Rinatarou has grown into the routine habit of walking you home after his volleyball practice, no matter the distance it was from his own. And you have gotten used to waiting for him by the gym bleachers, no matter how long it took.

Even your parents have grown familiar with his face, sometimes even invites him inside for some freshly cut up fruit that they had just bought from the market.

Today, though, the atmosphere was different.

Today, you were going to tell your crush, the one that you had been pinning since your first year, about your feelings. Suna wasn’t surprised that the guy turned you down, in fact, he was a little relieved, as selfish as it is.

Sly fox eyes slide down to look at you, a frown appearing as he notices that your lips are unusually shut and your head hangs down low to stare at the pavement as the two of you walk. He feels a little guilty; you deserve nothing but the best, after all.

“… He looked like an asshole anyway.” Rintarou deadpans and breaks the silence, looking back up at the horizon. His hands became slightly clammy in his hoodie pocket, feeling as if his words were slipped out wrong.

“I think that if the Miyas found out you confessed to that guy, they’ll never let it go.” Suna mentions the Miya twins Atsumu and Osamu, trying to get a laugh out of you. The twins always made you giggle, even if it’s by a little bit.