#rintaro x reader

“are you confronting me?” suna had absolutely no clue what was going on. he half expected osamu to jump out of the bushes and knock him up just for not denying it. but he would be a liar if he did. it was true. he did want to fuck you and knew he could do so much better than osamu. but of course he didnt make any moves with the bro-code and all. 

“no im not,” you shook your head, sucking in a deep breath to try to calm yourself. “i have a um… proposal,” suna’s eyebrows quirked, the corners of his lips tugging into an intrigued smile. he crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. 

“well,” you grew self conscious now, rocking back on your heels as you stared at the doormat. “osamu cheated on me and is now ghosting me after i asked to talk about it and to be honest im really pissed,” suna had to manually keep his features stoic even though he was feeling a whirlwind of emotions. he was sad for you of course, no one wants to get cheated on. he was mad at osamu for cheating on someone like you. but there was also this sick sense of pride, that you came to him. suna always knew he could be better for you and now you were at his doorway. you took in another deep breath, getting ready to spew out the words before you could take them back. “i want you to call osamu because i think he’ll pick up… and if he does,” you took a hand out of your pocket, nervously running it through your hair. “if he does i’ll let you fuck me,” 

the silence seemed to drag on forever. after your word vomit both you and suna had to take a moment to process the words you just said. you looked at sunas ever bland face and had no way of knowing what he was thinking. 

“so,” suna started, not able to hide the smug smile on his face. “you want me to fuck you with osamu on the phone?” he watched as you nodded slowly and could feel his dick twitch in his shorts at the thought. he would effectively being ending their friendship if he did that and maybe others. but the thought of being inside you was oh so enticing. “thats a little kinky dont you think,” sunas smile only grew when he saw how flustered you were getting. it was almost hard to believe you came up with that idea.

“will you do it yes or no?” you asked instead of answering his question. because he was right. it did sound a bit kinky and you didnt feel like trying to make sense of it right now. suna did use words to answer, instead pushing off of the doorframe and motioning for you to head in. letting out a shuddery breath, you walked in. your heart was beating like crazy when suna closed the door behind you, turning on a warm lamp before flopping onto the couch. you took off your shoes, awkwardly standing by the doorway. 

“so run this little plan of yours by me one more time,” he patted his hand on the cushion next to him, watching you with now hungry eyes. you sat on the edge of the couch, hands in your lap as you laid it all out on him. you wanted suna to call osamu and tell him he was fucking some random girl. you wanted to know if osamu would stay on the line. you wanted to know if he had any remorse for what he had done to you. you told suna you didnt want him to reveal it was you. that you would do the honors when you were ready. suna listened patiently, nodding along as the tent in his shorts grew with each word that left your pretty lips. “well if you want to do this we cant exactly fuck with you on the other side of the couch,” 

excitement and anxiousness coursed through your veins when suna motioned for you to come sit on his lap. he wasnt trying to hide the obvious bulge in his shorts now and the size of it made you just a bit nervous. you straddled his lap with a shaky breath, looking down between the two of you as he called osamu. he put the phone on speaker, turning the volume all the way up and tossing it onto the cushion next to him. 

his hands found their way to your hips as you both waited for osamu to answer, sliding them up and down your sides. 

“hey whats up?” 

your breath hitched in your throat when you heard his voice. anger once again rising up over the fact that he was going out of his way to ghost you but picked up the phone for his friend almost instantly. 

“not much, got a pretty girl in my lap right now,” sunas tone made your body feel warm all over. he got bolder with his touches, his fingers playing with the hem of your loose fitting shirt. “said she was a freak ‘n wanted me to call you so you could listen,” 

the laugh osamu let out was evil. you both could hear shuffling on his end while sunas hands moved further up. 

“no shit really?”

you licked your now dry lips as suna slowly pulled your top off, a low whistling leaving his mouth as he eyed your boobs. he was quick to grab at them. one hand groping one boob softly while the other pulled and pinched at your nipple. 

“yes really, shes got pretty tits,” he was quick to suck your now hardened nipple in his mouth, hips jerking under you. your breath grew ragged as you fought to stay quiet. you wanted osamu to hear you but you didnt want to be loud enough for him to know it was you just yet. he pulled off of your now wet nipple with a soft ‘pop’, his hands traveling down to grope your ass. “nice ass too,” he mused softly, looking at you with mischievous eyes as he grabbed onto the back of your thighs and gently laid you onto the couch. 

you looked up at him with wide eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth as he slipped your pajama bottoms off. something flashed in his eyes when he saw the pretty lace panties you had on. he wanted nothing more than to rip them off of you but he decided against it for now. 

“how wet is she,” 

“ ‘m about to find out,” your face cringed at osamus words for just a second. because in the next, suna was smiling at you wickedly while he pulled your panties to the side. a low groan left sunas chest as he slid a finger over your already glistening folds. for a second, he forgot all about your plan, looking up at you with wide, lust filled eyes. “holy fuck youre soaked,” you turned your head away, face growing hot with embarrassment. but suna was quick to gently grab your chin, turning your face towards him once again. “keep your eyes on me,” he said softly, licking his lips as he lightly pressed his finger onto your clit. 

the sound of shuffling on the other line was what brought suna back to the present and for a moment he felt a bit possessive, suddenly not wanting osamu to listen in anymore like a pervert. but he continued to play along.

“shes fucking beggin’ for it,” he said moreso to osamu as he slowly pushed a finger inside you. a soft hiss left his lips when he felt how tight you were, already clenching around him so well even if it was just one finger. at this point osamu wasn’t responding with words, his heavy breaths the only thing that could be heard. suna shrugged after a moment of waiting for a response, pressing a second finger inside your walls. you whined softly, eyelids fluttering as your hips twitched against him. he continued to work his fingers inside you, thumb rubbing over your clit in soft circles as the sounds of him fucking you with his fingers grew louder. 

“oh fuck i can hear her,” 

osamus voice was strained, no doubt affected by what he could hear over the phone. he was no doubt referring to the obscene noises coming from your dripping cunt while suna fucked his fingers into you. 

soft whines and heavy pants were all you could manage out, afraid of giving it away too soon. your hips bucked up towards sunas hand as he worked you closer to an orgasm. his dick was straining uncomfortably against his shorts and he was growing impatient. “shes about to cum all over my hand,” suna breathed out, it was getting hard for him to pretend he was enjoying transcribing what he was doing to his cheating friend. he didnt even know if he could call osamu a friend anymore. there was silence on the other end and suna’s brows furrowed when he thought he heard osamu moan. 

this was becoming harder for you to keep up, thighs trembling as you got closer and closer to release. you swore you were going to chew off your lip with how hard you were biting it. your eyes were screwed shut, hands clamping onto the couch and sunas arm. when he brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing tight circles and pressing into it, it didnt long for you to come undone around him, a strangled moan escaping you as your back arched off of the couch. 

