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“Want me to count you down?”
“..Goddamit Rin, just do it”
About 10 hours ago you wouldn't have thought yourself in this situation at all, not in this seat, not in this shop and not at all in this predicament, especially not with him.
Your speech is slurred and lazy with nothing but weed and a glass of wine slowly clouding your sense of judgement.
Is this good judgement or the right thing to do? Who knows.
What matters now is that he's held snugly between your thighs waiting for your go ahead and you have to strictly remind yourself that despite his thumb grazing up and down your cheek and the proximity of his skin to yours this is still Rin, your Rin, your best friend .
***
“You should really let me pierce you” Suna states, it’s not really a suggestion anymore since he's been insisting for some reason to stab you with one of his sterilised needles for over 3 years.
“Drop it Rin, never gonna happen” it’s far too early to be talking about this, you’re freshly showered and changed but regardless tired beyond belief when you dash your rucksack into the back seat of his car.
“Good morning to you too by the way”
He gives you a courteous nod as he pats the empty passenger seat beckoning you to take your place beside him “Gimme a reason though! And don’t give me that bullshit about one not looking good on you because we both know that isn’t true”.
“Couldn’t you find something nicer to talk about at 8 in the morning?”
“Nah”
You sigh, fastening your seatbealt as soon as you’re in a comfortable position.
“Please, just drive you’re gonna make me late for my 9am, some of us didn’t drop out of college you know? we can talk about this after”.
“Is that a promise? Does that mean you’ll think about it?” he drags a finger along the steering wheel and a shit eating grin plastered on his face but despite the unimpressed scowl on your face you both know the answer.
“You probably already cleared your schedule out for today before I even got in the car”.
“.....You know me too well, don’t ya?” doing a quick look over to his peripheral mirrors, he pulls out of the small drive through of your shared apartment complex doing a b line for your university.
“Unfortunately.”
As soon as you’re out of the car you bolt for your lecture, not before he’s yelling after you to not slam his door.
You make it to your class with three minutes to spare, enough time to cool down and get your mind clear from Suna’s voice going on and on about how good a piercing would look on you.
The kind of reassurance he’s always given you despite your struggle to listen to him.
You’ve seen the kind of girls he pierces on the daily, the ones that get told daily how one would suit them, the ones that don’t get all anxious at the thought of needles, the ones that aren’t interested or phased about how close he needs to get to do his job.
You’ve learned to understand and come to terms with Suna’s personality and overall aesthetic, over 10 years of being attached at the hip it’s plenty of time to watch him grow up and out of his awkward teenage boy phase into a confident and well formed someone.
He's certainly changed, he’s got the tattoos and piercings to prove it.
He even went as far as to tattoo your initial in your favourite calligraphy font on his chest right above his heart on your 20th birthday, and of course his piercings; the lip, the eyebrow, the small stud on his nose and the 10+ ear piercings on both sides, these things are what make Suna ; Suna.
Yet you don’t understand why he’s so keen on piercing you.
Like he felt you thinking of him, your phone is vibrating in your pocket and you quickly peer down read a message with his caller id.
don’t overthink this
ill see you at home and we can talk abt if u really want it
I am not doing this
Start thinking about which one you want ;)
focus on ur lecture
Die
Rinnie loved this message
Your train of thought is interrupted when your professor clears his throat as he sets up the hall board and you groan, dropping your head on table dreading the next painful two hours.
It was a big surprise to your whole friend group when the twins actually made it to college.
Miya 1 was more surprising than Miya 2, Osamu was the most likely out of the 2 to actually get his head in the game and actually start caring for his future throughout exam season in your third year, but Atsumu (with the help of his sports scholarship) made it just as fine despite barely grazing the grade he needed to do sports science, while Osamu took up culinary arts.
Growing up and living out your teenage years around the three wasn’t all bad, more good than bad, you had a shoulder to cry on when a boy rejected you, or commented something a little too bold about your body or when you just felt like shit.
So naturally you’re stuck hanging out with at least one of them when your timetables aline.
You’re about to leave campus, aiming to catch the earliest bus back home with vigour. The open app on your phone displays bright green text of the next buses arrival; 7 minutes, and you’re 4 minutes away, isn’t that great?
Across the sidewalk you manage to make out a hauntingly familiar silhouette with your peripheral slowly gaining on you not even discreetly, picking up the pace you frustratedly grip the straps of your bag tighter in hopes he loses interest.
Unfortunately for you.
He doesn’t.
“Hey! Wait up man, don’t just walk off!!” Atsumu whines from behind, picking up his walking speed a tad to reach you.
Giving in, no way around this you slow down, finally acknowledging him.
You sigh in defeat “Hey ‘tsumu you okay?”
“Never better,” he yelps “Actually under strict instructions to make sure ya make it to the bus and back to a certain little someone nice and safely. ” he reaches over with comfortable familiarity, gently unhooking your bags straps of your shoulder and throwing it across his own, he pinches your hip wiggling his eyebrows teasingly and you can’t help the laugh that erupts from your throat at his silliness. Muttering a quick thanks
“Should I be surprised?,” You look forward, a small smile on your lips “All-seeing Rin keeps an eye on me wherever I go, will I be free from these shackles?.”
“Yaa-. No, don't seem like anytime soon but fortunately for ya guys ya have someone normal like me to keep ya crazies under control.”
“In what world are you normal?! you know ‘Tsumu the day you’re normal is the day pigs fly” you snort.
”Ouch” he mutters quietly.
“Besides, wanna hear something even crazier that Rin wants to do?” The faux blonde raises an eyebrow at you, clearly interested in the shift in conversation.
“God, I’m like all ears, tell me something outrageous.”
“Rin, wants to pierce me! Can you believe him?” The thought seeming ever so baffling, nothing possibly occurring to you on why he pesters you the most out of all his friends. Closeness, perhaps?
