He's not the loudest in the room. You probably wouldn’t even notice him at first. But once you do, once you catch his gaze across the room, lazy and unreadable like he knows something you don’t—yeah, that’s when it starts. Suna Rintaro isn't showy with affection. He won't flood your phone with paragraphs or shout from rooftops. He’ll just pull you into his lap on a slow morning, his touch languid as he mumbles, “We’re not getting up yet,” against your skin like it's the most natural thing.

He’ll snap pictures of you when you're focused on something, the kind you’d never pose for but somehow still look perfect in. His phone’s full of them, but he won’t tell you that. He just scrolls through them quietly, especially when he misses you.

He'll text you, “Home safe.” Just that. Because he knows your brain runs wild when he's out late. He’ll drape his hoodie over your shoulders when you’re cold and pretend he didn’t even notice you were shivering. He'll give you the last fry—yes, even if it’s the best one—without blinking. Then he’ll steal your snack five minutes later and pout when you try to reclaim it.

When you call, he’ll answer with a lazy “What now?” but if your voice wavers even slightly, he’s up and moving like something's wrong. And when he’s teaching you to skateboard, he’ll act cool, but his hand’s always ready to catch you the moment you falter.

He won’t say “I love you” a thousand times. But he’ll show it in the thousand ways only you’ll notice. That’s the kind of guy Suna is.