“fuck she sounds hot,” 

“she is,” that flash of possessiveness punched through suna again as he continued to slowly fuck you through your orgasm. something snapped in suna when he could hear what could be nothing other than osamu jacking off. he hastily pulled his cock out of his shorts, laying your thighs over his. his breath was ragged at he ran his tip over your slit, a groan leaving his chest when he nudged at yout fluttering hole. you whimpered, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. 

suna was growing frustrated with each noise you suppressed, he desperately wanted to hear you. wanted to hear you get fucked on his dick. he grabbed onto your hips roughly, pushing inside you with a shaky moan. fortunately for him, you were also growing tired of forcing yourself to stay quiet. you wrapped your arms around sunas neck, pulling him flush against you. both of you moaned when he bottomed up and finally being able to hear you almost made suna cum right then. 

but osamu ruined it, letting out a loud moan through the phone. suna, who had finally had enough, sat up and grabbed his phone. 

“i’m fucking your girlfriend,”

“wait wha-” 

he hung up, tossing the phone to the side and looking back at you. your eyes were wide as you watched, cunt still clenching around him. suna put his hands on your hips, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, earning a loud cry from you. 

“fuck- ‘m glad thats over with,” he began rocking into you slowly, eyes glued onto the sight of his dick disappearing inside you. “now i can hear all your pretty noises,”

Smirking, he retreated away from his window and stood in front of his mirror.

He could still feel traces of both Iris’ and your touch lingering on his skin, the former like a soothing kiss to his nerves, while yours pulsed warmly. Angrily. Rather loudly, he would say, as if you had left your heartbeat against his skin. He scratched at his pulse point hesitantly, eyes narrowed as he recalled your lips leaving a trail of butterfly kisses there the night before when he found himself tangled in your sheets. One moment, he was professing his love to you, and the next, his assistant had received calls that Rintaro was to cancel his entire day.

When asked why, his poor assistant heard nothing but your soft moans and Rintaro’s mumbled words lost in the crevice of your thighs.

He never meant to leave. Rintaro promised himself that he would take care of you so well and never depart from your side each time you made love, yet he drove back to the Palace anyway – all over the selfish desire of seeing his beloved before he tied himself to you forever.

However, Rintaro could never expect the figure standing behind him, her doe eyes glimmering with tears from her reflection in the mirror.

“Iris,” Rintaro spun around. Walking towards Iris, he noted the restlessness clear on her face. The dark circles under her eyes told him she probably had not slept well or slept at all, and her usually painted lips were left pale and somewhat cracked. Clad in nothing but flimsy sleepwear with her nipples peeking through, Rintaro had to avert his gaze respectfully. “Angel, what are you doing here?”

Iris laughed sardonically at his question.

“I cannot visit my lover before he is wed to another?”

“You can always visit me, angel. My place is yours,” he reminded her, grabbing his coat from a nearby rack and placing it over her shoulders. The last thing he wanted was for her to catch a cold on the most important day of his life. “But this is quite risky. Did anyone see you coming here?”

“I did not see anyone. I made sure it would just be me,” Iris shook her head, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip. “Rintaro...it is not too late for you to back out on this wedding. You can make an excuse of falling ill. The public would not mind, and the Queen would have no choice—”

Rintaro chuckled, the sound falling in confusion as his hands slid down to her arms. “Were you not the one telling me to go ahead with this? What is troubling you now, Iris? Tell me.”

A myriad of emotions crossed her features. Iris took a step back, her gaze dropping to her shoes as her voice dropped a few pitches. When she spoke, Rintaro could hear how her heartbeat was louder than her words.

“Your Highness...you are to marry another woman. I will watch from the sidelines and act as if I am happy for you when I am not. What shall I do when you kiss her? What shall I do when you recite your vows to her, to love her and hold her forever? Am I to look away? Am I to pretend it does not break me on the inside?” she finally snapped her gaze back to him, “I know I do not make sense, Your Highness. I say one thing and mean another, but it kills me on the inside – the thought you might truly fall for your soon-to-be wife.”

Fall for you? Rintaro would have laughed if that was impossible. But he knew it too. He knew he could fall in love with you, he wanted to fall in love with you. Why would he not? Not only were you perfect, but you were available. He could be with you in ways he could not be with Iris. But be that as it may be, it did not change a thing that you would never be Iris.

You would never be his first love.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, Rintaro arched lower to raise a brow at his worried lover. “Iris. Look at me.” She did, hesitantly so, slim fingers playing with the ends of her dress. “Do you doubt my devotion for you?”

“I am anxious she might not allow me to be your concubine.”

“She is not the future King, that is not for her to decide,” he reminded her, gesturing to the expanse of the room decorated in gold and hanging chandeliers. “Everything I am doing, it is all for you, Iris. For us. Do not doubt me when I am so close to being yours. I will finally free you from my brother, and we will no longer have to hide in the shadows. So fret no more, alright? The future Queen shan’t threaten you.”

Sighing, Iris’ shoulders relaxed.

“Forgive me, Your Highness. My worries got the best of me.”

“And I shall alleviate them afterward,” he reassured with a lingering kiss on her forehead, both of their eyes fluttering shut as they were once again enveloped in each other’s presence. Until all too soon, a knock from outside his door made him freeze. Pulling away, Rintaro watched his lover with hope shining in his eyes. “We must go. We cannot stay here any longer; the Lady might arrive to greet me a good morning. Just wait for me for a bit longer, Iris. I will be with you momentarily.”

Iris, such the sweet woman she was, turned to leave.

Rintaro hated that sight the most – of having to witness the one he loved walk away from him, even if she was not truly leaving. Every day he woke up, he had the same fears. He could not shake away the feeling that Iris might not want him someday, that time would come she would grow tired of them fighting for their love and she would choose to let go.

Seeing her turn her back to him, to watch as her figure disappeared in one of the hidden doors in his room that led to the underground escape lobby, with barely a glance spared his way, Rintaro felt his chest tighten.

He loved her. He loved her way too much it weighed heavily on his bones, and he grew restless in fear he could try his best, he could fight with all his might, but the true enemy here was not the law nor the customs he had to go against. No, Rintaro’s greatest enemy was Iris herself. For if she ever did come to choose to work out her marriage with Kiyoomi, or if she lost trust in the promises and the future Rintaro had laid out for her, then what was to become of him? What would he do...should she ever leave him? What would his future look like when he only saw one that had Iris in it?

Whatever the answer may be, Rintaro never quite figured out.

Soon, his servants were piling in the room with his clothes laid out for him, a pair of arms leading him into the bath before Iris’ scent completely disappeared in the vicinity.

He just hoped that all of this would be worth it. He prayed that Iris would still want him, no matter what came their way. Because Rintaro was willing to fight, to hurt, to pretend to love another, to spew lies, and to create his laws for his selfish gain – the only thing he asked for in return was to have his love and devotion be reciprocated the way he desperately needed it.

Rintaro wishes he had not been nosy.

