Suna wasn't one for the big, flashy moments in life.

Whether it be the cliche moments, like experiencing his first day of high-school, or obtaining his driver's license, or being scouted for Hyogo and going to Nationals with Inarizaki, he found that he could care less about all of that. Naturally, they were significant moments, but he thought he'd be just fine if one day he woke up and simply just forgot about all of them. The middle blocker had never viewed life with sentimentalism-- his team's entire motto was "We don't need memories," after all.

However, Suna found that if he were to lose all his memories, if he did to have to let go of any points in his life-- he prayed that he didn't lose all the ones with you.

With you, all that sentimental, cheesy shit did matter. The big moments, the tiny ones, the insignificant, fleeting tidbits that most people would simply just forget about. Suna held onto each moment with you like a drowning man holding on for air. Each second that passed with you next to him engraved deep into his brain, his heart, his soul. Was it corny? ...Maybe. Suna didn't typically like corny antics; but he did like you, so to hell with everything else.

Suna's favorite junctures with you were ones similar to now: the two of you awake at the world's most ungodly hours, posted up at your favorite convenience store near Suna's house. You and Suna had been having a sleepover, and in the middle of a movie, the laid-back blocker had announced he wanted some Chuupa Chups. Before you knew it, you were being dragged down the street and into the shop. You both looked a mess, random hoodies thrown on atop your pajamas and mismatching slides adorning your feet. But that added to the charm of the moment, and Suna was a sucker for it.

"Your hair's all messed up," Suna drawled with a sneer, shoving a soda and some chips in your mini shopping cart. "If you eat a sour chuupet, it'll stick up like static."