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And I know that we both can forget all the rest If we just can Admit that

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→ heartbroken after breaking up with his ex, suna rintaro hits up an old flame to ease the pain. or at least using you to get someone off his mind was what he intended, until suna realizes that maybe, you were the real one he truly wanted to forget.

cw. angst. fluff. timeskip. unedited.

notes. reblogs / feedbacks / comments are appreciated <33 not the katy perry song i said it would be but i found this song was more fitting :(

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You were happy once.

Pairing: Rintaro Suna x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, a prompt from this screenshot.

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“I feel like I’ve never been happy. There’s always just… something.” You pushed the hair out of your face, cold and wet from the pouring rain and cheeks stained from crying for what felt like an eternity.

Suna’s mouth curved into a small smile. A passive smirk - accompanied by a soft shake of his head.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked, looking away as you began to question the past few minutes. This was the first time you’d seen each other in years.

This was also the first time someone asked you how you were, and genuinely wanted to know, in a very long time.

“You’re lying.” Suna shrugged, resting his hand on top of yours; ring-adorned fingers interlacing with your own.

But you weren’t. Nothing you’d said had been a lie. You’d just opened your heart to your ex partner, the man you’d loved with everything you had, the one you’d never moved on from, the one you’d bared your soul to only to end up crushed when your relationship had reached its inevitable demise.

“Stop overthinking.” Suna’s golden eyes gazed into yours. He carefully studied your features, features he’d fallen in love with years prior and had never forgotten. He used to swear if he was an artist he could draw your portrait from memory, no matter how much time had passed since he’d seen you.

You hesitated for a moment.

“…Why would you say I’m lying, Rintaro?”

He knew you better than you knew yourself. He knew how badly you wanted to stay together, how much you wanted to stay by his side. He knew it. He spent every day missing you and knew it was his own damn fault for ending things and spending two years abroad.

“Because you are.” His hand left yours for a moment only to pour himself a fresh cup of coffee. It was only once he’d taken a few sips and set his mug back down that he continued. “Only about one thing, though.”

He had to. When he lost his parents, he lost himself. The only thing keeping him together was you.

Suna didn’t want that for you.

He didn’t want you to be his emotional punching bag. He didn’t want to drain you with his grief; spend his days crying and processing the horrific accident that he couldn’t get out of his head. He didn’t want to tell you about the survivors guilt, because he knew you’d tell him how valuable he was. How much you loved him and cared for him, how the accident was the other person’s fault.

He knew it was, but it didn’t change the fact that he was driving. He’d wondered if he’d even had a fraction of a second longer, if he could’ve swerved and spared the lives of the only family members he had.

He couldn’t stop these thoughts, and he didn’t want to subject you to them.

You understood. When he ended your relationship, you insisted it was okay. Told him you could handle it. You wanted to.

But he didn’t want that for you, and he had to heal on his own terms.

Running into him two years later at your favourite diner was not a coincidence. You’d spent every Tuesday evening there since you’d been in high school. It was your place together.

After he left, you continued to come every week, even though you were alone, waiting, hoping for him to show up again and come back into your life.

And to your disbelief, on a rainy May evening, he did.

“And?” You smiled when you heard a small chuckle in response to your question. A sound you’d missed more than anything else. “What’s the one thing?”

“You said you’ve never been happy.” Suna squeezed your hands in his. “But you have. You were happy once - with me.”

“Rin…” A second round of tears threatened to slide down your cheeks. This year had been hard. Last year had been hard. Life has been hard and he was right, you were happy with him. After he left everything felt like it just kept falling apart and never stopped.

He tilted your chin up to force you to look into his eyes. His tired, golden eyes tinted the lightest shade of red made you realize his own emotion had started to get the best of him.

“I came back for you.” Suna spoke in a quiet, comforting tone. His deep voice softened as he continued, “I told you I would. I promised you. I’m sorry I left, I just had to and I-”

“Rin, it’s okay. You needed to heal.”

“I did.” Suna nodded. “I’m finally feeling better and now it’s time.”

“For what?” You asked.

Suna slid out of his seat and sat down next to you in the booth. He put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

“Time to make you happy again.”

Tim Wright can't do this anymore...

Art under the cut 👇👇

I tried making him look soaked in rain and I have to say it looks pretty gooooodd :3