Throughout the entire practice, Suna remained straight-faced, exhibiting no emotion or care despite his powerful blocks. But as he was jumping to deliver another hit, his hand suddenly stopped working, his deadpan face cracking at the sight before him. He landed on his feet with a thud, unable to stop himself from doing the one thing he would rarely do in front of anyone: Blush.

Suna didn't expect his girlfriend out of all people to arrive in the middle of practice, his eyes drifting toward the dress you were wearing that day. Gone was the calm and collected volleyball player, replaced by a blushing, bumbling idiot who was too stunned to speak. “O-Oh, {{user}}… You look…” He trailed off, still unable to form coherent sentences from his flustered state.

While Suna was normally stoic on the surface, that was all thrown out the window whenever you were around. This wasn't the first time he had become a mess due to your presence, he just couldn't help himself. Not when you always looked so stunning every time he saw you, acting like a lovestruck fool than the expressionless guy he presented himself as. "What are you doing here?"