“I mean, he’s being constantly up my ass about doing one, can’t even leave my room before he’s cornering me and going on and on about how it’ll look on me, can you see me with one? be honest”
Atsumu watches your face carefully, are you being forreal right now?, clueless , and you miss the way he had snapped his neck almost backwards to stare daggers into your side, completely lost for words watching you babble on about how you wish you had a machine to read the mind of your best friend, the obsession with you or how he probably can’t help being so weird or how you’ve struggled to read his intentions like you usually would.
He’s meant to not say anything about what Suna once told him that one night in their second year, he crossed his heart and swore to secrecy that night, but well in his defense, he’s always been one for tiny screw ups.
“Y’mean… he hasn’t told ya…yet?”
“Told me what?
He gapes at you, taken aback with disbelief, his own memory of that night playing back a reminder of what he promised his friend, to hold his silence, for your sake.
“Fuck!,” he gasps “I mean- fuck Sunarin, coward!” he laughs absently, running a hand through his hair exasperated with this discovery
“God. He’s so pathetic, he can’t even…I mean! What!.”
“Am-Am I missing something?.”
“What? Na!” He waves his hands around nervously “But ahm, are you-are you considering it? Y’know what forget it, forget it c’mon lets hurry and getcha home to SunaRin.”
Deflecting your question completely he walks off , interlocking your arm with his helping you catch up.
asshole.
And before you know it he’s dropping you off, running away on the phone with someone he speed dialled as you were walking, hysterically laughing at something you can’t quite make out through the bus windows.
Leaving you with tons and tons of questions.
You make it home quickly, but telling by how no Suna is greeting you at the door the very moment you push it open it tells you he isn’t home, figured, despite clearing his schedule out for the day he still needs to run down to the parlour to ensure everything there is in order for the rest of the day.
That reminds you that you need to properly think it through if you really want this, he’ll be home soon enough asking you the same questions you’re asking yourself.
Setting down your bag on the rack behind the front door you bring your laptop out and take a seat on the counter chairs beginning to type away a search up of piercings for people with low pain tolerances.
Article after article you lose yourself reading forums and chatrooms on the subject, reddit to quora, instagram to tiktok.
This diverts itself into almost an hour of distracted scrolling on social media, no piercings found, and it’s past 2 when the jingle of keys breaks you out of your trance.
Quickly spamming ‘delete tab’ on as many websites you had open relating to the subject, a part of you hopes he’s forgotten about his hyperfixation.
A nest of brown hair emerges from the open door soon enough, he searches for you immediately upon entering and his eyes zero down on you staring right back at him from your seat.
He smiles softly.
You smile back.
“Hey there.”
“Hi.”
“You thought about it?.”
“Dammit Rin!! ” you groan of course he wouldn’t forget.
He chuckles triumphantly and steps inside closing the door behind him shrugging off his jacket then hanging it on the rack, he takes off his shoes and makes his way past you to sit on the other chair directly infront.
“How was your lecture?” he averts the topic for now, not wanting to rile you up and end up smothered with pillows.
“Uh.. pretty okay, I guess? So bored and out of it half the time but I survived and Atsumu very kindly walked me to the bus.”
You see his lips quirk up, leaning back in his chair to manspread himself out.
“Yeah, I sent him to do that” he states casually, too proudly, it kind of ticks you off.
“Yeah. I was told.” you sigh, at this point in your friendship telling him he doesn’t need to treat you like a child is useless but it isn’t the worst thing that’s happened to you “How they holding up back at base?.”
“Hanukawa, Kenji and Miura are all set for the day, they’ll be fine without me.”
“Oh and Chikako says hi.”
“Oh Chikako! Haven't seen her in a while, how’s she doing?” Chikako is one of Suna’s most talented tattooers and one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met, it makes it hard to run past the store on tight timed days so you’ve neglected your time with her.
“Still crying over that shitty on and off boyfriend.”
“God Rin,” you groan, shaking your head in disapproval “She really needs to leave him like so right now.”
It doesn’t feel great when such a kind and endearing person as her is entangled with someone who doesn’t spare her the time of day and you’ve always felt that despite your constant nagging to leave him she never feels convinced enough to do so, you ponder for a second coming to the conclusion that perhaps two voices are better than one.
“Next time we see her we need to convince her to leave him, okay?.”
“Agreed.”
You reminisce for a second on your own past relationships, always too ego-centric and self-entitled and most of the time ashamed to call you their girlfriend to their friends for being “the kind of girl they wouldn’t usually date”, thankfully those days for you seem to be over but you can never be too sure.
“If you ever see me finding a man like that I give you permission to punch me.”
He goes quiet for a second then chuckles gently; standing up he makes his way over to you, ever since you were kids he’s had the habit of dragging his feet when he’s forced to do something he didn’t want to do and you can’t help but quirk an eyebrow as he does so despite no one having uttered a word to him.
He comes to a stop in-front of you and his tall familiar frame swallows you up entirely leaving no room for you to look anywhere else but him, however, despite this Rintarou could never intimidate you, it’s kind of impossible to do so well past the growth spurt stage and having seen him at his all time lowest, the times when it was just you and him with bratty pouts, snotty noses and dirt scraped knees.
“It’s funny you think i’d ever let you find any other man after this ” he murmurs softly at you, however a noticeable drop in his tone makes it scratchy and mature when he speaks, something unfriendly that makes you feel fuzzy.
There’s also something in the brunette’s eyes that isn’t his soft usual gaze that makes you feel warm and comfortable.
The silence between the two of you becomes intense in a matter of seconds and you can’t help but crack under pressure, quickly pushing him away creating some mild distance between you both.
You jab his torso harshly and it knocks some air from his lungs giving you the right amount of time to inhale some air that you yourself struggled to swallow.
