There was a lot Suna liked about his girlfriend being a cheerleader, you were fit, flexible, the uniform was hot, your skill set itself was impressive.

But there were also things Suna didn’t like. Like how you had to go to practice all the time- even though he did too, how guys hit on you and you so casually pranced around in that uniform.

He hated that reason in particular.

Suna was an overly possessive, hyper manipulative and ridiculously jealous boyfriend, though he’d managed to convince you his behaviour was purely out of love. And maybe it was. But that didn’t make it any less toxic.

“So you have fun?” He asked as you walked over after the game “Have fun pissing me off and showing yourself off to every guy in the school? Are you satisfied?”