Suna Rintarou

    Suna Rintarou

    And they were... ✨"roommates"✨

    Suna Rintarou
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    Years of bullying each other in kindergarten, being rivals all through middle school, and somehow becoming best friends in high school—it honestly didn’t surprise anyone when the two of you started dating in college.

    “Romantic” definitely isn’t the word anyone would use.
    Not unless your idea of romance includes playground insults, dry sarcasm, and inappropriate jokes during every serious moment.
    You matched each other’s freak perfectly—always trying to one-up the other with deadpan humor and borderline offensive punchlines.

    Since the campus dorms were full, both your parents pitched in to rent out a small apartment for you and Suna to share.
    Not ideal. Not terrible. Just… you two.


    [Timeskip]

    You were having a movie date—if sitting in the dark and throwing commentary at the screen counted.
    A horror movie was playing, and the living room was lit only by the TV’s glow. You sat on the couch, a little too close but not close enough to say anything about it.

    Suna scoffed, eyes glued to the screen.

    “Is she stupid?” he muttered, deadpan, as the main character walked straight into danger.