“How on earth do you know I’m here? Stalking much?” You shifted your gaze from him to the glass window, observing the falling raindrops. Maybe your date didn’t show up because of the rain. Or maybe he just backed out at the last minute and forgot to tell you. Or maybe his car broke down on the way here and his phone died–

Not like you care anyway. Probably just like how he doesn’t care about the date he was supposed to show up to hours ago. And to make things worse, the first person on your list of people that infuriate me to no end that I absolutely give no shit about shows up instead. Like it was meant to make things any better. If anything, things were the opposite for you and not for Suna. He sure looked like he was having the time of his life making fun of you. 

“You do know that your date is my cousin right?” That immediately catches your attention, eyes widening and your mouth left opening. As if things couldn’t get any better, you find yourself jumping out of the frying pan into the fire. 

“With that stupid look on your face right now, I find it reasonable as to why any of your dates wouldn’t even bother showing up.” Stupid Suna and his stupid fucking remarks. 

“You did this, didn't you? You tattled about me to him about things that aren’t true just like how you spread rumours about me in school. Can’t you leave whatever personal vendetta you have against me out of my social life? Learn to fix that attitude of yours and then maybe you’ll know why you don’t get girls.” 

“Correction. Half true. And be glad I’m not the one that started the rumours. I don’t have a personal vendetta over you by the way, that sounds like a you problem. And why should I get girls when watching you suffer is my main source of entertainment?” You receive a kick under the table from him.  

“That’s not even the bare minimum of what someone of good human decency would do but thank you for being self-aware I guess?” 

From the corner of your eye you cannot really tell what other downfalls he’s praying on you but after throwing you a quick glance, he gets up and you hope he doesn’t come back. 

A few minutes later he comes back. And what you don’t expect is for dinner to be served. 

–

6

“What even is that?” Suna doesn’t even bother to hide the disgust on his face. 

“Sylvanian Families. Why ask if you’re not gonna play with me?” Sitting on the floor, you look up at Suna who’s standing by your doorway. 

“Just because I don’t wanna play doesn’t mean I can’t ask.”

“Oops. Forgot that you’re dumb. It’s okay if your curiosity got the best of you.” You go back to arranging the miniature figures. A ball just so happened to be resting near his feet. Now or never, he thinks. The ball crashes into your beautifully arranged figures all thanks to Suna. You began blubbering until your mom and Suna’s came to check on you only to find Suna being the ever goody two-shoes he is consoling you. What a b word.

–

12

“What’re you reading?” You don't bother sparing a glance at him as he enters your bedroom and flops on your bed. 

“None of your business. Get out of my room.” Your eyes remain glued to the book in your hand. 

“What’s with the mood, missy? I didn’t even do anything.”

“Other than breathing and existing, you annoy the hell out of me.” 

“Gimme that book.” He reaches for it by you slap his hand away on time. 

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Why should I?”

“Why shouldn’t you?”

“Get away from me. You have so many other people to bother and why would you choose me?” 

“Why wouldn’t I choose you?” He makes a grab for your book and flips through the pages. 

“Suna! Give it back!” You try prying the book away from him by pulling his arms but he’s already caught sight of the content of a few pages of the book. 

“No can do. Ooh, y/n’s reading romance. You wanna be in love so badly huh. Fortunately nobody would ever feel the same way about you. So stop being delusional.”

“Shut up and get off of me!” He wouldn’t get up from laying atop your body so pushing him off the bed was the only choice. The only bad thing you weren’t expecting is falling on top of him. 

Has his eyes always been this colour? You never really knew what the colour of his eyes were now that your face was centimetres away from his. 

“Huh.” His scoff pulled you out of whatever daze you were in before you ran out of your bedroom with your book clutched in your arm. Suna wondered whether it was the summer heat or you that made his cheeks grow warm.  

–

15

“Thanks. You going home alone?” Suna accepts the drink you claimed to have ‘accidentally gotten due to pressing the wrong button on the vending machine and had no idea who to give it to and what a coincidence the only person you know who so happens to like this drink is none other than you’. 

“You’re not welcome. Why does it matter to you if I’m going home alone? You don’t seem to care about me anyway so why ask?” Just as you turn around to walk away from him, you feel a gentle grip on your wrist. 