“Are you insane? Stop being weird idiot” you scold light-heartedly, hopping up from your seat and swerving your way around him quickly, leaving him high and dry right where he stood.
His body turns lazily, eyes following you scatter away with blown out pupils locked safely on your retreating form. However, telling by how you disappeared into your room it’s apparent you aren’t coming back out anytime soon and a wave of disappointment runs over him, a gut feeling telling him he messed up.
Despite feeling the way he does he knows it’ll blow over ; it always does, you two have moments like these very often however despite experiencing similar emotions in the past he comes to a realisation that this to him lately has gotten harder for him.
He can’t go a day anymore without peeking at you while you’re sitting at the dining table studying for an exam, or walking past the shut bathroom door far too many suspicious times when you’re taking a shower because he can see the steam that creeps under the gaps of the door, or how he’s writhing in bed almost every night grinning like a lovesick school boy at everything you do.
He’s being smacked across the back far too many times by his friends telling him to wipe the look from his face whenever you pop up around his shop to share some onigiri Osamu cooked for you, or that he has hearts in his eyes when you even slightly giggle at something on your phone, or that after years of being there with you developing from a whiny insecure teenage girl into a confident well-formed woman with nothing to lose he can’t help when at night all the blood rushes from his brain down where it shouldn’t with nothing else he can do but hold his face in his hands burning in shame.
Consumed deeply by his thoughts his discarded phone vibrates somewhere distantly on the kitchen counter he left it on and he has half a hunch of who it might be but he checks anyway.
Very quickly he wishes he hadn’t since he spends the next hour sprawled out on the couch arguing with a certain groupchat of stupid idiots.
Miya 2- A
@suna you’d probably go on all fours if she asked u to wouldn’t u
you dog
Miya 1- O
woah whats this abt
Miya 2- A
dunno probably bout how our sunarin is damn near close to wagging his tail whenever our sweet little y/n is around
Fuck off
Miya 1- O
oh
dude
u guys live together
u sure nothings happened yet?
Miya 2- A
and dont lie
no u idiots nothings happened
i’d rather die than lay a finger on her wo her wanting it
Miya 2- A
charming
but
u admit u want it
not the point
Miya 1- O
you’re doing good man
invite us to the wedding
Suna thumbed up
Miya 2- A
me 2 ;p
you’re DEFINITELY not invited
Miya 2- A
oh.
so u admit u want to marry her?
fu|
“Rin..?”.”
Your voice has him perking up from the couch, finding you standing dizzy with sleep up against the door frame of the corridor seemingly risen from a nap.
“Hey..hey you okay?” he fumbles around, quickly dashing his phone across the couch and stumbling frantically to get to his feet to meet you where you stand but you’re quick to cut him off despite being drowsy and lost.
“Will…it hurt?.”
“…”
“huh?”
“The piercing i mean” bringing your hands to your face you rub the hazy residue of sleep away while nervously attempting to swallow down the lump in your throat at the thought, the only thing he can do is stare at you dumbfounded realising this is the first time you’ve brung up the topic on your own.
A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest and it makes the pit of your stomach feel warm, he beckons you over with his hand patting the seat beside him on the couch.
“it depends on what you get doll, some are actually pretty painless and easy to take care of if you’re careful” he speaks softly following you with his eyes as you make your way over next to him, comfortably taking a seat and crossing your legs whilst running your fingers through your hair to comb out the bed knots.
“What are you thinking huh? A cute second or third lobes? “ you shake your head not right.
“Hm, a tragus or helix?” you contemplate for a second and reply.
“Nuh uh.”
“Alright then, how’s a nose stud, maybe two on either sides?.”
“No Rin.”
He furrows his brows together dragging his eyes up and down your body to your face, he finds you fiddling with your nails and have your bottom lip tucked between your teeth obviously wanting to say something.
“Hey..?.”
“Hows…” you pause for a second.
Then you look up at him with glassy eyes and a trembling pout.
His stomach drops levels when you bring your hands up to your breast, running them over the curve of them tracing the shape with your palms, kneading the plush roundness shakily.
Eyes glued to your hands he’s unable to look away when a chill runs up his spine to the crown of his head, he shivers when the hairs at the base of his neck stand up and he’s got prickly goose bumps across both his arms almost instantly.
His head snaps up to watch your expression and finds your cheeks and ears tinted with a deep shade of blush, obviously embarrassed and nervous to hear his response to your insinuation.
“How… how painful are the nips.?” your voice is laced with honey and he can’t help how his lip is quivering or how his hands are trembling.
“Are..are you sure? Those are pretty big statement piercings and-and they take a little to heal, i mean especially with recovery you have to be really careful not to snag them you know? I-i get you have your first lobes done but the recovery for these ones can be tough and it wont be the same as sma-.”
“Rin. “
“Yes?”
“You’re rambling” you sweetly smile at him “I did some research on them before you came back and I had some time to think about it so don’t worry about my thought process.”
“I’m just..are you sure?.”
You lean over watching him trace your features with his eyes trying to find any trace of doubt or reluctance, in an act of reassurance you run your finger over his hands tracing the bones and the joints with your own.
“I’m sure.”
“Okay…you’re sure.”h
“You’re frowning, can you please stop frowning?.”
He doesn’t listen and furrows his eyebrows in further instead “just trying to make sure you aren’t trying to make me feel better about all this.”
“Why would I be doing that?.”
He leans back sighing gently shaking his head with a small smile.
“Dunno it’s just the kind of thing you’d do.”
“Wanna drink before we head down?” you speak up making eye contact after a few seconds and there’s almost pearls in your eyes when you lean further in waiting for his reply.
“I don’t think tipsy driving is the right thing to do before a piercing.”
He hears a giggle from beside him and the couch shifts with your weight being lifted when you walk away to grab the bottle of wine on the shelf, returning swiftly.
