ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇs ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ- ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ sᴜɴᴀ

errands

(author's note- hi, sorry for just disappearing. not gonna lie, this chapter is a boring filler but I'll return to updating regularly so we can actually get through the plot)

"Oh my Lord just put the cake into the basket.", I exasperatedly sigh.

Rintarou and I are at the store right now, and despite it only being 10am on a weekend, he's still being as annoying as ever.

"But shouldn't we make one?", he questions and waves the box above his head.

"You can make one.", I say and grab another one of the cakes off the shelf. "I'm getting one from here."

I begin to walk away and surprisingly, don't see Suna behind me when I glance discreetly over my shoulder.

Whatever. He was pissing me off anyway.

Continuing down the isles, I grab anything that I need for Mya's birthday get together, as well as picking up groceries that I'm gonna need for myself whilst my Mum's away.

I feel myself getting excited at the prospect of basically living alone and having the freedom to do whatever I want without feeling guilty.

My phone vibrates in my pocket a few times in series, so I take it out and see that a new groupchat has been made, presumably for Mya's birthday. There's still a packet of sugar cookies in my hand, Suna's favourite.

messages
birthday board night?

mya:
hey, i just had a good idea
what if tmrw we did a board night rather than just having pizza

atsumu:
omg yes ill make something

osamu:
please don't

atsumu:
stfu

y/n:
sounds good
what should i make

mya:
whatever you want
but im making a breakfast one

osamu:
when she can cook😫

suna:
that's hardly cooking

y/n:
shut up

osamu:
shut up

atsumu:
shut up

mya:
shut up

kita:
shut up

mya added kiyoomi

atsumu:
omg WHAT

kiyoomi:
surprise?

atsumu:
why are you on this

kiyoomi:
because im invited

atsumu:
yeah but you live in tokyo

kiyoomi:
oh im in ur house rn
osamu let me in

y/n:
omg

atsumu:
WHAT

I swipe off the chat when I see another message that I'd received.

messages
unknown number

suna has always liked those sugar cookies

he eats them until he feels sick

but what if your loverboy isn't as sweet as he seems?

shut the fuck up💀
read

I shake my head and put my phone away, only to see Suna standing infront of me with his arms folded.