oh, so you like me? | rintarōu s. ׂׂ ◌ೄ

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"oh, i'm sorry. i must've not not noticed. you probably want it back right?"

that must've been the reason the twins were laughing.

"i do. it's my volleyball jacket. but you could borrow another one of my jackets. you look so cute in them."

"yes, sur-. wait wait?"

suna lightly laughed which made you blush.

how could a man be so fine and have such a good personality?

we both moved towards the door, i pull out my key and unlock it allowing suna to go in first.

we walked in awkward silence until suna decided to speak up,

"hey, y/n?"

i looked up to him and said, "yes?"

"how come you don't call me by my first name? but i get to call you yours?"

i spoke in a rather soft tone, "well i could if you wanted me to."

"oh and because there are 3 miya's so i thought it would just be confusing."

"oh.." he muttered under his breath

"what was that?" i said

"you can call me rintarou..? only if you want to.'

"of course. hello rin."

he looked away flustered.

i thought it was cute.

my mom sees that i have arrived home and greets me warmly

atsumu gasped from the kitchen

my mom laughed lightly noticing the tall figure standing behind me,

"if it isn't the only and only suna rintaro!" she cheerfully said pulling suna into a hug.

"hello mama miya! :)"

"oh rin, why don't you stay for dinner?" i suggested.

"what a great idea!" my mom said

my mom was always a cheerful woman, she always gave us our freedom and was never too strict or too harsh on us. of course we get disciplined because she still is a mom and is just doing her job but it's very rare.

during dinner

there was miso soup, tteokbokki (yes, i know that's not japanese), fried rice, orange chicken, there was so many goodies right in front of us.

"i miss your cooking mom, it was always so good!" i said.

"your cooking is also good, y/n."

"not as good as yours, you forgetting who i learned from."

"itadakimasu" everyone said and began digging in.