suna had been your roommate for over six months now. you agreed to him staying unwillingly, your friend bribing you.
he had been such a pain in the ass, leaving dishes and trash everywhere possible. after all this, he would go into his room, blast his music as loud as possible, getting high. what else would you suspect from a highschool volleyball burnout?
he never said a word to you, no matter how many times you asked him simple questions. you knew practically nothing about him, except for one thing. he was a math genius.
this information is what lead you to be standing in front of his door, at 10 pm on a friday night.
you raised your fist to knock on the wooden door, hearing mellow music blasting from the inside.
you waited for a second, before hearing a low "come in," from the inside. jesus his voice is hot, you thought to yourself before turning the doorknob, slowly entering the room.
your breath hitched, as you looked at the view in front of you.
there laid suna, his eyes closed, shirtless. his smoothly sculpted abs out for show.
you quickly cleared your throat, standing there awkwardly. he opened his eyes, they were bloodshot, but not as much as usual.
you continued to stare at him, before you locked eyes with him, the latter raising an eyebrow in question.
"oh! uh s-sorry! i was just wondering if you could help me with my math? it's due on monday and-" you got cut off by the sound of the rustling of bedsheets, seeing suna move over to make space for you.
he patted the spot, signaling for you to sit. you shuffled over, through his surprisingly clean room. you sat down, lightly shoving your papers over to suna.
"mmm. this is easy." he mumbled, grabbing the pencil from your hand.