After he’d been dressed to the nines, dark hair gelled back perfectly to reveal his handsome features and forehead, he had unknowingly walked to where he knew you would be getting ready. He blamed it on the anxiety that ate away at him. Too used to the comfort you provided each time he felt troubled, his feet naturally drifted to outside your room, hands lingering on the doorknob until he heard you laughing with your mother.

It snapped him back to reality.

Your laugh...he would be lying if he said he did not find it beautiful. Everything about you was mesmerizing. Is that not why he enjoyed your presence all this time? The fraction of affection he held for you, was that not why he opened up and entrusted his heart into your palms?

Yet, hearing it now, it just dawned on him how unfair he had been. To drag you into marriage when he had been keeping secrets from you, to lie straight to your face while you told him nothing but the truth and revealed even the parts of you that you hated most. But he was desperate to be perfect in your eyes that he slowly backed away, jaw tightening at the mess his mind was in.

He no longer had a proper sense of where he was going before he ended up in Belleview Manor.

Pushing the doors open, he glared at the servants who jumped in surprise at his arrival. One glance at him and they all scurried out.

The occurrence of Rintaro dropping by Belleview Manor to be with Iris was no longer new to them, and the servants gave them privacy as Rintaro took two steps at a time until he reached their room. The room in which a queen-sized bed lay in the middle, under a large portrait of Iris and Kiyoomi smiling stiffly at the artist, their golden wedding bands glimmering even with the flat colors.

He wondered if this was how Iris felt. Jealousy, possessiveness, greed.

He should have been the one in that painting when Iris wore white.

Gasping at the figure looming at the edge of her bed, Iris quickly swatted away the hands of her lady servant helping her fix her dress. The servant squeaked at the sight of Rintaro before she bowed past him, scuffling out the door and leaving Rintaro to stalk over Iris with trembling hands and an uncomfortable tent in his pants.

“Your Highness! You should be at the waiting room – what if Her Lady comes looking for you? It is barely half an hour before your wedding, my Prince.”

“She is swarmed by the servants. They are making sure she looks perfect for today; she won’t be leaving her room any sooner.”

“They dote on her that much?”

He didn’t respond right away. Rintaro only stopped in his tracks the moment Iris was a breath away from him, hands coming up to rest at her neck and the other pulling her in close by the waist. His lips lost in hers, her soft breaths in his ears. He could stay here forever.

“She is the future Queen and today’s bride. If there is anyone who must be the most beautiful today, it is her. Not a single flaw in sight – not that I could care,” he laughed on the column of Iris’ neck, guiding her to their bed until the back of her knees hit the edge. Rintaro effortlessly caught her. “I chose her knowing she has always been the most perfect candidate. She need not any more work done on her.”

Before Iris could say anything else, Rintaro began kissing her feverishly. Iris gasped upon the unusual hurriedness of his touch, too used to him taking his time worshipping her body instead of impatiently pawing at her breasts. Not that any of them minded, and Rintaro sure as hell knew Iris was not complaining. For when he ghosted his hands under her dress, his palm met nothing but the wetness of her arousal pressing into his skin, cunt sopping with just a few kisses in its way.

“Y-Your Highness! Right now?”

“Right fucking now, my angel. ‘Need to feel you one last time before I am promised to her.”

“But my dress—”

“Just lift them for me. I won’t ruin it.”

Albeit hesitant, Iris lifted her dress, her moves practiced as she bent over the bed with only her stilettos left dangling at the edge.

Unbuckling his belt, Rintaro freed his cock from its confines and groaned. The relief he felt from finally fucking his fist barely felt like a reward when his hands were met with Iris’ pantyhose, eliciting an annoyed grunt from him. His hands itched to just tear it apart. But he did make a promise, and he had to make this quick, so he yanked the material down as gently as he could before rubbing his tip along her lips. The action caused both of them to moan, Iris’ sounds turning choked when he pushed his way in.

Rintaro held her firmly by the waist. Bullying his way into her core, he lifted one of her legs to make her feet plant on the mattress, giving him more access to the heat that sucked him in. He threw his head back as he was lost in the pleasure. Nearly losing all thoughts of you, and he was so close to forgetting you when he remembered his wedding was nearly minutes away.

You were probably looking for him right now, yet here he was, inches deep inside his girlfriend.

Unaware that he was fucking his frustrations into Iris, Rintaro’s eyes widened at the sound of her echoing moans. He did not care if Kiyoomi could hear, seeing as Iris’ husband was seldom by her side. But Rintaro still leaned forward to slap a palm on Iris’ mouth to muffle her screams and whimpers, trying her best to be quiet as if the loud slapping of his balls on her cunt and the squelching of her pussy was not resonating all over the place.

“Hush, angel. Hush. There are new servants outside.”

“C-Close!” her words were garbled behind his hand as were Rintaro’s final grunts. Falling on her elbows from the exhaustion, her back arched perfectly for Suna, the lewdness of her figure and her unbridled mewls driving him to the edge.

The sex was so intense, rushed, and frantic he felt like his cock would go limp as he shot his load. Scowling, Rintaro slapped her bum just to relish in the harsh redness appearing on the supple skin, the impact as the last force that pushed Iris to cum all around his cock until a cream was formed at the base.

Rintaro felt so filthy. He wanted to both wash himself of his sins and to fuck her harder.

And with conflict on his mind, he followed the primal voice in him that always triumphed over logic, pulling out his spent cock just to shove two fingers inside her. Iris groaned before she spun around to face him, to which Suna responded by making sure his cum would stain her black, lacy underwear until the end of this day. 

“This should remind me of you when I am walking down the aisle,” he gritted his teeth, leaning over to capture her lips one last time. 

There, Rintaro broke his promise as he intentionally smudged her lipstick, retracing his fingers before snapping her panties back to her swollen cunt. “Soon, you will be mine.”

How you woke up alone with Rintaro’s side of the bed empty, you no longer questioned. You were slowly beginning to accept that it would probably always be like this – where Rintaro seduces you and blinds you with sweet nothing’s the moment you show signs of discovering the ugly truth masked behind that beautiful face, only to wake up with nothing but the harsh reminder he was never yours, to begin with. It was not easy to accept he did not love you. Not when being with him was the happiest you ever felt, or how you still believed maybe he was honest when he called you his lover with those sleepy eyes and hoarse voice at three in the morning when it seemed like it was just you and him.

But looking at you now, with lips painted a grand shade of red with a tiara worn only by those honored enough to be a royal, wearing the uncomfortably revealing wedding dress he chose for you, it all came to one conclusion: this was now your time to leave.

You were not married to him yet. You still had time to walk away, to remove this ring he placed on your finger that choked you up, to forget everything and start anew.

It was not too late, but if you walked away now, it would be too late to be with him again. If you walked away now, there was a chance Rintaro might not run after you, and you would lose him permanently. You would no longer have someone to be with in the quietest hours of the morning when you felt loneliest. He would not kiss your hand anymore while calling you beautiful and looking at you deep in the eyes. To forget him, you would have to burn all the photographs you’d taken with him, all framed in the corner of your room that you dedicated just for the Prince.

