hello! i felt inclined to send in:
🌙, my aesthetic is apparently plain purple mixed with vaporwave and alt? i suck at the aesthetic game
hh me too... i do not have the Aesthetic Edge i am simply a gremlin
"you’ll like this,” suna says, with enough confidence to make you suspect.
you raise an eyebrow at him, glancing down at the rectangle in his hand. “a mixtape?”
“mhm.”
“i don’t own a player,” you say. you’ve kind of wanted one for a while, but you’ve never been willing to take the plunge and buy one. besides, cassettes seem like hassle.
“ah,” suna smirks, digging around in his bag for a moment. he pulls out a truly 90′s-style cassette player. “one step ahead of you.”
you bite back a smirk. “so you made it just for me, huh?”
perhaps you’re being a little cruel. you know suna likes you -- atsumu can’t keep his big fat mouth shut, after all -- and you know he’s trying to come up with excuses to talk to you.
perhaps it’s because you feel like he’s too proud to admit it. perhaps it’s because the chase itself is fun.
suna’s face changes imperceptibly; if he’s got one thing over you, it’s his poker face.
“bold of you to assume i’d put in the effort,” he sighs, tilting his head at you. his eyes are as piercing as usual.
“how do you even make one of these?” you ask, letting your fingers brush his as you take the cassette out of his hand.
suna taps the side of his nose with a sly smile. his cheeks might be a little more colourful than usual. you can’t quite tell.
you stick your tongue out at him. “so it’s a secret, hm?”
“can’t have just anyone making cassettes.”
“i could just look it up online, you know.”
“but wouldn’t you rather i showed you?”
a shift. was this him making a move?
“what, i come over to your house or something?”
“is that what you want?”
damn it. he’s always quicker than you give him credit for.
but you smile, propping your chin up on your cupped hand. “sure. i’m game.”