“Never stopped you before” the pop of the cork tells him you aren’t taking no for an answer and the glass of the cups against the coffee table reminds him further that you’ve both done this before, this is just another night as best friends to you.
“Besides, can’t you remember when you pierced ‘tsumu’s tongue at a Halloween party shit faced drunk?!.”
“Can you believe it didn’t get infected?!.” He snorts, feeling refreshed with a nice chaotic memory that you shared.
“He’s such a sicko.”
“Takes one to know one, you want to get your chest pierced with me hanging off the verge of soberness.” He narrows his eyes and sneaks a playful jab at you reaching for his glass now filled “thanks.”
You pour your own glass of wine focused on the way it glides and pools at the sides and creates small waves of red “maybe I just don’t want you to remember you ever pierced my nipples.”
Suna shimmies closer to where you are, feeling the lazy warmth of the first chug envelop him “Crazy of you to think I would ever want to forget that.”
Finally you’re sitting back and settling your own legs over his intertwining your bodies messily.
Relaxing your back you take your own first sip, sighing softly at the grape on your tongue as it runs gently down your throat to the pit of your stomach.
He’s watching you carefully, the bob of your neck as you drink and he isn’t careful enough because you’re watching him back soon enough.
He’s got the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen, and despite having seen such eyes since childhood you’ve never wanted to look away from them, so warm and always something in them that makes you never want to leave.
His eyes are connected to his soul how you hope he’s looking at you with his soul.
“How is it?” you croak softly.
“Better than it was 2 days ago” he replies, tipping his head back to take another sip.
“You know..they say wine gets better with age.”
He chuckles dreamily, beginning to feel the rush of blood warming the tip of his ears with half of the cup emptied into his system.
“‘Course they do.”
”What? I’m not joking you know” crossing your arms you kick his knee with the sole of your foot grinning satisfactorily when he doubles over and groans.
He recovers almost immediately, letting it slide for just one night and leaning further back onto the couch peering at you from the rim of his glass, contemplating whether asking you anything right now would ruin the moment.
He clears his throat setting down his glass on the coffee table and reaching into his pocket.
“Can I ask you something?.”
Your interest is peaked when you hear the soft rustle of small things being shifted around from within “sure” taking another chug of the wine you set it down on the coffee table beside his, watching carefully as his hand emerges swiftly from his sweat’s pocket with a carefully rolled up spliff.
”You ever smoked after that one time?” He grins at you expectantly, expertly twisting the joint around with his fingers playing with it watching your eyes widen in surprise.
“You mean after that night in our third year?.”
”That one exactly.”
You sigh clearly remembering what he’s talking about, that night during a house party a blunt was passed around your circle of friends, when a fight broke out everyone’s attention was drawn away from that small fat piece of paper which Rin managed to sneakily snatch from Aran’s grip during the chaos, he had grabbed your hand without a second thought and fled from the scene taking you with him to a nearby park in the neighbourhood; there you two smoked it away all night ending up high as rocks and making it back to your homes way past midnight.
It’s a sweet memory that you somehow managed to forget until now that he’s flinging a similar roll of paper infront of your face.
Amused by his prying you quickly snatch it up from his fingers rolling it between your own examining the wrapping and presentation before raising an eyebrow unimpressed.
“Rin where’d you get this from?.”
He chuckles teasingly, crossing his arms behind his head and peering at you lovingly through his lashes before humming contentedly.
“Not telling ya.”
”Rin.”
”Finee. Hanukawa handed it over to me before I left telling me it was a gift from the team for us two for working so hard.”
“Sounds to me like a cheap trick to get you to try out one of his new batches.”
“Yeah,” he pauses, blankly “Wanna rate it with me?”
“How can I say no?”
He grabs it off of you happily bringing a lighter out from the same pocket the joint was in before popping it in his mouth and assuring you look into his eyes as he lights it, peering at you through the small flame sending a buzz of warmth that spreads all over your body in anticipation.
***
Not long after you both sit shoulder to shoulder high to the point of no return, if it weren’t for your neck attaching your head to your shoulders you’re sure it would be rolling behind the couch with how you’re lolling it back with heavy puffs. Rin had through slurred speech whispered at you how your eyes got red before his and you could say the same for him so despite your better judgement neither of you had a single clue who went first. His normally narrow eyes had become almost thin lines with how hard he was cheesing at a lame joke you cracked several minutes before.
”Atsumu is such an idiot” he chuckles into your neck blowing soft warm gusts of air up against the flesh feeling you shiver with every word.
The both of you ran through the spliff in less than half an hour, almost forgetting what the end objective was.
“Hey doll..” he whispers suddenly.
“hm?” you hum gently nuzzling the side of your temple against his hair.
”should we head down now? It’s getting kinda late and I don’t want you backing out last minute” he collects his bearings slowly ,rising from the warmth of your body to shake himself awake “and you aren’t allowed to back out anymore” he grins cheekily, disappearing off into the kitchen to grab you both glasses of water to sober up leaving your body heavy and limp on the couch.
“sure!” You yell from your spot on the couch, your whole body stiffening when you extend you limbs apart to stretch out of the curled up position it was in before, groaning weakly and satisfied with the ease in your shoulders from the released tension.
By the time Suna returns from the kitchen you’re by the doorway leaning up against the wall of the corridor, fully warmed up with a scarf and coat, trying to tie your sneakers to the best of your ability with a fuzzy brain.
“Can’t tell if we’re too high or too drunk” he smiles, just as fuzzy brained as you.
Crouching down courteously after shoving a bottle of water into your chest, he shoos your hands away taking the strings between his own fingers and doing it for you.
“Want me to do the ‘round the tree or bunny ears method? ” he questions absently, fiddling with the previous knot you were working on effectively and with a clearer mind able to loop the string out of its intertwinement.
