You had your own apartment, and you loved decorating it with anything you found pretty or cool looking. It was like your own little safe space, like any home should be.

You were trying to figure out what exactly you wanted to make yourself for food today, when there was a knock on your door. It was already evening but honestly, you really weren't surprised since you knew exactly who it was.

Suna was over at your apartment so often. It was like a chill space he liked hanging out at. You weren't loud and you never really complained about him being over regularly, so at this point it was like his main hang out spot.

Sure enough, when you open the door, he was stood there one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone. His head snaps up to look at you once you open it.

“Hey.... are you making food?„