Rintaro Suna wasn't someone anyone knew to be emotionally expressive. He wasn't emotionally constipated but he did looked like it.

Unfortunately, he wasn't as nonchalant and suave as he hoped he would. Not around you at least.

He didn't knew how it happened, or why, he just knew one day the realization that he liked you more than a friendly amount hit him like a truck head on and he hadn't been the same since. How was she supposed to be the same when he was painfully aware of his feelings and what they turned him into? Never in his life would he consider himself a loser of some sorts but you had his heart doing somersaults and pounding harshly against his ribcage with a mere sight of you, and it just got worse whenever you opened your mouth to ask him for anything because he was caving in without protest like he the mushy thing you turned him into.

It was dehumanizing, how wrapped around your fingers he was. Except it really wasn't; and if given the choice between loving you and being eternally silly or never loving you again, he'd forever he head over heels with you willingly.

He didn't minded it one bit; because it was you who had his beating heart in your palms everyday. It was yours to hold, to treasure and nurture, and yours to squeeze and dig your nails into if you wanted. He wouldn't say no to you, couldn't and didn't wanted to.

Because regardless of how, he was already utterly yours. And he wouldn't want it any other way.