“Rin.” There’s pause from you above him and he thinks for a second you’re thinking about it too “What the hell are you talking about.”
There’s a pause in the conversation between the two of you and you stare at each other for a second in indecipherable silence, his composure breaks first when you see his lip slightly trembling and your own quirking into a goofy smile before you’re both breaking out into a fit of giggles rolling and tussling around on the floor for another 10 minutes. Neither of you have any idea what you’re cheesing so hard about after.
Yeah. You two are absolutely fried.
***
“Huh. They closed up early today, wonder why.”
“Can’t believe we’re just starting at like what..8?.”
“Cuz you’re a chronic staller” the bell of the shop rings as he pushes it open making way for you to step past him before he closes it behind him and locking it so no one gets the impression it’s open “could’ve told me you were scared y’know?.”
Scoffing, you drop your bag on the reception counter seeing a note resting above keyboard monitor “I did Rin, that was like the first thing I did when you brung it up.”
Unfolding the note you feel his presence loom over your shoulder peering down to see what’s stolen your attention.
“What’s that?.”
”Looks like Hanukawa’s handwriting”
“What’s it say.”
“Uhm. Hey boss! Assuming you’re the one reading this note we decided to close up early so you guys would have the place all to yourselves which also means you convinced L/n to get a piercing done congrats buddy, hope you guys didn’t get too high on the za and get wasted but whatever. Don’t get too busy on the tattoo chairs cuz we ain’t cleaning up for you two. Tell L/n that we wish her luck for her piercing”
Another person must’ve scribbled something down because another much shorter sentence in a different more rushed and ugly handwriting followed.
“also we left a little present for you two idiots in one of the drawers
Have fun!! - the team and atsumu ;>
~not too much fun tho ya freaks”
Suna crouches down to unlock the first cabinet under you finding it conveniently had been left unlocked, furrowing his eyebrows together in suspicion he slowly slides the drawer open. Upon seeing the contents inside a shared scream erupts from you both in surprise as he slams it shut with a loud crash, he coughs loudly when he chokes while you scrunch the paper up into a ball in bewildering rage dashing it into the nearest bin with all of your strength.
Whining in discomfort you try to get that little box of size large condoms out of behind your eyes to no avail and you flaunt yourself onto the nearest chair cupping your face in your palms in embarrassment.
It was no surprise that the brunette’s employees liked to sometimes play light pranks on both him and you but considering how the night was going this one specific prank hit slightly more different than the rest.
“God-dammit Atsumu” he yells into his hands mumbling incoherent curses “I’m so going to kill him, that bleach brain I’m so going to leak every slip I possibly have and post it on every social media platform there is.” dragging his groans out in frustration he slightly peaks at you from between his fingers to lay eyes on you trembling on one of the chairs feeling a strong protective tug on his heart seeing your emotions so stirred up, he realises how this must feel for you.
He almost throws himself across the room to cradle you sweetly.
“Fuck! I’m so sorry doll that was really uncalled for, I know how you feel about this type of stuff geez I’m so sorry, I mean I-i can drop you off at home? Scrap the whole piercing thing and I can hunt them all down for you? Would that be okay?.”
You sniffle quietly slowly gaining back the breath you lost, giggling softly you nudge his side “Rinnie, it’s fine it was just a lighthearted joke” trying to feel more confident in your response you gather your pride together and look up at him convincingly.”
“You sure? They’re such assholes” he reassures smiling weakly at you.
“Come on let’s forget this I want my piercings STAT” he loses your warmth from his arms as you hop down over to walk away disappearing further into the shop and into one of the piercing rooms beckoning him to follow you like a siren into her lair.
He stares at your figure disappear with his bottom lip between his teeth, the burning of his ears now becoming sizzling as the panic slowly subsides.
Quickly getting his shit together he hears you coo from inside the room, he’s about to run over back to you but he double takes at something he knows is hiding in his desk.
***
Biting his slip he buries his busy hand into the pocket of his trousers lowering his head to the floor in shame as he returns to where he was before, walking quickly to the room you’re in, a small voice in the back of his head telling him to lock the door as soon as he gets in there.
The brushing of the cardboard box of condoms shifting in his pants reminds him of just how guilty he should be feeling right now, however his mind feeling preoccupied, Suna can’t help but feel he’s even more conscious and worried about the fact he recalls the way his cock had twitched in his trousers upon seeing those condoms in his drawer ready for the taking and the insinuation of their use from his friends.
…
That fucking Atsumu Miya.
***
He’s unsure of where to stand upon entering the room, it’s cold from the lack of human presence in there and telling by how you’re chattering your teeth while cleaning off the rims of your lipgloss with your pinky he gets the gist that you feel it too.
He opts for perching himself awkwardly up against the doorframe to just watch you prance around the sickly bright room, you’re scanning through pamphlets and small unlocked drawers careful to watch your fingers incase needles or ink cases were left opened despite it being strict company policy that all used needles or utilised inks must be disposed off immediately after use.
You’ve been here millions of times; whether it was passing by in between lunches or a couple of shifts you took up as receptionist when no one was available that day, and if he thinks very hardly about the subject he feels a tug on his heart when realising this is basically like your own dream too, that you’re actually the foundation of this little business, the nights where he spent venting out his frustration in your arms, when he was about to give up when faced with another local business owner who was looking to expand his stores and almost stole his spot, the day before the contract was complete you had taken it upon yourself to skip class that morning to storm into the landlords office to give the renter a piece of your mind; because of you he got the place.
Or when in your second year of high school he told you of his dreams in becoming a business owner and he bathed in the many supportive comments from you for the first few weeks that then turnt into harsh scoldings after you found out about a police warning sent to his house regarding his pattern of delinquent behaviour following his drop in grades; he chuckles fondly at the memory of you showing up at his house completely unannounced with a fat textbook of the freshest notes of that day for almost every week of that year, because of you he made it with excellent grades out of high school.
