense of him. osamu began to wonder if suna was some sort of social experiment bot put out by the government.

however, at some point, right around when you and suna had started talking, osamu began to notice something. suna's actions usually had one pattern: that there was no pattern. however, he began to notice that one was actually forming.

his identities and stories were still random, but there seemed to be a constant:

you.

even as watari, the aspiring engineer, he had a new girlfriend who's not good with mornings.

even as miyano, the very young grandparent, he had a lovely wife who liked to surprise him with backhugs.

even as tooru, the nice young man who volunteers at the animal shelter, he had a girl he was talking to that had the cutest smile.

every identity, no matter what age, background, career, preference, whatever, included a girl who sounded exactly like you.

it was then that osamu realized.

it didn't matter what form, identity, timeline, or universe suna had randomly picked that day for his own amusement.

he would find you, choose you, and love you in every single one.

suna rintarō.

tags: angst. cheating. fem!reader.

notes: i'm sorry but i love making suna the bad guy. also not beta-read.

What is a vow?

The question popped in your head as you stared at your wedding photo. It hung pride and mighty on the wall opposite your bed, so big it had seemed pretentious and self centered when you’d ordered it, but your husband had insisted. He had called it proof of his love and devotion for you. You called it overcompensation and deceit.

If only you hadn’t been so naive, so trusting. If only you had opened your eyes instead of blindly entering the fantasy world Suna had so carefully crafted for you.

“Poor girl. Poor pathetic, stupid girl,” you muttered, words not reaching the ears of the woman frozen in time, living a lie. “You really thought he was perfect, huh?”

And truly, you had. He had once seemed like the most perfect, most idyllic of men. Even months after the wedding, he still played the role of the doting and loving husband. Now, the real face that hid behind the mask plagued your nightmares, kept you up at night. The bitterness of truth wouldn’t leave your mouth, its vile taste made you nauseous just from thinking about it.

And to think that you could still be caught in his webs. If you hadn't decided, in your postnuptial bliss, to plan a getaway trip just because, you would've never found out… It made you want to laugh, a cruel, resentful kind of laugh.

Instead, you cried.

‘What is a vow?’ You asked yourself again, spite rising against the pain. Was it a promise born of love? Was it an ode to fidelity? Wishful thinking? Pretty lies?

Even now, having known for so long what he was doing in the shadows, you still thought about his voice, his face, his smile as he declared your love eternal, and saw a man deeply in love. For just a second or two, until the image of him deeply inside his best friend took over.

His best friend.

He couldn't even find someone better to cheat with. Even fucking your sister would've been a little more shocking, a little more original. But fucking his best friend? That was so cliche and easy.

He hadn't put any effort into his affair and neither, looking back on it, into hiding it. You remembered seeing them in compromising situations before, but they were just so affectionate with each other. They had been friends for so long, way before you came into the picture. It was just the way they were with each other, so how could you try to pull them apart? How could you even think he would see her that way? Were you really so insecure that you didn't think a man and a woman could be friends?

It was obvious now, of course, that he was just manipulating you with those words. Realizing it really put into perspective for just how long he had been seeing her behind your back. He hadn't woken up one day and realized you weren't enough, that he needed more. She had always, always had him for herself, even back when you were just getting to know him. You had just borrowed him for a while, and it was time to give him back.

You stood up, wiped the tears off of your face, and grabbed the crumbled envelope beside you. As you left your apartment and went down the stairs, you realized it was for the best. Divorcing him was for the best. He had been gone for weeks now, and you weren't planning on taking him back.

So, ignoring the weirded out and pity-filled looks the neighbors gave you, you marched to the front desk and dropped the envelope in front of the man behind it.

"Next time the mailman comes, give this to him. To send urgently."

Your voice quavered and your fingers hesitated to let go when he grabbed it, but the old man just gave you a comforting smile.

'It's time to let go', you reassured yourself.

You could only hope Suna had enough compassion to make it easy.

The blunt phrasing of the question everyone has been dancing around makes your ears heat up and your stomach flip out of embarrassment.

Shinsuke was no idiot, he knew that by waiting on you hand and foot, and kissing you every chance he got and holding you close would start some form of conversation amongst your friends, and now with him out of the room to fetch more of your favorite snacks, you were left to the wolves and their playful judgement of your pda.

And when Suna snickered that you two were like an old married couple, you’d shaken your head and made a comment about needing a “fat rock” on your finger, and thus starting such a conversation.

“Please, Atsumu, I’m afraid the rest of the neighborhood missed what you said,” you hissed, tucking your knees as close to your chest as you could. Atsumu raises his hands in defense before shoving a chocolate chip cookie into his mouth. “Why are you so invested anyways? We’re about to graduate, marriage is about the last thing on my mind, let alone on yours.”

“It’s cause ‘Tsumu wants to marry Kita-san,” Osamu teases, causing the bottle-blonde to choke on his cookie. “He just wants ta steal him from ya.”

“Oh, and like ya wouldn’t marry him!” Atsumu accuses, cheeks slimming back down after he swallows the rest of his snack. “I see the way yer’ always lookin’ at him and the extra snacks he packs!”