It hurt to hold on, but it hurt more to let go of the one you loved most.

Even if you did leave him for your good, what would happen next? You could not love anybody else. You wanted no one else but him, and in a way, he wanted you too. It could not have been that bad even if you knew it was. Maybe...just maybe, if you tried working out with him, there would be no need to let him go.

Maybe he could still fall in love with you genuinely this time.

You convinced yourself endlessly that you were doing the right thing by fighting for your love, for following your heart, and in the blink of an eye, the doors had opened.

You were walking down the aisle.

At the end of it was the man you loved most, Suna Rintaro, who looked painfully dashing in his tailored suit and brushed back hair. He laughed with his brothers standing behind him, fixing his cuffs and smiling until his gaze landed on you. Just like that, the entire cathedral fell silent. You could focus on nothing else but him, unaware that you had at least a thousand pairs of eyes admiring the way you took your first step towards him as if pulled by a magnetic force. You were always drawn to him, always pulled by his presence and his soft smile that melted you on the insides.

You loved him. You loved him so much you could not love anybody else.

And with each step you take, the tears just flowed down your cheeks. You cried your heart out because how long had you fantasized this day in your head, to experience a time where you promise yourself to another? Only to fall for the wrong person. Only for the man you were about to marry to be someone else who loved another, yet you could not bring it in yourself to turn away and leave.

Because if you looked from the sides, if you listened hard enough, you could hear the people rejoicing. You could see your parents crying from their seats at how proud they were of you. Princess Maiko gazed up at you with admiration and the hope you experienced the happy marriage she had always wanted but never got.

The citizens of Inarizaki called out your name as  Princess. The entire country could not wait for you to be their Queen, and you did not want to disappoint despite the heartbreak you were causing upon yourself.

For the sake of the country, you had to be brave. Duty before love. People before heart.

Or were you still just trying to give yourself more reasons to stay? But then again, why would you want to leave? Now that you stood in front of the Prince, you could see nothing but genuine awe written on his face. He was stunned speechless as his dark gaze studied you from head to toe, his lips curling at the sides and beaming so wide you wondered if he listened to the priest at all.

“Today, we gather to witness the union of Lady Y/N Yuzuru and His Highness, the Sixth Prince, Suna Rintaro, on this blessed day. From this day forth, the Kingdom will see our people prosper. Our Prince and his wife, to grant us future heirs, all for the future of Inarizaki.”

“To the Prince! To the Princess!” the crowd cheered loud and clear, so much so that it boomed even outside the walls of the cathedral where thousands of the people gathered on this day to be marked in history.

“You may now recite your vows.”

It was now or never. Now was the best time to refuse, to say no into Rintaro’s awaiting face and tell him you deserved better. If you lost this chance, you might never be able to find your freedom ever again.

With shaky hands, you allowed him to hold your hands between your bodies, about to pull away from him the second it dawned on you he never loved you.

He never loved you, he never will, and he was only using you for his benefit. He was going to hurt you, and you would never be the one he truly wanted – “I, Y/N Yuzuru, hereby vow to be your loyal wife – to have, to hold, to be your shoulder to lean on when you feel weak. I will hold you in my arms when you crumble and build a pillar so strong we will never fall again. I vow to be yours, now and forever, with undying loyalty. Obedience. Submission. Love. I vow that my next breath will be spent loving you until my last,” – but you wanted him. You wanted him so bad your mind slowly spiraled into insanity as you recited your vows, breathing heavily at the shock it was over.

It was done. You could never leave him now.

The thought was both terrifying and calming because there was no hint of regret in Rintaro’s face. His expression warmed upon your declaration of love for the entire world to witness. The tables had been turned and soon you were the one turning deaf at the voices of others, focused only on him and the tantalizing movement of his lips that would kiss you every time you felt lost.

You couldn’t tell whether you wanted him to kiss you at that moment or not. Not when he was looking at you like you were his everything, looking at you like you were the only person in the room and his vows were tender in comparison to your strong, devout ones.

Whence you promised yourself to him like it was a promise you would hold onto with all your might, he recited his vow like loving you was a secret he needed to keep.

“I, the Sixth Prince of Inarizaki, Suna Rintaro, hereby vow to be your loving husband – to have, to hold, to be the hand you hold when you tread into uncharted territory. I will be the light to guide you in your darkest days. I will be your friend when you need it most – to share laughter with, to make memories with, and to be forever devoted with. Today, I vow to take you as my wife with undying care. Affection. Support. Love. I wow that my next breath—” 

And there it was. 

His eyes that only had you in its center eventually drifted to another woman from the background, gaze locking with a smiling Iris, the two of them so lost in their love for one another they never noticed the way your face fell. 

“—will be spent loving you, and only you, until my last. I am yours forever and always, no matter who gets in our way.”

By the time the priest had announced for Rintaro to kiss his bride, you stood numbly. Letting him unfold your veil and cup your cheeks as he slowly leaned forward. The kiss felt empty, and you did not kiss him back, unable to when his eyes were still peeled open to someone else that was not you.

As soon as your lips locked and he pulled away, the crowd celebrated in glee. Rintaro twisted his torso to face them while holding your hand, his smile turning confused when you forced a smile and echoed his words. Only this time, your vow held nothing but pain.

“I am yours forever and always, no matter who gets in our way.”

The hours passed by into the night without your recognition.

Too much happened all at once you barely noticed the clock ticking near midnight. You have drifted from the cathedral to the public eye right after, swarmed by citizens congratulating you on your wedding and welcoming you as their Princess. Now, you found yourself pressed next to Rintaro as you greeted all the guests who came forward with well-wishes and gifts. You remembered all those nights you had to stay awake to memorize all of their names and duties to the country, considering it as a part of your preparation into becoming Queen someday, and you surprised both yourself and Rintaro from how natural you conversed with them.

In front of you stood Lady Lev, a part of the Cabinet who had been loyal to the royal family for generations now, her children soon to follow in her steps. Kind, blue eyes smiled at you both. “You two are so beautiful, Your Highnesses. By far the most charming couple Inarizaki has seen.”

Shaking his head with a blush tinting his cheeks, Rintaro chuckled. “Oh, Lady Lev, that is too kind of you.”

“It is the truth! I can already tell we have a bright future ahead of us with you both as our leaders.”

The three of you fall into mindless chatter about politics, rotating between generals and other royals who had been invited until you realized you had finished your fourth drink of the night. To say you were tired was an understatement, but you did not expect to stumble a little on your heels as your vision began to spin. Whimpering, you braced yourself from the fall when a strong arm wrapped itself around your waist. Warm, brown eyes stared down at you humorously with a laugh playing along his lips.

“Whoa there, love,” Rintaro teased, nudging his brow in the direction of your empty glass. “Had too much to drink already? You ought to stop unless you want to pass out, but we can also leave if you are exhausted. It must have been a long day for you.”

