Suna has never had a favorite color. But the way you looked so excited and all smiley when you guessed ‘yellow,’ it made his heart flutter and he couldn’t help but say you were correct. It just slipped out of his lips suddenly.

“Yeah, you got it right.” He blurts, nodding. He curses mentally, knowing that he doesn’t have a favorite color, he really doesn’t. But yellow… it might just stick.

The two of you currently sat next to each other at a restaurant surrounded by Inarizaki volleyball boys. Rintarou had invited you for dinner with the volleyball team after a successful practice match with an away team. Despite not being in the team officially, everyone was familiar with you as ‘Sunarins little friend.’ A silly title, but it wasn’t like you knew of it.

Everything around him was tuned out as he picks up a bit of rice onto his chopstick, bringing it closer to his mouth and chewing on it softly, fox eyes still on you. It bothered him how his heart thumped louder in his chest, hearing it in his ears as you celebrate to yourself. As he thinks about it, Suna can’t help but see yellow a little differently, finding a little piece of you in it.