“I openly admit that if I was asked, I would marry Kita-San,” Osamu confesses, making you giggle. “Hell, he’s Mr. Perfect for a reason. But no one is more whipped for him than Suna-“

“Oh, you leave me out of this,” Rintaro snaps. “One time. ONE time I tell our captain he’s handsome and I never hear the end of it.”

“Oh, it wasn’t once,” Ginjima pipes from his homework.

“He is handsome,” Atsumu quips.

“He’s extremely handsome, but that’s not the point!”

“You’re all sounding very suspicious right about now,” you chime back in, somehow finding comfort in the fact that all of your friends not only agree with you, but even admit to thinking Kita Shinsuke is the perfect man. “Do I have some competition I need to worry about?”

“There is no need,” a sudden voice answers, and the four of you tense up immediately as the man of the discussion returns with a plate of crackers. He sits next to you nonchalantly before bringing one of the salty snacks to your lips, smirking slightly at your shy embarrassment.

“And I’ll have you all know that, when I do get married, I know of only one person I expect to be waiting at the alter.”

You smile softly and lean your head down onto his shoulder, sighing contentedly at the peck he places on your head.

“What’re you grinning about?” Suna snickers. “He means Aran.”

“He does not-“

“I actually do,” Kita assures.

“Aran?!” You ask, voice pitched in annoyed surprise. “What are you talking about- I thought you meant me!”

“We have a pact,” he calmly explains. “Until we officially tie the knot, him and I are expected to wed each other.”

This, naturally, has the entire room collapsing in a fit of cackles, Atsumu flopping onto his back while Ginjima hides the chortles in the collar of his hoodie. Suna rolls his eyes and smirks before grabbing one of the crackers from the plate.

You sigh and roll your eyes before you smile up at him, resting your head lovingly against him. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to get on that before he does.”

suna is strong. you know it. he knows it. everyone knows it. he benches 220 daily, can squat double your weight like its nothing and don’t even get him started on his deadlifts. he can make his grocery run from the car to the fridge in one go, comically lifts large pieces of furniture to dust underneath it and is your go-to jar opener. 

suna can do it all … except break you. it’s all he wants to do, actually, because you’re his strongest opponent. suna wants to squeeze you until you absolutely shatter in his grasp. he wants to hug you so tightly to him that you fall apart into a million pieces. because that’s the only way he can catch a glimpse of what goes on inside. 

suna is strong. you are strong. but suna is stronger. 

a/n: wrote this bc i saw @sunasbabie asking for suna angst on my dash and it must’ve triggered something so thanks for getting me out of writer’s block ;v; this is one of the fastest things i’ve written idk what happened. too excited to angst suna ig

content: angst

word count: 2.1k+

[ suna x reader ]

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You watch as Suna packs his guitar back into its case, feeling as if he’s not looking at you on purpose, like he’s taking longer than you know it takes to close the zipper and shut the clasps on either side. You ask him the same thing you’ve been asking of yourself for longer than he’ll ever know, longer than you could ever admit.

“How could you not tell me?”

boyfriend! itoshi sae hc’s

— gn! reader, established relationship, teeth-rotting fluff

(a note from dia!): i’ve had this in the drafts for so long but i never got around to posting this ‘cause i went thru like 15 different writing blog phases & they’re all no longer here so,,, i do plan to publish my other hc’s of the other boys too 🤞

( 糸師冴, Itoshi Sae )

as an international football player, sae is more often than not traveling to various countries! to uhhh kick around a ball and y’know all that fun stuff 😁👍

but regardless of how happy you are for him achieving goals in his dream career— this means that he has very little time to come back home in his sparse free time (not that he wants to anyways)

facetime = carrying ur guys’ entire relationship fr

tries to ft you as often as he could but with his busy schedule, you guys usually only ft while he’s getting ready to sleep

sae’s so shameless about screenshotting pictures of you so no matter what mundane thing you’re doing in the background while you’re fting him

you just constantly see the notif banner pop up on your end that “sae <3” took a facetime photo

“did you just take a picture of me cooking ramen? 😐”

“yeah, what are you gonna do about it? come take my phone to delete it?” he’s such a little shit

he has an entire album dedicated to just these ft screenshots <3 ‘cause he’s secretly sappy like that but also to use against you so it’s a win-lose situation

to make your long distance relationship more entertaining, you both do those interactive netflix movie nights or game nights often too! skribbl.io is a reoccurring one for game nights

fair warning: sae is absolutely shit at drawing, he said so himself that he doesn’t know how to do anything else EXCEPT play football??

“sae, what are you even trying to draw?” you queried your boyfriend, in an attempt to receive hints to gauge out the shaky pixelated lines on your screen.

peeking at your phone, which was propped up against your laptop, it became difficult to choke back the laughter bubbling at the back of your throat as you took notice of the infamous red-haired football player’s concentrated expression on his face.

Teenage Sae pulls all the generic shitty boyfriend stops. He doesn't reply to your texts and tells you that you're overreacting when something upsets you. He forgets your birthday and the plans you make together when he's home and occasionally, you'll see that he's liked an influencer's pictures on Instagram. But you deal with it because you're young and naive and you think you love him. You mature at a faster rate than he does and you quickly understand that it's not okay. None of what he's doing is okay. You try to talk to him about it and he leaves you on read for a few weeks after. The only double-text you send him is to let him know that you don't want to do this anymore. You haven't spoken to each other since.

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