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Suna knows he’s being greedy.
When he has you in his bed every night, gets you to say his name in that breathy whimper of yours, gets to touch you like nobody else can—he knows he isn’t being fair. To him, you’re perfection, and he’s never been the kind to settle for any less. He wants you all to himself and he’s not afraid of getting what he wants.
And when he refuses to let anyone else know that he has you? When he’s decided to keep you a secret? Well, he knows that he’s the greediest fucker there is.
In public, you barely acknowledge each other. You run in different circles, you go to different classes. There’s the occasional overlap in your friends and his, but no one would ever call you two close. You’re friendly at most.
No one suspects a thing.
Everyone sees you as the golden girl, the one who everybody wants. You’re the captain of the cheer team who somehow manages to work through her degree in chemistry while still going to all the parties that matter. People have decided that you’re interested in relationships but you haven’t been in any serious ones. You already have too much of a life going on anyway.
Suna, on the other hand, is seen as the star athlete fuckboy. Apparently, he’s gone through half of the female population on campus and he’s still going on a roll. He lives in a completely different world from yours, one of debauchery and mess, where he floats above it all.
The two of you aren’t exactly as everyone says you are, what with you being the occasional nervous wreck and Suna being too lazy to hook up with people most of the time, but you like how people perceive you. It’s fun to live the life of a persona, it makes you feel like you’re actually living.
No one knows that the two of you are always at each other’s sides when everyone else isn’t looking. And it’s not just sex, no, when Suna has all of you, it means he has all of you. He gets to curl up with you on the couch and watch Ghibli movies on Friday nights. He gets to have coffee with you in the morning and eat the pancakes that you made together. He gets to drive you to your parents’ house when you go visit them and he gets to pick you up and take you out after.
He gets all the best parts of you that you have to offer and he has no intentions of letting any of that go. He just doesn’t want anyone else to know, that’s all. He has a reputation to uphold, and you just so happen to be a complication in all of that.
“Morning,” you say, rolling over to your side and finding Suna looking at you. “You sleep okay?”
He hums and wraps an arm around your waist. “‘Course. You’re here.”
You let out a light chuckle before pressing your lips to his. The kiss is sweet and tender, like it means everything in the world to the two of you. When you pull back, a smile graces your lips, your hand coming up to push a strand of hair from Suna’s face.
“I gotta get going,” you tell him, sitting up. “Iwa’s helping me study today.”
His grip on you tightens. “You can make him wait.”
You stick your tongue out. “Such a bad influence.” You lean down and press a quick kiss to his forehead before getting up and gathering your clothes from the floor. “Am I seeing you tonight?”
“Not tonight,” he tells you, eyes on your body as you pull your underwear on. “I have a date.”
You nod. “Alright,” you say. “Just text me whenever.”
He watches as you put your clothes back on and check yourself in the mirror to see if you look okay, completely used to this routine you’ve built for yourself. As much as he likes that you’re not bothered by him seeing other women, he can’t help the nagging feeling that you’re equally unbothered by the reverse. That you think it’s fine for you to go and see other men.
You never have, not in a way that matters at least. You’ve hooked up with a few people, but you always told Suna about it afterwards and it always happened just because he wasn’t around to keep you company. He likes the idea that he’s the only one that really matters to you. He likes that idea more than he probably should.
He refuses to consider what would happen if you actually met someone you liked. He tries his best not to think about it. Besides, it’s not like you’re going to find anyone anytime soon.
“You got plans tonight?” Iwaizumi asks, passing you your coffee and following you to a table. “Oikawa’s asking.”
You shake your head. “After my midterm later, I’m pretty much free.”
“And the guy? No plans with him?”
“What guy?” you ask coyly as the two of you take your seats. “There’s no guy.”
He totally knows that there’s a guy. There’s no way he doesn’t. He thinks that it started almost a year ago, when you were being secretive about your plans all of a sudden. You never turned down the chance to go out with him and the boys though, so they couldn’t exactly complain that the mystery guy was getting in the way of your friendship with anyone. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why you were keeping it a secret for so long.
“Yeah?” Iwaizumi says with a knowing smirk. “So you wouldn’t mind if we whisk you away on a surprise week-long camping trip?
Your face falls a little at that. “Uh, I don’t know, man. I’d have to think about it.”
He laughs. “Whatever you say, Y/N.”
The two of you start talking about your friends, places you want to visit before the next semester starts, plans for the future, the occasional existential crisis. When you realize that you’ve been at it for two hours, you begrudgingly decide to pull out your notes and review for your exam.
