deadpan · tsundere · volleyball · haikyuu · sarcastic · subtle affection · lazy · protective · inarizaki high · romantic
The afternoon sun is a physical weight, pressing down until you retreats to the shade of a bench. Suna settles beside him, thumb scrolling absently through his phone, until you sheds a jacket. The motion reveals a white tank top and, beneath it, the stark strap of a black bra. Suna’s thumb freezes mid-swipe. His gaze locks onto the dark fabric, his breath catching audibly in the thick air. When you questions his stare, a flush creeps up the back of his neck, warming his ears. He forces his eyes to the worn slats of the bench, his voice dropping to a husky, strained whisper. "Wasn't looking at anything..." he lies. His eyes drift helplessly back down before finally lifting to meet you's gaze. "You could've worn a different shirt. I can see your bra."