You cursed your heart for swaying at his concern.

Brushing his hold off of you and ignoring the way your skin tingled upon coming to contact with his, you steadied yourself upright. “My feet hurt, Your Highness. I think it could be the shoes. Aside from that, the exhaustion means nothing to me. We are supposed to entertain the guests.”

Rintaro hummed and narrowed his eyes on your feet. “Did they not give you a comfortable pair?”

“Nothing about what I am wearing is comfortable for me,” you mindlessly muttered before realizing the offense of your words. Head snapping up, you waved your hand defensively, heart-pounding as the Crown Prince raised a brow. “I-I do not mean the dress, my Prince! You chose this for me, so I love it.”

“But it is not comfortable.”

“I am fine, really—”

Rintaro dragged you closer by the waist. Sweeping his eyes across the room, he suddenly leaned down to whisper in the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning over your exposed jaw. “If it is so uncomfortable, I am not opposed to the idea of removing the dress for you. Anything to help my wife...” he purred seductively with a finger running down the zipper behind your dress, his teeth gently nipping at your earlobe. It felt like you had lost all ability to breathe when you were clouded by his intoxicating scent. “...and I would do it. What do you say we take a quick break from the reception and disappear, hm? There is a spare room near here. The guests would not mind.”

Your skin warmed at his implications.

“But, Your Highness—”

“They have food and drinks to keep them occupied for days. Trust me when I say no one would notice.” Rintaro leaned down to kiss you, but you grew shy and hesitant at the last minute, turning your head to the side until his lips landed on your cheeks instead.

Rintaro raised a brow in question. You had never refused a kiss from him before.

“M-Maybe later, Your Highness...”

The Crown Prince scrutinized you carefully. A beat passed, then two, before he queried: “Are you shy with me, love? You did not kiss me back when we recited our vows too,” he prompted, then fought against the amused quivering of his lips building into a teasing smirk. “Or perhaps, you do not enjoy being seen by a crowd?”

As if on cue, a round of ‘aww’s coming from the crowd had you and the Prince turning your attention away from each other. There, on the dance floor, swayed a giggling, red-faced Maiko basking in the rare attention given to her by a tipsy Prince Tooru. His smile was as rare as her gleeful, lovesick smiles. However, Rintaro was not looking at them. Rather, his eyes were on Prince Kiyoomi and Princess Iris stiffly dancing with one another – him looking handsome yet terribly uncomfortable, and her gaze focused on no one else but him. Her expression was unreadable.

Glancing back at your husband, your heart fell upon seeing the smile fade from his face.

As peculiar as it sounded, you did not want Rintaro to feel the same pain of jealousy as you did. You both were two sides of the same coin. He felt the same heartbreak as you did despite him having promised he would do anything for her, and you were in the same position.

You understood him the best.

Maybe that was why you slowly snaked your lace gloved arm up to his shoulders and rested it there, tapping his cheek to turn his attention away from her. It would probably be a futile attempt of distraction.

“My love, would you dance with me? We have not had our first dance yet.”

Nodding, you and Rintaro slowly trailed to the dance floor. The spotlight followed you like moths drawn to the flame, the other royal pairs disappearing in the darkness as only you and Rintaro were in the middle of the room and danced in each other’s arms. You swayed to the beat as he twirled you in sync. Slowly, he began to smile again, pearly-white teeth showing when you playfully wiggled your brows at him in hopes he would no longer feel sad.

“You’ve gotten better at dancing,” he praised as he twirled you with one arm, effortlessly catching you in his arms with your legs bent in a curve.

“Anything to impress you.”

Rintaro threw his head back in laughter. “You do not need to do anything to impress me, darling. I am smitten by you no matter what you do,” he remarked, slowing down when the song changed into a more mellow tune. Drawing closer to you, Rintaro rested his hands on your hips, his forehead pressed to yours whilst closing his eyes. “Thank you for marrying me, Y/N. You have made me the happiest man in the world.”

“How so?”

“Because from now on, I shall have everything I ever wanted.”

  TAGLIST CLOSED.

“Stop fidgeting. You’re making me nervous.”

You ignored Osamu’s comment. Clutching tighter to his arm, you studied the place in wonder, mouth hanging slightly open as you took in the golden chandeliers. The hotel’s reserved hall still kept its staple red carpet, the servants stifling about carrying glasses of fizzing champagne and staff on the stage tapping the microphone. Osamu adjusted his tie beside you, brow raised in question.

“This place hasn’t changed at all. It’s weird.”

He snickered. “Yeah, it’s weird, especially when it’s been eight years,” tapping your gloved arm, he gestured to the other end of the room. “Look. There are drinks over there. How about let’s get you some so you can loosen up a little bit? You’re cutting off the blood flow in my arm.”

“Why’d you invite me as your date then if you’re going to complain a lot?” you reiterated, but let go of his arm nonetheless. The poor man winced as soon as you let go of him, calloused hands massaging the nerves back to his body.

Osamu walked you to the refreshments section. He was quick to snatch two glasses which he finished in the blink of an eye, his attention now heavily scrutinizing the onigiri displayed at the end of the table. He began mumbling to himself about ‘getting only quality ingredients’ then asked why would there be onigiri at a reunion. As if deciding it didn't matter, the dark-haired man shrugged and offered you a champagne flute.

You raised your palms. “Oh, sorry, I don’t drink anymore.”

“Not even red wine?”

“Nope.”

Osamu’s lips formed an ‘o’ shape. Nodding to himself, he downed the drink in one go. “Wow. Going overseas really changed you; here I thought you’d be more unhinged after you left.”

“Unhinged? Since when was I unhinged?”

“Need I remind you all the stupid shit you did in college?” his lips upturned in a grin, the smile widening at the sight of your widened eyes. You playfully smacked his arm with a shake of your head. Leaning down to your ear, he snickered along with a click of his tongue. “Yeah, I thought so. Come on, let’s go to our seats now.”

You hadn’t taken three steps when a hand tapped your shoulder. You spun on your heel, the first thing greeting you was a warm, familiar smile that kept its brotherliness comfort throughout the years.

“Aran, oh my gosh!” cupping your mouth, you hung your arms around his neck. Aran laughed as he squeezed back just as tight, patting your back the whole time you babbled on enthusiastically. You pulled back, hands on his shoulders to keep him in place as you gasped at him – still in disbelief you were seeing your old friends in the flesh again. They hadn’t even aged a day since the day you last saw them. “I’ve missed you! I saw all your games on TV and I wouldn’t stop telling my friends how I knew you in college! They didn’t even believe me because of how popular you’ve become.”

Aran plucked out a pen from his suit pocket, “Do you want an autograph for proof, then? Maybe that’ll make your friends believe it. You were our volleyball team’s main sponsor during our college days; I’m never going to forget the person who fed us every after practice.”

“Yeah, I’d love that!” you beamed, gaze darting down to the mop of golden hair appearing behind Aran. He hadn’t changed much except for his body growing bigger, his stature more confident yet less playful as he stood before you. You stilled in your gestures, smile frozen in its place. “Hey...Atsumu...”

