Suna patted your head all the way to your back while you’re crying your heart out. His sleeves is getting wet but he kept smiling while doing so. A genuine, warm, small smile.

“See, I told you he’s not good for you.” Suna hummed as he pulled you closer, not caring if his jersey gets covered in snots.

Oh how long Suna has been waiting for this moment.. For you to break up with that soccer player next school.