“I’m not telling you whether you can or cannot go home alone. You’re going home with me after practice. No questions.” He drags you into the gym and makes you sit down on the bleachers despite you being reluctant and throwing a tantrum in front of his teammates. 

“What was that about? Being all buddy-buddy with y/n now huh.” Atsumu bumps into Suna’s shoulder with a smug expression on his face. 

“Fuck off.”

“I will. Only if you give me her number.” 

“What do you even need it for?”

“Talk to her. Date her. Marry her.”

“All the more reason to not give you her number.”

“Why can I not talk to her? It’s not as if you’re her boyfriend or anything, right? I mean, you two literally hate each other's guts for God knows how long so there’s no way–” Atsumu looks at Suna who’s looking at you and then he looks at you. And he looks back to Suna.

“Damn. Who would’ve thought I’d be involved in a love triangle?” Atsumu slaps his friend in the back and a red-faced Suna shoves him off before walking away.

–

There was never really a concrete reason as to why you grew up loathing Suna. He grew up tormenting you so why not respond in kind. 

“What’s the real reason you’re here?” You blow off the steam from your ramen before taking a bite out of it only to end up gasping from the burn on your tongue. Suna bites back a chuckle and shoves his drink your way. 

“You really wanna know the truth?” 

“Why would I not?”

“Fine then. Just promise me one thing.” He holds out a pinky finger. 

“You’re seventeen and you’re still going around making pinky promises?” Nonetheless, you curl your pinky finger on his. 

“Just don’t run away after what I’m about to say.” 

“You’re making it sound like you’re plotting something dangerous but okay.” You pull your finger away and lean against the seat as you sip your Suna’s drink. 

“Well, let’s just say my cousin kind of sort of not really somehow unintentionally got our phones switched up and he thought he was asking his crush out who unexpectedly had the same name as you and I know that’s fucking crazy but he’s embarrassed and told me to go in his stead because he knew how much I li–” He hoped that you didn’t catch on to what he was about to say after realising he had said so much in a minute without getting a response out of you.

“Hey. Don’t let it get to your head. I’m just here because my cousin feels bad okay, not–” 

Out of all the reactions he thought he would get out of you, you laugh. 

“If you wanted to go on a date with me so badly, all you had to do was ask.”

“I am many things, but I’m not a desperate person.” 

“Mhm. I like how obsessed with me you are. Makes me feel like the most important person in the world.” You smile.

“Sweetheart, just how much have you had to drink tonight?” When Suna gently pushes your hair away from your face (definitely not a result of pushing people out of the dance floor and claiming it to yourself earlier), that catches your attention. You’re quick to slap his hand away and you remain on his lap with your shoulder in the crook of his neck. 

“Enough that the embarrassment from dancing like a dimwit is starting to kick in.”

“I’d say you’re a natural.” 

“Shut up.”

“Why’d you come here alone? You could’ve called me and I’d pick you up.”

“Bold of you to assume I’d even have your number saved on my phone.”

“You’re not answering the question.”

“Why should I?” Your eyes start drooping and he doesn’t want you to fall asleep just yet. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to be able to see you drunk out of your mind and the fun has yet to begin. 

“Let me guess. Your boyfriend broke up with you?”

“Huh. It truly fascinates me how smart you can be sometimes.”

“What’d he do this time?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I just do.” 

Suna loves it. He loves the feeling of your cheek on the side of his neck. He loves the feeling of you tracing unidentifiable shapes on his arm. He loves it when your physical affection is rolling your eyes at him and punching him in the arm at his witty remarks. He loves it when your words of affirmation would be coming across your tweets, most of them regarding a guy who seemingly needs to get off his high horse, on his timeline despite knowing that you blocked him on Twitter the last time he checked. He loves it when your quality time with him consists of you and him frittering away time by arguing about the most insignificant and trivial matters during lectures and without fail, getting kicked out by the professors. He loves it when the gift he receives from you is the absolute hatred you have for him. He loves it when your act of service is you calling him Rin and when he gives you that look with a lovesick smile, you kick him in the shin and run away. He loves how expressive you can be when it comes to conveying love. 

“Rin.” 

Did he also mention how much he loves it when you call him Rin? 

“Yeah?” 

“Why’d you take the last piece of brownie during that sleepover?” 

“It happened once!”

“So you’re saying it’s possible for it to happen again?”

“Don’t tell me you’re upset about that.” As petty as you can be, he doesn’t mind it one bit. 

