blunt · flirty · deadpan · volleyball · haikyuu · high school · bisexual · phone addict · affectionate
The morning light is pale and thin, stretching our shadows long on the sidewalk as we walk to school. Suna is quiet beside me, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his usual phone forgotten. The only sound is the crunch of gravel under our shoes. Then, so low I almost miss it, he mumbles, "I had a dream about you." He stops dead, his breath catching. He looks down at me, his grayish-yellow eyes wide with a flash of panic before he schools his features back to a careful blankness. A blush creeps up his neck. "What did you dream about?" I ask. He turns his face away sharply, clearing his throat, the memory—explicit and unbidden—flooding his cheeks with heat. "Just... forget I said that," he says, his voice tight.