And right now he feels he will be damned before letting you ever leave his grasp.
”Something on your mind Rin?”
You’re back to sitting on the tattoo chairs when he looks up from his hands, waiting for him to get closer.
Pushing himself off of the door frame he lazily shakes his head circling around the room to collect the things he needs, your back faced to him you prefer to look at yourself in the rectangular mirror on the wall than at him and you swing your legs nervously from the upright seat “Do you have any idea what your pain tolerance might be?” He calls loudly from the small storage room hearing the background noise of him shifting about in there; you’re about to answer with a “what” but a very loud crash of things falling follows that has you perking around the seat in worry.
Your eyes land on him smiling dopily at you from the floor picking up cases of disinfectant.
”You need help with that?” you grin teasingly as he rises to his full height with the organised box of the previously dropped bottles, he dashes a box of wipes at you from the pile turning his back to you to organise his mess “Shut up and clean yourself up with one of those, remember to get deep in any crevices around your chest to avoid infections.”
”I’m clean?” Scoffing loudly you rip open the packet pulling out a few wipes.
”You need to be EXTRA clean for this, if you do this properly I’ll give you a lollipop as a reward.”
”Oh I’m intrigued”
He hears the muffled scruffle of your shirt being lifted and he has to shut his eyes tightly in the storage room to refrain from thinking about you lifting your shirt exposing yourself, he distracts himself by double, triple checking everything in the room is comfortably tidy before he goes to check on you.
”Rin I’m nervous” He hears you call from the seat and he tries not to think too hard about his feet feeling heavier as he walks back.
“That’s normal those are pretty rough piercings” he replies.
“No.” You clear your throat as he walks past you to set the small white casket of things on a metal tray “ I mean I’m nervous of you seeing me… you know, semi naked”
He whips his head back towards you star struck, too desperately and he prays you can’t see the neediness in his eyes when you gaze into each other, he feels like shit when warmth spreads all across his body at the thought of seeing you but you’re his best friend and he purses his lips together in defeat when you look away quickly to tug on the hem of your shirt downwards.
He nods slowly and takes a deep shaky breath before snapping the band of the rubber gloves down on his wrist, quickly alternating to gliding his fingers smoothly through the other glove; he understands where you’re coming from truthfully it must feel nerve wracking having someone see you this way but he’s done this before and it isn’t a particularly new feeling to see a woman’s chest in a place such as this.
With practiced professionalism he sets his heart on placing aside his personal feelings and emotions, you’re a client in that seat and he needs to make sure you leave as satisfied and with the least amount of pain possible.
“Okay. Take a deep breath and lift your shirt whenever you’re ready, I’ll talk you through this so you understand what’s happening is that alright with you?”
“Oh. Yes.”
“Alright.”
A comforting feeling bubbles in your gut when you hear the familiar tone in his voice that he uses when you’re nervous and he watches a small lopsided smile form on your lips, still weary however you watch his movements carefully as he turns slightly to grab a small needle from the metal tray before running a disinfected cotton swab across it “Starting off, to avoid infection I have to disinfect all of the equipment I use on you”
Taking a very deep breath you raise the threaded hem of your shirt feeling your lids grow heavier and heavier with a reminder you’ll be done with this by midnight.
The material running across your upper body lights the skin of your stomach and ribs on fire, and he peers shamelessly as he sees the shape of your underboob slowly emerge from underneath no bra, watching the full shape of your breasts bounce freely from the confines of your shirt.
He exhales deeply at the sight of your puffy nipples, so soft and squishy.
Finding no answer to be suitable he looks up for your approval to continue only to be faced with the sight of your eyelids clasped together tightly blocking out any external light.
It snaps him back to an ice cold reality that it’s youin that seat instead of anyone else, it amuses him seeing you in this state despite having seen you at your worst.
He chuckles softly.
“Dude, you’re gonna have to relax y’know” he begins, clasping your wrists with his hands guiding them down to your lap to look you in the eye with loving reassurance.
”And if it helps I’ve seen plenty of boobs before”
”Rin!” You screech loudly.
He laughs loudly back at you.
“Alright doll face from here it might be fast moving so keep up, got it?”
Before you know it he’s swiping alcohol heavy cotton swabs across both of your nipples making sure to rub them thoroughly and the cold liquid seeping onto your warm skin sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.
He talks slowly and professionally of his actions, the procedure seeming simple and practiced to him by now and when he reaches for the first needle he brings it up to your face for you inspect.
“This is it okay?”
”Okay.”
Next, he brings a metal clamp between his fingers and sets the cold metal to pinch your nipple earning a high pitched shriek that makes him laugh, adjusting the pen line to aline horizontally he gives you a confirming nod before picking the needle back up to hold.
This time however, the air changes around the two of you as he leans closer to run a heavy hand across your spread out thigh, a shaky breath escapes you as he grabs it and spreads it further to fit himself between your legs.
Obviously, the pounding weed and glass of wine dizzying you both has you feeling every graze of his touch a lot more significantly as you begin adjusting to the quiver of your inner thighs at the feeling of his hands resting there; a pitiful whine escapes you when he drags the needle up and down your nipple to test you tolerance.
You feel one of his hands rise from their perched position on the armrest beside you to drag a soft thumb up and down your cheek sending sparks of heat flying from your ears to your cheeks. Unable to catch your breath you squeeze your eyes shut, finding comfort in not having to look him in the eye when he does this.
“Want me to count you down?”
“…Goddamit Rin just do it!” You yell exasperated and out of breath landing a solid knock to his temple to get him moving.