“Hey...”

“Damn,” Osamu whistled, knocking Atsumu forwards with his elbow. Atsumu stumbled your way before he backed off just as fast, chuckling nervously when you sent him a bright smile. So he hadn’t changed that much too. “It’s been more than a decade and you’re still awkward around her, ‘Tsumu? At least shake the poor girl’s hand. You’re married now with a kid, stop acting so weird.”

You turned to Atsumu with astonishment transparent on your face. “You’re a father now, Atsumu? Congratulations,” shaking his stiff hand, you squeezed it to force him to relax. “It’s really been a long time, huh?”

“Yeah, eight years,” he mumbled, a smile making its way to his face once he caught sight of his wedding ring. “If you're going to stay in Japan for a while, you might want to come over to meet the kids. Osamu visits every weekend when he’s not too busy.” Catching up to date, Atsumu got married not long after you left for Japan; the happy couple was now blessed with two, healthy girls. Judging from how Atsumu’s face lit up as soon as you asked about his daughters, you could tell he loved them more than anything. He was more than eager to show you their pictures, the little girls inheriting his cocky smile.

The whole thing warmed your heart. Butterflies sprung in your belly from unfiltered joy; the mere sight of your old friends talking and laughing with one another at the same table bringing you back to the most precious days of your youth.

Aran was still one of the most responsible members of the former team. When Atsumu got tipsy minutes before the program started, he was already patting his back, a glass of water offered while Osamu shook his head in disappointment. Nevertheless, he wore the exact nostalgic smile you’d had permanent as soon as you walked into the hotel.

To think this was also the hotel where you celebrated your second anniversary with Suna... time sure did fly. Now some of you were married; everyone at the table filled with pride upon reaching their dreams.

“It felt like forever had passed, but now... now we’re young all over again. Kinda funny, isn’t it? We’re back right where we all started. Atsumu’s still immature, of course—”

“‘Samu!”

“See? I told you,” Osamu gestured at his tipsy twin. It didn’t take long before Atsumu was dozing off Aran’s shoulder, the latter looking like a dejected babysitter. A few minutes, Aran pulled out his phone. He began snapping photos of a drooling Atsumu, and your smile instantly fell. Aran had never done that. If there was one person who had the habit of spontaneously taking his phone out to capture every living moment, it would be – Osamu nudged your shoulder, halting your train of thought. “Hey. Don’t look so glum. I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to be frowning on our reunion.”

“This reunion isn’t really for me, though... You just made me your plus one as an excuse to sneak me inside here.”

Two days ago, you received an invitation from Osamu asking if you could take the time to come back home for their reunion. The former volleyball team had arranged this event for the sake of reliving old memories, their old coaches and beautiful team managers all present here. You felt as if you were the only odd one out. Everyone attending was members or loved ones by the members, but the same player who you’d dated wasn’t even here.

Before you could think much about it, Gin made his way to the stage. The program began. They flashed photos and epic moments from their previous matches, the people in the room laughing and cheering at the innocence you all had in your youths. Your joy then was unmatched. An image of you screaming Suna’s name at the top of your lungs appeared on the screen, a banner of your ex-boyfriend’s name held proudly above your head. The room burst into aww’s as the next pictures came – a photo of Suna running out of the court to kiss you after their victory.

“Ah, yes, if it isn’t our campus crushes who broke our hearts when they started dating. Suna Rintaro and Y/N – half of the campus cried when you guys weren’t single anymore,” Gin glanced jokingly at a grimacing Atsumu, sending the crowd into a fit of laughter. “I’m sure all of us believed you both would end up marrying each other in the end. You guys were the cutest.”

You raised two thumbs in agreement. They all clinked their glasses before Gin moved on to the next photos; of their team lined up sweaty yet proud after a match. You couldn't tear your gaze off of the tall, slouching man in the center. How many times had you scolded him to sit up straighter? Not that he listened, but the images felt surreal. They were taken more than ten years ago yet looking at them now, it felt just like yesterday when you'd be standing behind the camera. Winking at him, sending him air kisses, or boldly showing off his name printed all over your shirt – you missed your youth. Terribly.

“Hey. You good?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out, tears crystallizing in your eyes as you chuckled at Osamu’s worried frown. “Eight years has just been a long time. Everything feels so different yet nothing’s changed that much, too. I never knew I’d miss this too much.”

Osamu quickly understood. He placed his hand above yours, patting it reassuringly as a photo of Suna sleeping in the club room was presented on the screen. “He loved you a lot.”

“I loved him a lot too.” And I still do.

The next few hours passed by in a blur. Drinks were shared between friends, conversations to keep up with each other’s lives present throughout the room while the rest of the crowd dug into the meal. For those like Atsumu who came here for a good time, they’d lost control on the dance floor. Aran had joined along with a slightly tipsy Gin. Soon, half of the room was littered with passed-out drunk people, some mumbling to themselves on how their wives would kill them when they came home.

Grabbing Osamu’s arms, you gestured to the balcony.

“Hey, I think I’ll step out for a bit. I need fresh air.”

“Of course. I’ll be here if you need me.”

You smiled at him before trudging to the open space. As expected, Kita hadn’t changed too much of the resort’s infrastructure. The beach remained its beauty as the moonlight glimmered along the waves crashing upon another, the cold breeze nipping at your bare arms the longer you stood there. Hugging your body, you shivered. You shouldn’t have worn a sleeveless dress if you’d known it’d be this cold here, but in a way, you were grateful for it. The bite of the air kept you on your toes, leaving you sober as a tall figure coolly leaned on the railings.

“Hope I’m not too late to the party,” a languid voice drawled out. Body freezing at the sound of his voice, your eyes met Suna’s warm, golden ones – he was dashing in his suit, his smirk painted with half sarcasm as he mock saluted you. “Hey there, lover. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Rintaro...”

“Don’t cry on me now. You’ll ruin your makeup,” Suna whipped out a handkerchief from his suit and walked closer to you, the cloth wrapped around his pointer finger. He leaned down to dab it at the stray tear falling on your cheek. You breathed in deeply, your gaze not once leaving his before he tilted his head to the side to imprint your smile into his memories. Cupping your cheek, Suna sighed dreamily, “You’re still just as beautiful as the day I met you.”

You burst out in giggles at his words. “We were twenty back then, Rintaro. I still didn’t know how to match the right shade of lipstick to compliment my features.”

“Still beautiful to me,” he argued with a lazy shrug. Gaze bouncing to the onslaught of his drunk ex-teammates singing inside, he shook his head to himself. “They haven’t changed one bit; this is going to be a long night. Do you mind if I take you somewhere?”

“I need to be home before midnight, Rin. I can’t stay too long.”