“I was 12! Of course I’d be upset. Or did you forget that you looked at me before running away with that piece of brownie and ended up dropping it on the floor? I hate you.”

“Fine. Continue to act like you hate me.” 

“I do hate you. Wholeheartedly.”

“Lying doesn’t suit you, sweetheart.” 

Suna shoots you a lopsided grin that makes you internally fold. But then you give him a look most sane people would say inscrutable, Suna thinks it’s love. 

Do you know how irresistibly charming your eyes are? 

“Our kids can have them if you want.” At that his face instantly reddens and his skin grows hot. Are his thoughts that loud? Maybe he should take your advice and learn to hold his tongue sometimes. 

Your snore pulls him out of the daze. 

“I know you’re not asleep! You can’t just say that and pretend to fall asleep!” 

“No shit, man. This is the world getting back at you for being a coward. It’s what you deserve for running your mouth non-stop about Y/N and not doing anything about it.” If Oikawa wasn’t busy panicking over the flowers he was choosing to give you as part of his confession of his undying love for you while making an effort to make out the conversation you’re having with the florist (who he no doubt has now taken a liking to you. I mean, who wouldn’t. If only you knew how unworthy of said florist is to you.), he thinks what Iwaizumi said might just be true. 

“Shut up, Iwa. After everything I’ve done as your best friend–” 

“Everything as in not being able to shut your mouth for even a second? Yeah, thanks a lot.” Oikawa can already picture the eyeroll he would get from Iwaizumi. 

“Sorry, can’t help being an entertaining conversationalist. Also, you haven’t replied to my poll on Twitter. Should I go for roses or carnations? Last I checked, it’s a tie. So why not lend your best friend a hand by vot–” 

He catches sight of the one and only bouquet of stargazer lilies in your hands that he initially had his eyes on. 

“Hey, Oikawa! Are you even listening to what–” Before Iwaizumi could even finish what he’s got to say, Oikawa ends the call and makes his way to you only to grab the bouquet away from you. 

“What do you think you’re doing! Give it back. Oh, it’s you. What are you doing here, Tooru?” He hates it. He hates how perfectly his name rolls off your tongue. He hates how he can’t get enough of it. If the only thing you’d be able to say is his name, so be it. 

“I . . . um, I actually had my eyes on these for a while. I was going to get something different but I’ve changed my mind.” 

“Oh. What’s it for?” 

“Nothing important.” 

“All the more reason for me to get it instead.” You cross your arms and anticipate for him to let the cat out of the bag by the way his face pinkens. Oikawa was not one to be discreet about anything. 

“No! Just because I want them doesn’t mean I necessarily owe you an explanation as to why I want them.” He looks away and pulls out his wallet. 

“You can’t just simply show up out of nowhere and grab something from someone and not expect them to question you. What if I were a stranger?”

“But you’re not a stranger.”

“What difference does it make? I don’t go around taking your stuff away from you so why would you do it to me?”

“You really can't tell, can you?" Oikawa says.

 "Fine. I’m only saying this once. I'm embarrassed by my feelings for you. I'm so dumb for keeping them alive. I love you. There. You heard it. Happy now?" If only you could see the look on your face right now. 

“I'm not sure how long I can go on without driving myself insane with all this love for you. Please just . . .  just do with this confession what you will and set me free." Oikawa accepts the change before shoving the bouquet of flowers in your hand and dashes out of the flower shop. 

“Hey, Tooru! Wait!” He continues speed walking. 

“If you refuse to listen, fine by me. I genuinely admittedly absolutely truly really don’t know why my brain just goes blank when I look at you. I think I'm going a little crazy.” Thankfully, that makes him stop. He turns to look at you and he wishes he didn’t because he doesn’t like the heat rising to his face. 

“This isn’t easy for me. I’ve never . . . You matter to me. And I know you deserve way better than someone like me–” You’re cut off when you feel his hands cupped around your face. 

“I deserve you. All of you, I want it.”

–

“Someone left it on the way out. Not sure who he was exactly. Claimed to be Y/N’s honey bunny love of her life sweet cheeks pookie bear–”

Of course he would. 

“I think I know who it is. Thank you.” 

With the bouquet of stargazer lilies came along a ton of gifts. Though one thing that stuck out to you most was the letter attached to the bouquet of flowers.