suna drabble
authors note: inspired by when i asked my mom whether couples who sat apart on the bus didn't love each other anymore
wc: 673
Rintarou was sulking again. That was the only word to describe what the silver eyed man was doing. His arms were crossed, and he was petulantly looking out his window. The reason why he was in this state of distress, of suffering, was all because of your cruelty. (it wasn’t.) The cause for his pain at that moment was because the night before, you had had a huge fight. During the fight, he hadn’t remembered what exactly he had said, but it must have been bad because you had been distant the whole day. He had woken up with your back facing him, and when he reached out to cuddle you, to hold you in his arms, you had twisted away, leaving him in a foul mood the entire day at the rejection. He was unable to focus during his entire practice, and he had even been benched during their practice match. Damn you, for occupying his mind the entire day. You were sitting all pretty at the window opposite his seat, and you hadn’t even spared him a glance once, despite his eyes being glued to your figure the whole time. He ached to feel you against him, to have you in his lap all soft and warm. You were so heartless. He couldn’t help it, and moved to the seat beside you on the bus. You turned away from him, but a soft “What do you want, Suna?” escaped your lips. He took that as a good sight, and holding your hand (which you promptly pulled out of his hand) he murmured, “Why are you ignoring me, pretty? You know only couples that don’t love each other sit apart on the bus,” “Do you love me though?” You shot back. This situation was clearly more complicated than he’d anticipated. He peered at you from over your shoulder. “Of course, I love you. Why would you ever think otherwise?”
“Sure didn’t seem like it yesterday when you told me to fuck off and called me clingy and insecure.” you determinedly stared out the window, stubbornly refusing to meet his gaze. His eyes widened in shock. He did recall yesterday that he was particularly exhausted after work, and the humidity only did more to fuel his irritation. Arriving home, he wanted nothing more than to fall on his bed and pass out perhaps forever, ideally with you in his embrace. However, as soon as he got home you had been angry as well, holding up your phone and saying something he couldn’t make out in his exhaustion. The next thing he had remembered was saying something and the lack of your voice, and then falling asleep peacefully to silence. If he had been awake at that moment, he would’ve heard the sound of the bathroom door locking and your stifled sobs behind the door. He firmly turned your shoulders around and gently redirected you to his side. You all too softly burrowed into his side, Rintarou’s chest constricting from how fragile you looked. As your tears wet his shirt, he gently ran his fingers through your hair, at a loss for words. He had promised when he became your boyfriend, to hold your heart with the utmost care considering your cynical view towards relationships. He had broken that promise in the worst way and guilt weighed heavily on his heart. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, after a long silence. “I was exhausted yesterday and I didn’t know I was doing-“ he desperately held on to you as you made to turn away, “A-and I know that isn’t an excuse but that’s what happened, and I take full accountability for it. I’m sorry I hurt you, princess. Please don’t be mad at me,” he begged. He heard you sigh, and he looked down to you clinging onto his shirt, half of his shirt soaked in your pain. You gave your acknowledgement of his apology, and soon fell asleep on his shoulder. He watched you slumber away fondly, promising himself to never allow you to hurt again.
