SIX FEET APART ༝ SUNA

♯ the simplest way

"...okay."

"just make sure to do that
before you go to bed."

suna rintarou
"it's good that you care."

suna rintarou
"i was expecting for you to tell
me to jump off a roof and die."

"fuck off."

"i hate you."

you rolled your eyes, walking into
your bathroom and turning on the
light.

suna rintarou
"annddd there she is."

"whatever, shut up."

you set your phone
down in front of you, making
sure suna can fully see you
in the frame.

"so, what do you want?"

"why'd you call?"

suna does the same as you, walking
into his bathroom and turning on the lights
before setting his phone down
straight down before looking at you.

he raised a brow, leaning in close
as a smile shaped his face.

suna rintarou
"do i really need a reason to call you?"

suna rintarou
"we're friends now, i can call you
whenever i want because i just wanna
see you."

suna rintarou
"you obviously like seeing my face too
since you always answer."

"...no, i actually hate your face."

you look away from the camera,
growing frustrated as you can feel
your ears and cheeks becoming
heated.

suna rintarou
"sure you do."

you sigh, deciding to ignore
his commentary.

"anyway, i'm about to start
my skincare routine so—"

suna rintarou
"oh, wait."

suna rintarou
"you know that night you
stayed over to fix up osamu?"

you nodded.

"yeah."

suna rintarou
"remember when i caught you
doing your routine and i asked you
what stuff i should get?"

"sure."

suna rintarou
"i bought them, so
let's do it together."

you raised a brow in
slight surprise but also
smiled.

"really?"

suna rintarou
"yep."

suna rintarou
"so hurry up and get your stuff out."