「 CRY FOR ME 」 ♡ ACT X : BITTER LOVE
PAIRING : Suna Rintarō x Reader.
TAGS/WARNINGS : NSFW. Fake Dating. Unrequited Love. Profanity. Enemies (not really) to Lovers. Friends with Benefits. Not very canon compliant.
SYNOPSIS : You have been in love with your best friend Sakusa Kiyoomi for as long as you can remember. The problem? He is in love with somebody else. And for you to snag even the tiniest bit of his affections, it seems like you would willingly go through drastic measures.. Even if it means teaming up with his lifelong rival, Suna Rintarō
BEGGING U SERIOUSLY PS PS PS PLEASE LOOK AT THIS NOTE : Act title inspired by this song from Pia Mia which I listened to religiously while writing. 10k words for Act X! I am so sorry for the wait. I didn’t have enough time to edit this and I wrote this with a very new and anxiety inducing approach. I’ve never written purely driven by emotions but this act was exactly that. Every time I feel like giving up on the series, it’s the love and feedback I receive for it that keeps me going. I’ll finish this series with you and I’m so happy to be able to put this out hehe. I love u all so much thank u for waiting!
There’s radio silence everywhere. Your room, the living room, the doors of Kiyoomi’s bedroom. It seems as though the others knew not to leave theirs and make a commotion—neither of them making a move to interfere as four people’s hearts break over each passing second. No one knew the weight of it all. But they at least know not to make light of it either. Everyone pretends like everything is fine—like there isn’t an almost tangible tension hanging in the air.
He can hear the television in the twins’ room playing faintly in the background. Maybe they can hear your cries too, maybe they can hear hers. Perhaps Suna’s heart beats a lot louder than he believes it to and Sakusa’s own breaks into little pieces by the second. Everyone is trying to ignore the situation they know nothing of, drowning it with their own laughter and the sound of their radios and televisions. That way, maybe they can hold on to the friendships they can almost see falling apart. They won’t choose a side. It’s hard enough to see the looks on all your faces whenever you’re in a room together. There’s an impending doom they can see coming sooner or later. Maybe if they ignore it, all four of you can continue pretending to be happy.
Suna is making all kinds of scenarios in his head. It’s easier to hold on to ideas that everything will end up being fine if he just ignores it—if he pretends like everything is fine and holds on to the relationships he doesn’t want to break, he doesn’t want to lose. It’s way more convenient than wallowing in the endless loop of despair that wouldn’t stop sinking its claws to him.
That’s almost impossible, though. Because now, it’s a lot later than he originally thought. She’s taken a much longer time sobbing against his chest than he expected her to. The anxious tapping of his finger mixes with the faint sounds coming from every room of the house. He tries not to stop. Maybe tapping and tapping, over and over, would drown out the sound of your heavy breaths in the room you shared. That should save him the pain of hearing you cry in pain.