𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘳. 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘺

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

*sunday evening, around 6pm*

sunarin:
i got it
i'll call u shrimpy

it took you a whole day to
think of shrimpy?
lame

sunarin:
hey i'm trying my best
small fry

now you're just naming
off food

sunarin:
okay... peanut🤢

ew i hate that
never call me that

sunarin:
lmao same
it physically hurt my body
to even send that text

good i'm glad it did

sunarin:
wow
you're so short tempered

this is a hate crime

sunarin:
how?

i-
because i am a woman

sunarin:
lmao okay shrimpy
i gtg
bye shorty

bye sunaaa
:3

i think that went well. as cute as he is, suna is quite dry when it comes to texting. hopefully he's only like this because this is the first time we've ever talked. though, it's still too soon to catch feelings. i just find him attractive, and i don't think he likes me back or could even like me back, so i shouldn't get my hopes up.

suna's pov:

i put down my phone after texting with y/n. i was currently with atsumu and osamu. we were outside for an evening jog, upon atsumu's request. it was whatever, better than staying home doing nothing, right?

atsumu and osamu were arguing over their sibling things, while i was thinking about my conversation with y/n. hm, she's from nekoma, huh. why do i remember someone mentioning going there recently?

"so suna, you have a little fangirl?" atsumu mentions.

"i guess so," i respond.

"what do you think of her?" he asks.

"y/n? i don't really have much of an opinion on her. but based on our texts, i don't think she's really my type."

my statement catches osamu's attention, which makes him question me "you have a type?"

"yes? i think i do at least," i answer.

"what do you mean she's not your type? she likes to bully and tease people as much as you do." atsumu tells me.

"i guess..."

"bro, at least give y/n a chance! you're a second year, and you still haven't had a girlfriend!"

"and that's my choice. i don't think i'm really one to fall in love."

"how lame." atsumu responds as he rolls his eyes at me.

back to y/n's pov: