Thread by @IDtsuKei

#sunatsukki angst incoming !!!

Three weeks.

It had been three weeks since he had last seen Rintarou. Or well, maybe he was Suna again.

He had scoffed, brushed off the warnings of moving in with your boyfriend when they had signed the lease. Surely him and Rintarou were different. They understood each

Other. They were willing to put up with the ugly sides to their partners.

Until they weren’t.

Evenings spent cuddling on their second hand couch turned to evenings with one of their dinners getting cold, no word when the other one would be home. Playful banter turned into

Cutting remarks, aimed to hurt. Things the two of them used to do together, suddenly becoming a solo act. Kei wasn’t even sure when the last time Rintarou had touched him was, when they had last slept next to each other.

He shouldn’t have been surprised, really, when the black

Haired middle blocker asked for a break. When he said he was moving out to stay with someone he knew. He shouldn’t have been surprised, but he was. The screaming match after Rintarou’s announcement didn’t help their cause, and when the door slammed shut, Kei felt something in him

Slam shut with it.

A break, he figured, could help them. I mean, they had signed a lease together, they were pretty much stuck. A few weeks apart, distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that bull.

A break is a break, until. Until Rintarou showed up one night, startling

Kei from where he sat lounging on the couch. He was here for his things, he said. Three weeks apart and he was happier than he had been for months, he said.

Kei sat in frozen silence as he packed. Watched as he slowly, precisely, removed every trace of himself from their—now

Kei’s—apartment. What about the rent? Both of their names were on the lease for at least four more months, he signed a contract, Kei argued, trying to spark some feeling other than the icy cold shards of loneliness.

His argument was squashed quickly, like he had already thought

This through. He’d pay his share of the rent, until Kei found a new place or the lease was due. Then it was out of his hands. That was the price he would pay to rid himself of Kei, Kei thought to himself on the couch. He couldn’t bring himself to watch, instead turning away to

Stare out of their—no, his—window. He was content to spend this time ignoring reality, until suddenly Rintarou—no, suna—was in front of him. He can’t find a hoodie, his old one from high school, you know the one.

Kei did know the one, and he knew exactly where it was. It was

Under the covers of the bed, tangled in the blankets Kei had used to form a makeshift Suna in his absence. He knew exactly where it was because he had been wearing it to bed every night.

He lied, of course, pretended like he had no clue where it was. It’s not his responsibility

To keep track of Suna’s belongings, not anymore, he argued. He wanted the fight, wanted to have Suna’s attention on him even if it was negative. It was his favorite hoodie, he never went on a trip without it, surely he wouldn’t give it up. He started to argue, started to push

Back until Kei opened his mouth.

‘Leave. If that’s what you’re doing, go.’

Suna just nodded, grabbed his things and left. Left his keys on the counter in the kitchen. Left Kei’s heart bleeding on their floor.

At least, he thought to himself as he laid in their—no, his—bed,

At least he would always have this. Suna may have taken everything else, but Kei would keep this hoodie.