He blew air out of his cheeks. “I promise it won’t take long, Cinderella. You’ll get back to your castle right on time,” he remarked, and no more questions needed to be asked. You followed him out of the hall with your arm looped to his, his body bringing the warmth you desperately needed from your quivering form. One look at you and Suna didn’t have to think twice. He pulled you by the shoulders until you were flushed against him, winking when you started complaining that he surprised you. “Sorry I didn’t show up for the first half of the reunion. I was too busy arranging this place for you.”

“What pla—” the words died down in your throat.

A string of lights burst to life right before your eyes. A trail of rose petals was scattered under your feet, your heels now looped to Suna’s fingers after he insisted you took them off. Feet sinking into the sand, you gasped in awe. Although the thick trees could no longer be seen, you’d recognize this spot in a heartbeat. This was the same place Suna had danced with you on your anniversary; the same spot where he gave you your precious necklace and his playlist singing of love through your shared earphones.

Your cries mixed in with your laughter. Using your gloved hands, you dabbed at the threat of your mascara falling. “Rin, I don’t know what to say.”

“Do you like it?” he grinned, stretching his arms outwards as he spun in his spot. The brightness of his smile matched the fairy lights and the soft strums of guitar playing from the speakers, mixing along beautifully with the calming sounds of the waves.

“You had me worried there. Osamu promised you’d come but you almost never showed up.”

“Me? Not showing up for my precious reunion where I can see my best friend again? I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Suna gently placed your heels on the sand. Slowly, he diminished the gap between you, the song Can’t Help Falling In Love beginning its intro. The first notes of the piano were enough to hypnotize you. Your feet moved on their own, not stopping in its track until you stood before him, the both of wearing giddy smiles like you were young lovers falling in love for the first time all over again. “Do you remember when you told me you couldn’t attend prom in high school with your crush... Oikawa, was it?”

You scrunched your nose at the memory.

“Oikawa Tooru, yeah. Everyone had a crush on him back then, but he asked me out. I was so excited to be his date.”

“Yeah, and you couldn’t go because your parents dragged you into a business trip out of town, then Oikawa blocked your number thinking you were leading him on,” Suna laughed, “When you retold me that story back when we lived together, you cried so hard. I thought it was because you felt bad but turns out you just—”

“—bought an expensive prom dress all for nothing,” you both finished with a chuckle. Raising a finger at him, you defended yourself from Suna calling you lame. “And also because I wanted to experience prom! Everyone had embarrassing or romantic prom stories to tell while I had nothing. It would’ve been nice to dance with a really cute boy.”

“Well, I’m more handsome than cute, but I hope I make up for it,” offering his hand, Suna did a deep bow with a faux-clipped accent. “Would you honor me with this dance, lover? I’d like you to be my prom date.”

You gladly enclosed your palms with him. “Yes, Rin, I’d love to be your prom date.”

Take my hand... take my whole life too – for I can’t help falling in love with you.

Your eyes closed by themselves. Drawing closer to him, you rested your cheek against his chest. The way his hands slid down ever so slowly to your waist was sensual, almost as if he took each precious second to map your body. You found it odd since he'd felt everything from you until it dawned on you that it had been eight years. Eight years since you’d last seen each other. Eight years since he’d last felt your skin on his, and it wasn’t guaranteed he’d have a tomorrow with you. It made sense that for once, Suna was patient. His hands rested on your waist before his lips made contact with your forehead, his deep voice humming along to the melody.

You let him guide you to the music. His body did all the work while you followed each spin, each movement of his foot backward or forwards, your arms now encircled around his neck. Bottom lip trembling, you sniffled. “Rin... why’d you never tell me? If I’d known what happened eight years ago, I would’ve come back home for you.”

Suna smiled like he knew a secret only he was allowed to know.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you,” he mumbled, nudging his forehead with yours. “You would’ve returned and stayed with me even though we were both unhappy. Guilt and a sense of responsibility would make you stay. I'd keep holding on to you even if you wanted nothing more but freedom, and as long as you're close enough to your parents, then you'll never really be happy,” glancing down at you, you felt Suna squeeze your waist absentmindedly. “Look at you now. You’re stunning. When you smile... your whole face lights up. I wouldn’t have wanted anything more for you than to be happy with yourself.”

Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be...

But we weren’t, your inner voice acknowledged, and I couldn’t stay with you.

“I’m sorry I never knew, Rin. I should’ve been there for you when you needed me most. You...you didn’t have to go through it all alone.”

“No, I think it was only right that I did. You can’t be there for me all the time because then you’d give me false hope,” sucking in a deep breath, Suna threw his head back. He gazed at the sky with a melancholic gleam present in his eyes, his smile more nostalgic than happy. “I loved you so much I couldn’t bear the thought of you not being beside me, but I saw that look in your eyes. I saw how tired you were. You hate how we can never seem to meet each other in the middle. I’m not selfish enough that I’ll ask you to stay beside me at the price of you not living the life you want anymore.”

“Thank you,” you cried out, fisting his shirt that was now damp with your tears. “For everything. You’re really something else, Rintaro. You gave me the whole world and more but—”

“But it wasn’t enough. I’m not the one you needed.”

“But you’re the one I loved.”

“I know,” Suna held your gaze once more, his hands cupping your cheeks with a feathery touch. “That’s why I was able to keep going on all this time. If it had just been about me, I never want to let you go, to be honest. You made me feel I was on top of the world and I was immortal; as cheesy as that sounds. You scared the fuck out of me, too. The moment I realized just how much I was weak when it came to you and that I’d do anything for you, that shit scared me,” Suna brushed his hair back that revealed his handsomeness. Time worked well in his favor as he only grew more charming, the faint wrinkles appearing from his chuckles.  “I was like, ah, I’m fucked. But it’s funny too, because as much as falling in love scared me, seeing your face made me feel brave. Like I could do anything as long as it’s for you. That’s why I was able to let you go.”

Burying your head in his chest, you were lulled by the sound of his heartbeat. “I wish we could go back to being young.”

“Yeah? And what would we do then?”

You hummed in thought. “I’d kiss you one last time,” you mumbled, fingers looping with his. Suna’s hand brushed against the metal band wrapped around your finger, his face masked with restrained longing. “I’d touch you one last time... I’d say I love you one last time without caring of what might happen next. I’d hold you one last time if I’d known I’d never get the chance to again.”

“If we could go back in time, I’d make you stay,” he whispered, voice too soft that it almost sounded unreal. Leaning down to your ear, Suna’s breath tickled the column of your neck. “Hey. Guess what?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

You both knew it was a lie. Yet, you nodded, knowing full well that Suna was saying it more for himself than you. He needed this closure if he truly wanted to let you go. You weren’t dumb. This dance, this reunion, this moment – it only existed to seal your memories in its tainted preciousness. Suna never had any intention to get back with you, and neither did you long to spend a future with him anymore. So you accepted it with a straight face and kissed him right above the head, lost in the music and the murmurs of your hearts swallowed by the wind.

