"Want some granola?" Suna asks, totally unsympathetic to your blubbering form sitting on the stairs between the fourth and fifth floor in front of him.
"Rinā¦I'm literallyā¦" you groan, tired of it all. A few tears are swiped from your moist cheeks as you shudder and attempt to even out your voice. "No, Rintaro. I don't want any damn granola. I want my boyfriend back! How the hell can he just break up with me like that, over text of all freakin' things?! He'sā¦heā¦he's aā¦"
"A dunce face," Suna completes for you.
"Yeah! A dunce face! I mean, why would he do that? How can he do that? We were fine last week!"
"Humans are fickle creatures," he muses.
"Yeah? Ha. Well then it's official. I hate humans- oh, except for you of course," you quickly say to your best friend. "But thatā¦dunce face, and our physics professor, and the lady at the store who didn't give me proper change- I hate them!"
"Mm, I'm not a human actually," he says around a mouthful, noting the flavor profile between the oats andā¦nutmeg? Mhm, nutmeg. They totally put nutmeg in it. "I'm a genie."
"Oh, really?" You raise an eyebrow.
"Yup. I'm not fickle at all. In fact, I've had the fattest crush on you for the last few years and never wavered. Even when your face looks like that. I probably love you by now or whatever. Don't know what's wrong with your boy toy," Suna shrugs as if he didn't just confess to you and smacks his lips. "Anyways, Atsumu is waiting for me on the quad. I was supposed to be there half an hour ago but a pesky human kept me back."
Suna drops the mostly finished bag of granola on your lap, only containing the little bits and pieces you liked, and plants a big kiss on you, right on your snotty and bitten lips. "Later, dude."