You see black behind your eyelids as he counts you down slowly, your hand occupies itself with squeezing his forearm with all your might until the skin of your knuckles turned white with the pressure and you jolt when the sharp sting of the needle penetrating your skin spreads across your areola.
You hear him shuffling around infront of you quickly, the clank of metals across the tray and the sound of a spray bottle.
Theres not much pain other than the dull throbbing from where the needle is currently placed and your legs twitch as he grazes them when he moves around.
“Hey, it’s done you can open your eyes now crybaby”
The bright lights from overhead momentarily blind you when you open your eyes to look down at the damage, it doesn’t look as gruesome as you expected it to look with only a small blotch of irritated skin where a long needle is securely held by the clamp.
“Doesn’t look back right? Lemme just get the bar and we’ll move on to the other one”
Silently you follow his hands as he turns to grab something and his hand is held out to you to present a small curved bar with a tiny metal ball attached to one end and another rolling around in his gloved palm.
He pats your thigh softly signalling you to open them again to fit through and you comply wordlessly, despite it being nerve wracking before it was done you find yourself overcome with great joy at the thought that by the next 20 minutes you’ll have something on you that you’d never expected to ever consider.
In a practiced manner, he glides the small bar into a tiny hole at the tip of the needle attaching it and sliding it out checking to make sure it isn’t too painful for you, a thumbs up reassures him and he finishes off rolling the small ball in its respective screw before gently fiddling with it to make sure it’s placed properly.
He pats a wet cotton ball over the bruising nipple gently to disinfect one more time before sitting back and admiring his work, you watch his face nervously looking for a wrinkle of a negativity in his expression and your body goes cold when you watch him wordlessly staring at your boob.
A distressed hiccup leaves your throat involuntarily, a million bad thoughts entering your head in seconds.
Rin snaps his head up at the small noise and watches your lip beginning to wobble for a split second, deciding to intervene before you lose your shit he moves forward coming up close to your face to brush noses.
You freeze, stunned and confused.
“Hey…hey!” He whispers, your shaky breathing mingling with his minty breath at the proximity, a wave of his body heat enveloping you like a blanket and you sigh feeling your body loosen upon looking into his eyes.
“It looks bad, doesn’t it.” You whisper back whiny in defeat, shimming closer to rest your head on his shoulder you wrap your arms around his neck careful not to snag your exposed piercing on his shirt.
He chuckles warmly and rubs your back intimately, nuzzling his head into your neck before laughing breathily making you ticklish.
“Would you believe me if I told you it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?”
You purse your lips pulling away immediately grabbing his shoulders “Are you serious?!” You yell at him and he winces at the tone, all your worry vanishing.
“Yeah dude! I told you it would look sick, lemme do the other one and you can look in a mirror”
”I-I mean are you sure?”
He ruffles your hair and turns around to disinfect the clamp that’s resting forgotten on the tray, not leaving you with many options other than to deal with it “Besides,” he adds “You can’t really leave with just one nipple pierced, what would society think?” He turns with a grin on his face knowing you can’t refuse since he’s right. The clamp is held safely between his fingers and another newly opened needle on the others.
You repeat the process, this time more loosely and less painful than the last since you were relieved of the tenseness on your spine that had you folding, once it’s done he gives you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before retreating to dispose of all the used equipment and wash his hands.
Before he steps out he points at the large mirror on the wall and instructs you to look at yourself before he pounces you which results in a solid punch landing across his head.
His frame disappears from behind the door frame and you hop off the chair to make your way over to the very large mirror hanged up on the wall, before opening your eyes you let out a shaky exhale feeling unready to see the piercings that took you so much time to bring yourself to do.
The large bright lights of the room blind you momentarily but you grow accustomed quickly as you open your eyes, upon opening them you recognise yourself, however this time it’s yourself and two new shiny metal piercings delicately adorning your nipples.
They’re soft looking and not as harsh or punk-ish as you thought they would look which was a pleasant surprise; gently you come closer and spend more than reasonable minutes examining the pearly metals on your sore breast, softly grazing them with the tips of your fingers testing the pain, almost a little to nothing other than a soft curse escapes you at the sensitivity.
Not long after the noise of someone clearing their throat behind startles you, a wave of shame overcoming you when you realise Suna is perched up against the doorway comfortably watching you, for God knows how long, staring at yourself in one of his mirrors and moaning.
“So..?” He begins and you turn to face him shyly, he quirks an eyebrow at you but doesn’t look down at your exposed chest in restraint “Wad’ya think?”
“I think..” you look at the mirror then at him, “I think they look fucking awesome.”
His shoulders visibly relax at your words and you both exchange knowing smiles, he breaks eye contact and he reaches for you to inspect for himself his work.
“You look smug.” You grin at him and he chuckles proudly before retreating back.
“What’d you expect? You look amazing in those”
”Well, aren’t you a charmer?”
“You know me” he shrugs then points at the chair you were sitting on “Take a seat I need to take you through care and maintenance”
“Alright” you hum, hopping back on happily.
“Oh and you can pull your shit back down, slowly tho!” He reprimands and you gasp realising your shirt has been up this entire time.
“Sorry!” You squeak
“It’s all good” He reassures, taking a seat on one of his rolling stools he grabs a clipboard and hands you a neat leaflet of instructions, warnings and care essentials for nipple piercings.
He reads out pretty much everything on the leaflet and makes sure you understand everything read out to you.
“Yea so that’s pretty much everything, but either way I’m home with you to check up on anything so if you have any questions let me know”
”Gosh, thank you so much Rin. It wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be”
”Yea yeah we’ve been establishing this since the beginning but you always turnt me down”
“I said I was sorryyyyy” A thought clicks in your head “Oh! How much?”
”Huh?” He frowns.
“How much for the piercing Rinnie” you giggle, reaching for your purse that’s beside the basket to your right you pull out your wallet fishing for a wod of cash.