Suna didn’t cry. He was oddly placid, but his hold on you slowly loosened by the minute. He started to feel more and more distant, and just as the music stopped, he crushed you into a hug. Suna took a shuddered breath. “I don’t... I don’t love you anymore. I’ll never love you again. I might never love again at all.”

Your arms hovered in the air awkwardly before sobs ripped out your throat, reciprocating his comforting embrace as you rubbed his back up and down.”Rintaro...I’m so sorry.”

“Just let me hold you a little longer,” he begged, “I’ve lost you more times than I count; I want my last memory with you to be a pure one,” nodding in his arms, you held him just as eagerly in the refusal to depart. Suna tucked himself into your neck where he inhaled your sweet scent, voice cracking the same way his heart did for the nth time. “Can you...can you tell me you love me one last time, lover? Even if you won’t mean it? At least say it once before I lose you again.”

“I love you, Rintaro.” I mean it. I’m not lying to you.

As soon as he pulled away, a huge smile was already there on his face. Suna cleared his throat.

“Thank you for being my prom date, lover. I hope I didn’t disappoint.”

“You could never disappoint me.” The both of you watched as a car pulled up from the driveway, the soft pit-patters of feet on the sand heard. Kita showed up not a minute later, wearing a patient, kind smile with his hands tucked into his pockets. He nodded to Suna as a greeting, who was now flexing his shoulders back to relax himself. Game over. Time’s up. We need to wake up.

“Do you need more time with my wife, Suna? Just tell me if you need so. I’ll be waiting in the lobby if you do.”

Suna waved his hands in the air. Slapping his hands on your shoulders, he gently pushed you in the direction of your husband. Kita was more than elated to have you back in his arms again, his arm snaking its way around your waist before he kissed the top of your head. Meanwhile, Suna watched with a contented smile. “No, it’s okay. I don’t want to keep you two lovebirds away any longer for your honeymoon. Thanks for taking the time to take her here for our reunion, Shinsuke, and for giving me one last dance with my best friend. I really missed her a lot, but I hope you don't think I'm stealing her from you.”

“I never saw it that way, Rintaro,” your husband grinned down at you, “Are you ready for our flight, love? We might have to extend our honeymoon a little bit longer.”

Feeling Suna boring holes at your frame, you patted Kita’s chest. “Yeah. I’ll be there soon,” you told him, and he understood your unspoken words clearly. Kita walked back to the car, leaving you alone for your last moments with the first boy you’d ever loved. Waving at him, a peaceful silence settled its way to your heart. “Seems like fate did its job right, Rintaro. I told you I’d find my way back to you again.”

“As friends?” you laughed at his joke. The car doors were halfway open as you got ready to get inside, your soul now serendipitous when your bones no longer ached for the one thing you couldn’t have.

“As friends.”

You lived no fairytale. But that childish dream remained within you, that hopeful little voice reaching for the stars and wishing for a prince. What you and Suna had was neither a fairytale nor was he your prince, but he was real. And that was all he needed to be.

author’s note : i’m going to need a mental break after this series sobs

and a massive thank you to everyone who read this story <33 !!

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“So can someone please explain to me again why we are at here?” Atsumu whined from the small table that sat in the middle of the woods. “Because coach wanted us to have proper bonding time and what better way than in the woods,” replied Akagi with a smile. Yes, we were all here for the weekend for some ‘bonding time’ with one another. And also a chance for the boys to clear their heads from volleyball. They’ve been practicing nonstop the past few weeks so now it’s time for some relaxation. 

“And ‘Tsumu, instead of being a lazy ass, get yer ass over here and help unpack,” hollered ‘Samu from the car they took. ‘Tsumu growled under his breath, “who ya calling a lazy ass you pig?” He got up from the bench and marched his way to the grey headed twin. They soon began to bicker to one another, the whole team was ignoring them except Ginjima as he tried to get them to stop before Kita said anything.

You let out a small giggle at the two, always amused when they argued. “They’re so annoying,” mumbled Suna as he leaned on you from behind. Resting his chin to the top of your head and his hands resting on your waist. “They can be but its funny,” you reply with a smile. Turning to face your boyfriend of 7 months, “and why aren’t you helping?” 

He simply shrugged his shoulder, “too bothersome. I just want to lay down.” You set the bag that was in your hand to the ground, “well you will just have to do it you big baby. The sooner you do, the sooner you can lay down,”

You turn and go to help unpack the rest as his arms wrapped around you again and pulled you towards him. Chuckling softly as he did so. Turning you head to look at him and went to ask what he wanted, he leaned down and connected your lips together.

You gasp softly, shocked by the sudden kiss but softly returning it. It wasn’t too often Suna was affectionate like this so you soaked up any affection like this when you can. They were always so passionate, blissful, and overall...perfect. No matter how short or long they were, they always left a bubbly feeling in your chest. It showed the love he had for you, for only you.

The kiss continued for a while before you heard a loud holler and a bang noise. Pulling back from the kiss and turning to the twins, who were glaring at one another, with a cooler sprawled across the ground along with pieces for a tent. “How the hell do ya break a metal rod?” Asked an angered ‘Samu while shooting daggers at the twin. “What do you mean? Yer the one who broke it!” They continued to yell loudly at each other till they stopped. Feeling a stare at them, besides the one the whole team gaze, it was much more....scary feeling. The turn and see Kita standing with his arms crossed over his chest. Oh boy.

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Once everything was finally set up and ready, night had finally fallen. The third years gathered to make a fire and before we knew it, we were all sitting around the pit they built. Everyone sitting on either a log or a blanket, which is what you and Suna sat on. Suna leaned up against a tree that was close to the fire while you sat between his legs and leaning to his chest while playing with his fingers some.

Crackling sounds from the fire and chatter among the players filled the air as the mooned shine brightly throughout the woods. Conversations on volleyball was being talking about between everyone as they talked about techniques and strategies.  “G-Guys, shouldn’t we be talking about something other than volleyball? I mean that’s kinda the whole point of the trip...” mumbled Riseki as he looked around at the group. 

Kita nodded his head, “yes you are right. Alright so, what could we talk about other than volleyball?” Silence came from everyone as they looked at one another as nobody knew what to say. “I-uh, tried a new recipe for onigiri,” mumbled Osamu. “Nobody wants to hear yer shit ‘Samu,” yelled out Atsumu. “Then you come up with something idiot,” Osamu yells back.

You let out a sigh while leaning your head back. You look up to Suna who wore his usual bored expression. He turned to you as he felt your eyes on him, and you give him a smile. “What’re you smilin about?” He mumbled as he moved his hands to fully wrap around your stomach. “I’m just happy is all,” you admit happily. He gave a small smile in response while leaning down to give you a kiss on your lips. “I’m pretty happy too,” he said softly. 

You move your body to wrap his arms around wrap your arms around his waist and burry your head into his chest. He tightened his grip around you and hold you close The sounds of the twins bickering, soft talking, and the crackling fire eased you into a sense of comfort. Smiling softly as the moment marks as one of your favorites. It will definitely be a great weekend.

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