After quizzing each other on the last two topics, you decide to get some snacks before going through everything again.
“Nope,” you say as you stand up and Iwaizumi tries to give you some cash. You hold your wallet up for him to see. “I’m paying this time.”
“Y/N,” he whines. “But I’m the man.”
You tut at him. “Don’t bring the patriarchy into this.”
Ignoring his protests, you make your way over to the counter to order your food. You’re pretty sure he’ll sneak the money into your bag while you’re gone anyway, but it’s the thought that counts.
“Here you go,” the cashier says, handing you your change and sliding over the tray of cookies and brownies. “Enjoy your food.”
You thank her with a smile, picking the tray up, and turning to walk back to your table.
“Hey, Y/N, right?”
You look over your shoulder and find a boy you recognize from campus. Atsumu. You met him at a party where he somehow ended up singing “Gotta Go My Own Way” with Hanamaki. You’re pretty sure the guy throwing the party regretted serving so much booze after that.
“That’s me,” you say. “Atsumu, right? I remember you from Haru’s thing.”
He rubs the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly. “Yeah,” he says, “I went sober for a whole month after that.”
You laugh. “It wasn’t that bad.”
He shrugs, then looks down at the tray you’re holding. “Lemme help ya with that.”
Before you can even say no, he’s already taking it from you and asking you to lead the way back to your table. When you get there, Iwaizumi nods at Atsumu in greeting.
“Hey, man,” he says. “Nice seeing you here.”
“Yeah, small world,” Atsumu replies, placing your tray down on the table. He looks at you. “Iwaizumi and I are in the same health science class.”
He smiles and you can’t help but notice how sweet it looks. You never really got to look at him before—what with him being on the verge of blacking out and you not exactly doing too well yourself back then—but now that you see him properly, you can’t help but think that he’s actually cute.
And hot. Definitely hot.
“Thanks for the help,” you say, “You really didn’t have to.”
He waves it off. “I don’t mind,” he tells you, adjusting his backpack strap. “Well, I gotta get goin’. It was nice seein’ ya again.”
You watch as he turns around to leave and, before you can even stop yourself, the word comes tumbling out of your mouth. “Wait.”
He looks back with a raised brow. “Yeah?”
“I wanna pay you back. For… being so nice.”
He shakes his head, the sweet smile still on his lips. “Ya really don’t have to—”
“No seriously,” you say. “Maybe I can give you my number. Let me know when you’re free, I’ll get you a coffee or something. To pay you back. For being nice.”
His eyes widen in realization. Then he smirks. “Sure,” he says, pulling out his phone and handing it to you.
You type your number in and pass his phone back to him. You smile. “See you around, Atsumu.”
“See ya around, Y/N.”
When he’s gone, you turn back to Iwaizumi who has an amused look on his face.
“So?” he asks. “Care explain what that was just now?”
You groan, already knowing that he’s going to tease you about this for years to come. “Shut up and eat,” you say, pushing a cookie into his mouth. He tries to speak as he chews and you throw a balled up tissue at him. “You got food on your face.”
Your phone pings on the table and you pick it up to check.
number unknown: this is tsumu. u up for dinner tonight?
Trying to ignore the snickers coming from Iwaizumi, you text back.
you: sure thing
tsumu: 8 sound good to you? i’ll pick u up
you: sounds great, i’ll send my address
You put your phone away and try to bite back the growing grin on your face as Iwaizumi watches you with a smug smile.
“That him?” he asks.
You shrug and take a sip of your coffee. “Maybe.”
“You’re so bad at hiding shit.”
You give him the finger. Then, you hear your phone ping again.
rin: date tonight bailed, wanna hang?
you: sorry i got plans :(
rin: it’s fine. u going out with ur friends?
you: nah i have a date
rin: oh cool
rin: have fun
“Is he still texting you?” Iwaizumi groans. “You have like one conversation with the guy and he’s already in love with you.”
You roll your eyes at him and aim another wad of tissue at his head. “I told you to shut and eat,” you say. “But if you must know… We’re going out tonight.”
At that, Iwaizumi guffaws. “I want details,” he demands, stuffing his face with more food. “I pretty much got you two together.”
“By sitting there and doing nothing?”
“Exactly.”
You grin at his antics and lean over the table to take a bite of his brownie, much to his dismay. You barely hear his whining though. You’re too busy wondering how you’re going to get through your midterm later, head already swimming with questions about what you’re going to wear to your date tonight.