“Oh. Nah, it’s free don’t worry it’s on the house”
“What?” You freeze half way into handing him a 30.
”No! Wait that’s not fair? That’s not fair you used equipment on me!” You plead, shoving the cash onto his chest hurriedly “Please take it”
He sighs “Stop being a brat, I already said no. I even owe you a dinner for stressing you out so much” Suna pills your hand away softly, turning you wrist into an open palm and gently placing the cash back onto your grip.
“That makes absolutely no sense Rin” You huff in disbelief, shoving the cash back into the wallet you sit back looking up at him standing over you.
”Yeah, well, make it make sense”
You both look at eachother for several seconds after his words, warm thick air around you encapsulating your bodies closer and closer until he’s leaning further in, his arms perched on the arms rest on either side of you; his eyes perking up and down from your tits to your eyes unsure of where to look, he drops his head on your shoulder breathing slowly trying to control his thumping heartbeat against his ribs .
Unfamiliar with this intimacy you wrap your arms around him bringing your chest to his; his body heat seeping through you, unsure of what’s going on the only thing you yearn for in this moment is his skin to yours, sizzling and very wrong abstracting the very matter of the very thin veil of your remaining friendship.
“Are..you still high?” You whisper into his ear and he shivers, the grip on the seat tightening at the soft warm gust of air against his neck.
“Wouldn’t be surprised if I was…” he mumbles back, his words almost incoherent from his spot on your shoulder
You feel his arms shift from underneath you and you gasp sharply when he wraps his arms around your waist to bring your bodies impossibly close.
”So soft” he groans after a few seconds of feeling up your skin .
“Rin…” you whimper, your body almost vibrating in excitement; this feels wrong, so impossibly wrong that you want him closer until he’s buried inside your flesh.
His strong musky cologne lingers with his natural scent clouding your senses in mere seconds, unable to pull away you bring him closer. Moaning breathily when you feel him leave a wet kiss on your drumming pulse point.
”Do you know..?” He begins slowly, his voice muffled but clear against your ear “Do you know how badly I want to kiss you right now..?” He pauses when he feels you whither “Would you push me away? Would you never call me your friend again? Is that all we ever were?…You drive me insane, ‘Tsumu and ‘Samu know better than anyone.”
He laughs, exhausted with the adrenaline pushing him forward “Hell, I can’t believe neither of them ever opened their mouth and told you, they really are good friends aren’t they?.”
He gets no response, fueled by the greed of wanting to keep you in his arms longer he pulls forward .
“You don’t hate me right now right?…Please say you don’t, I know how strongly you feel for this friendship; Always keeping me wrapped around your fingers, even as children you had me protecting you like I was your knight in shining armour or something, is that what you think of me? Is that who you want me to be for you? Because if it is please have me, I’ll give every corner of my being to be all and just yours all yours-“
“Rin.” You breathe out.
He freezes, his heart splayed out on his sleeve all he can do now is see if you will place yours on your own; holding his breath he shuts his eyes waiting for your words, daunting and cruel.
“Rin…are you sure..?” You come through with a sniffle “Are you sure you want someone like me?” Gently shoving him away from you to look into the same eyes you’ve looked into your entire life.
His pretty nose, ears dusted in pink, and he’s got watery irises unable to control putting his heart on his sleeve out for you begging you to take him in any way you can.
“You’re all i’ve ever had” he replies with a nod “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, ask Atsumu or Osamu or Aran or Kita or my mother, my father, anyone!” He yells “Ever since I was a dumb kid with no self control all I could ever see was you and your dumb pigtails and stupid kiddy shovel” Suna sniffles, losing his cool.
Time stops suddenly, he waits for you to reply, he watches your face for a hint and when he sees your eyes looking into his sadly, his world coming down in seconds, all he could do was drop his head and let his tears fall to the marble shop of his store.
“Rin.” You breathe.
”Rin kiss me.”
You yell, harshly bringing his face closer with your open palms and smashing your lips together, passionately, in a bruising kiss.
You feel a knot intertwine itself in your stomach as you move your lips together in a messy rhythm, unable to pull away you bring eachother impossibly closer slowly as he crawls onto the chair with you, he reaches over, slapping around for a pedal under the chair and he lets out a pleased drawn out groan when he finds it, your bodies falling back onto the now reclined bed.
Suna nips at your bottom lip, requesting to let him in you part your lips to let out a whine and he slides his tongue smoothly through to connect your mouths further, he tastes the faded weed and wine on your tongue; the grip on the seat tightening as the rip of leather tells his nails dung into the expensive material.
He’s needy.
He leaves gentle wet bites all across the exposed expanse of your skin, starting from your neck to your clavicle then up to kiss you again messily. You think for a moment of the Rintarou you grew up with, then crane your gaze at the man who currently breathed your name like you were the only source of oxygen left in his life; a rush of blood flooded your brain and you finally realised that the man that you love could very much infact be willing to give his life up for you in this moment.
His brain is fuzzy as he feels up your warm smaller figure, gently, a soft hand is cupping his face adoringly and whispering something at him that makes him shoot up and scatter frantically across the shop.
The loud screech of the dying fuse perks your interest, he’s turnt the lights off.
He hauls himself back into the room messily snatching your hand and dragging you through the hallways like a lovesick rom com. Your breathings go ragged as you step outside and he wires the metal barrier of his store, the breezy wind of winter calming your overheated bodies in a tender swoosh.
You walk alongside eachother to the car knowing whatever happens after this has no rewind button to undo, he gives you a questioning look.
Are you sure you want this?
A small, but love-crazed smile creeps up on your lips as you take his hand in yours, the crinkle of the condoms in his pocket stirs your insides in anticipation.
Suna Rintarou, everything you’ve ever known.
You pull him down with you, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek.
“Rin, let’s go home.”