“Take it off right now” Suna snapped sharp and direct as the clock hit half time and he came off court.

You were wearing another guys jersey- from the opposing team and you didn’t know why Suna was so bothered, you were enemies anyways.

“Take it off or I’ll do it for you. After the game.” He threatened, slamming his hand down on the top of the short wall that seperate the stands from the game, before returning back to the court giving shooting you a glare and then the opposition a death stare.

Suna was going to decimate the opposing team this game.