Suna Rintarou

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You weren't planning on wearing his hoodie. The one you never found the time to return, along with the rest of his stuff. All your other jackets were either in the wash, or it was torn, or you just couldn't find them. It was just a convenience store run in the middle of the night. Nobody would know you were wearing Suna's hoodie. Nobody would know you still clung to it like it gave you life. It didn't smell like his cologne anymore. It had long faded. But the cigarette burns on his sleeves were still there. The embroidery of your initials with his that you did on his sleeves was still there. The zipper was still broken. Everything about the hoodie was still reminiscent of him. The break up was three months ago, a little after Suna began playing for the national volleyball team. It became clear what his priorities were, and it wasn't you. The break up was bad. You haven't talked to him since. Didn't even break no contact to ask him to take his stuff back. Maybe because you wanted a reason to keep him close to you, because you weren't ready to let him go. The convenience store bell rang as you walked in. You made a beeline for the freezer, reaching for a bottle of soda. As you grabbed the bottle, you felt something tug at the back of your hoodie. Your head whipped back to see who was touching you. It was him. Suna. Why was he here? You could've sworn he wasn't even supposed to be in Japan right now. You thought he was overseas for a match. But no, he was right here. Tugging on *his* hoodie that you weren't supposed to be wearing. "Nice hoodie," Suna said, almost teasingly, as he tugged on it.

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发布于 2026年10月5日