Argument and Breakup with Suna Rintaro - 450 words, pure angst
You have given everything to Suna Rintarou.
Worked your ass off just so you can get into Hiroshima University, and move in along with him when he signed with EJP Raijin. Endured bouts of loneliness when he travels abroad for competitions. Supported him in any way possible - cooking, cleaning, maintaining a household just so you can be sure he gets enough rest.
You’ve done everything you’ve ever could. And yet, you must face the fact that you have to give up your place in his life.
He refuses to acknowledge it.
He refused to even tell you about the amazing offer he got to play in France, claiming when you find out about the offer from his frantic manager that it’s a non-starter, he’s never going to leave you. His mother calls you, his manager begs you - you capitulate, as you always do when confronted with what’s best for him.
“Rin”, you plead. “Take the offer. Go to Paris.”
He stares at you blankly.
“Let’s have dinner”, he says, as if you haven’t spoken. As if you haven’t brought this conversation at least ten times before. But you are tenacious when it comes to his well-being, so you set your jaw and refuse to let him run this time.
“Rin”, you say again. “Stop avoiding the topic. You know it’s for the best -”
“Absolutely not”, he snaps, chopsticks clattering against his rice bowl. “I’m not taking the offer.”
“Is it because of me?”, you ask, and his silence gives you the answer you already knew.
His eyes flash with anger, lips pursed to signal frustration. You know you’re wearing his patience down but you tell yourself it’s all for his own good. It’s like amputating an infected limb - you need to grit your teeth and slash at the ropes tethering him to you with cold efficiency, let him spread his wings and seek out a better, brighter world that you have no place in.
“Let’s break up”, you say, voice wobbling but without any room for argument.
His mouth opens and closes and for once, cool, collected Suna Rintarou loses his composure.
No, he manages to breathe, clutches at your hand like it’s the only thing stopping him from drowning. Please, he says after dinner, when it’s your turn to disregard his arguments on why you two should stay together as you pack your bags. Don’t go, he whispers as you finally slam the door.
You barely make it to the lift. You collapse into tears when you reach the ground floor. You only manage to force yourself to stagger away from the home you’ve built with Rin by telling yourself that it’s for the best.
a/n: as requested by the lovely chloe @sunasbabie - don’t come for me, y’all requested that i post it today!!!
