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Hastily wrapping whatever cover you could find around your body, you crept over to the door, your hand hesitantly hovering over the handle.

Should you open it?

I mean, you weren't exactly in the best situation to answer the door right now— especially since you were completely nude underneath the sheet that you grabbed off of the bed... the bed that he probably used to share with person who was standing outside the door.

What if it was an emergency? Though, she didn't seem to be in any distress...

"What's taking so long? Water's gonna get cold." Rin says, popping his head out of the bathroom, eyes still hazy and full of lust.

"The door..." you answer softly.

"Oh, shit. Did the kids wake up?"

You shook your head no, watching the wheels turn in his head as he realizes who you're referring to. He rolls his eyes, stomping out of the door, bare body valiantly on display as he pulls off the sheet from around you; he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder and giving your ass a playful smack.

"Wait!" You giggle, "what about-"

"Fuck her. If she needs anything, she knows where to find it." He says, kicking the bathroom door shut with his foot.

"Besides, I'm not finished with you yet."

"Rin..." you chuckle, as his lips press soft kisses against your dampened skin, "I need to be able to walk tomorrow."

Truthfully, the man hasn't been able to keep his hands or his lips off of you— as soon as the two of you had stepped foot in the shower he was on you again, pleasing you with his mouth, his hands... he just couldn't get enough.

" 'm sorry... just don't wanna stop touching you, feels so good." He murmurs against the crook of you neck— long, muscular arms wrapped around you tightly as his hands continue to roam all over your body.

Cupping his cheek, he pulls himself away momentarily, relishing in the feeling of your warmth again his skin.

It was just as he feared— he knew that once he gave himself to you completely, he would become addicted. It scared him, now that you literally held his aching heart in your hands... but this time, he didn't completely mind it.

Though, he still wasn't sure if he was ready to tell you how he was feeling yet. It was one thing to acknowledge his own feelings, but saying them out loud... it was still too much.

He wasn't sure how you felt; was this just a physical connection for you, or was it something deeper?

He didn't think that his heart could handle it, if it was the latter.

"Rin... I hope it's okay for me to ask you this," your voice was hushed as your fingers draw circles into the curve of his spine, cuddled up tightly against his hulking stature. "What happened between you and..."

You trail off— his silence is deafening, making you worry about whether you've crossed the line in asking him something so personal.

After a few more moments of agonizing silence, he speaks.

"We met in high school. She was a year older than me, so beautiful and kind... I was smitten with her. We dated for a year, then... she became pregnant. I was seventeen, she was eighteen and getting ready to graduate.

We both decided we wanted to raise our kids together, despite whatever struggles came our way. So, we got married. She told me to stay in school and keep pursuing my volleyball career— she knew how much I wanted to play after high school.

She put her dreams on hold for me to pursue mine; working low paying jobs and taking care of the kids until I started to play professionally and made good money. Of course, that came with a price... I was hardly ever home, and she was stuck taking care of the twins by herself most of the time.

I think she grew to resent me."

He breathed out a heavy sigh, his tone shifting to that of a melancholic one. You gave him a consoling squeeze, to which he responded with a peck at the top of your head before continuing.

"She cheated. Blamed me for not paying enough attention to her, for not being around more— but I couldn't help that, ya know? It was my job. I was just trying to do my part, for all the hard work she'd done and the sacrifices she'd made for our kids... but I guess that wasn't enough."

You weren't sure what to say; you honestly weren't expecting him to unload all of that information. Maybe a few words, a brief description... but he became an open book, his heart pouring out for you to listen.

"I spent so much time hating myself— thought it was my fault. If she didn't despise me so much, my kids would still have a mom."

His voice wavers, and you swear you could feel a tepid drop fall against your cheek from above. Your hand searches for his face, the soft pad of your thumb wiping away any remnants of salty tears that threatened to further dampen your skin.

"It's not your fault." You reassure. "You both did the best you could, given your situation... you just weren't compatible, and that's okay.

I'm not saying what she did was right, it definitely wasn't... and I'm so sorry that you had to go through that— I know how badly it can hurt..."

"I'm sorry, y/n. I was such a dick to you before, shoulda been more supportive. I'm just not very good with, uh—feelings."

"It's alright." You chuckle. "Truth be told, I'm not either. We've both been hurt pretty badly... and maybe two broken people aren't the best at this sort of thing, but..."

You stop yourself, not wanting to say what you're feeling in this instant. It's eerie, just how much you and Suna are alike; maybe in the worst ways possible.

"... but?" He asks, curious if you're thinking what he's thinking.

You sigh— you've already said too much, might as well finish what you've started.

"Remember what you said to me before? In the kitchen that one night, you asked if we could 'make each other feel better.' I know at the time you meant it physically, but... maybe we could, um— If you want to, I mean..."

"Spit it out, weirdo." He hums— just as anxious to hear your mess of a confession, as you are to sputter it out.

"What I'm trying to say is... tonight was really shitty for me, but being here with you now... I feel, limitless. Like I can do anything, take on my shitty family, their twisted ideologies, my piece of shit ex-boyfriend, maybe even the world.

I probably sound so stupid, but something my father said to me earlier really made me feel like I was unlovable, only worth what I could offer him, or anyone else for that matter... but you made me feel wanted, lov-"

Oops.

"Um, basically, I want to be that for you, too. I wanna make you feel those things, and I hope I've done that at least a little bit so far. Maybe we could be that for each other... if you get what I'm saying."

Maybe to anyone else that wouldn't have made a lick of sense, but Suna Rintarou understood your jumbled thoughts perfectly clear.

He pulled you close— the room was pitch black, and and although his sight escaped him, he didn't need it to find your lips. Your shallow breathing served as a beacon straight to his pillowy destination, your warm lips against his as he kissed you with such fiery passion.

Rintarou wasn't great with self- expression, but he hoped that you understood him without the use of words.

More than that, he hoped that you could feel how much you truly meant to him by the way he drank you in, as if you were his life force— the very essence that fueled his splintered soul.

Fuck, you had no idea how much he needed this... how much he needed you. Honestly, he didn't even know it either, until this very moment.

Or, maybe you did know it, because... well, you were feeling it too.

Two broken people unknowingly held all the right pieces needed to mend the other whole again.

If only things could be so simple; if only that could be enough— and it was... for tonight. Outside forces still remained threatening to your happiness, but the rest of the world could burn for all you cared, as long as you remained here in his arms.

Maybe he can't tell you that he loves you— not yet at least, but... he can show you, in the best way he knows how.

For a moment, he breaks away from your lips; you feel him smirk against them, his breath staggered and heavy as he attempts to catch it. He laces his fingers with yours— a small act of intimacy that you've grown to love, before answering your question with the use of words, this time.

"I'd love that."