The mirror's image Tells me it's home time But I'm not finished 'Cause you're not by my side

Suna saw you at the party. He felt his breath hitch and his vision zeroed on you. He was a man of few words, but God, he could never describe his feelings about you.

And as I arrived I thought I saw you leaving Carrying your shoes Decided that once again I was just dreaming Of bumping into you

So when he knew what he wanted; he was about to walk towards you — but for some goddamn reason, that meeting was always halted. As if he wasn't meant to be with you. Which made him furious. Suna Rintarou gets what he wants.

And he finally got you. But he was spiraling out of control, using substance to relax — calm down. Why was he suddenly acting like this? Was it because he fell first but you fell harder?

Now it's three in the morning and I'm trying to change your mind Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?" you yawned, rubbing your eyes as you slowly sat up.

Suna could only mutter a small, "Hi,"

Somewhere darker Talking the same shite

"I need a partner," he added, "well, are you out tonight?"

There was a long pause and it was making him feel more frustrated.

It's harder and harder to get you to listen More I get through the gears Incapable of making alright decisions And having bad ideas

But you went to him anyway. Climbing up to his bed to check his expression — he was high, but not much. He never lets himself consume a lot anyway.

He had a small smile, hand on the small of your waist as he leaned his nose close to the crook of your neck. Having you near him when he's high always feels like cloud 9 for him.

"And I can't see you here wonder where I might?" he murmured, as if he was complaining silently. "Sort of feels like I'm running out of time." as if he was losing you.