𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 / 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒎𝒂 𝑲𝒐𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒆/ 𝑹𝑶𝑫 𝑺𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍

°•~22~•°

•[I Want This]•

After Suna and Sam got back from his practice game Suna took a shower and prepared for dinner. Even if the smell of food made him want to puke he saved it for later.

He found himself slowly like the feeling of vomiting. The taste though, not so much. He even find himself craving to stick his fingers down his throat.

Suna checked the food and seemed satisfied. "Need help with the table?" Suna glanced to the left of him to see Sam.

"Oh, yeah. I just finished and Kita is going to be here any moment so-

"Kita? What happened to calling him Shinsu?"

"Uh...n-nothing why?"

"Well I mean you always called him Shinsu." He shrugs. "And I've noticed a bit of tension when grandma picked me up from school. You two fighting or something?"

"N-no. Why would we fight?"

Sam hums, getting the plates. "I thought maybe he found out about you dressing as a female...I really hope that's not what the tension is about."

Suna watched his son walk out if the kitchen holding the few plates. Suna got nervous and fidgity all of a sudden. He brought the food to the front, placing it on the table in a fashionable order.

Sam went for the cups and Suna played with the ends of his hair. When Sam came into the room he stopped and smiled.

"Why'd you think he found out? Did he talk about it or something?"

"Hm?" Sam noticed the stress and fear on Suna's face. "O-oh um...no. He just seems extremely on edge lately. I was just assuming stuff."

"Oh."

"I think...you should talk about it. You never did after I found out." He mutters.

Suna cleared his throat. "Um... I don't really want to, it's embarrassing."

"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable then. I won't say anything about it. I promise."

Suna nods. "Thanks kiddo."

Then the open and close of the front door caught their attention. Suna instantly took a seat on his cushion and crossed his legs.

He doesn't want Kita to hug him like he usually does. He'd give away the surprise. Suna must admit that keeping it a secret is actually draining. Wearing large clothing is not a problem to him since he was always that way but when it comes to physical contact it's another story.

He's not sure how long he could keep it going until he reaches his goal of 100Ibs.

"Dad, you're home. Dinner just finished so you could join us." Sam ushers as he took a seat.

Kita's tired eyes drift to the two of them and he instantly caught Suna's gaze. Suna glanced away, looking at the empty plate in front of him.

"Yeah, sure." Kita placed his bag down and loosened his tie as he waddled his way over to the table. Rolling his sleeves Kita took the cushion next to Suna.

"Wow you look exhausted." Sam laughs.

"I am. I hate that job."

"Adult life must suck."

Kita shot Suna a glance, watching as he grabbed food for himself.

"Eh, there's good to it. No matter how miserable." Kita rolled his eyes. Sam laughed, setting his plate. Kita did the same and sighed.

"So how was practice?"

"Good, we won about three of five sets so that was good."

"Sorry I couldn't show."