Note: Got My Hair Done, Had To Self Project Lmao And Then It Got Really Long And Sappy

Note: got my hair done, had to self project lmao and then it got really long and sappy

[text logs of Y/N and Sunarin]:

You: so it’s almost the new semester

Suna: oh is it really?

You: 🙄💀 shut up

You: you know what I mean

Suna: is it time?

You: it’s time

“It’s time,” you’d said. Time for your pre-semester makeover. For reasons Suna has never pretended to understand, you insist on being the hottest person in the lecture hall, semester after semester - at least for the first week before you default to barely brushed hair and wearing his clothes every day.

It’s always something different, depending on your mood and budget. One year it was just your nails. Most years, it’s a haircut of some sort. One year, it was a few new outfits that made him forget how to breathe.

It’s time - and you refused to tell Rin what your makeover would be this semester. Until…

He hears his door open. It’s you, with his spare key, shouting, “Rin!” as soon as you shut and lock the door behind you. “Come look!”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

With all the athleticism of a two year old, he sprints through the house on socked feet, slipping on his tiled floor and almost busting his head open in his rush to see his pretty girl. He’s been fantasizing about previous versions of you all day; poor guy is about to die because every version of you is the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. Every time.

There you are now, hair cut short, highlighted in bold colors. He remembers days gone by when you didn’t have confidence for any of this, hiding behind curtains of undyed, barely styled hair, but now you beam at him like you own the world. And you do. His world.

The sight of you stops him in his tracks. “Fuck,” he whispers. “Fuck me. Baby, I’m going to have to learn boxing or something.” He scans all around your face, moving his head around to observe the way the color changes under the light.

Tipping your head, you tease, “Why’s that? Volleyball not enough of a workout for you?”

“Every year, you get prettier, and I have to fight off more suitors. Damn, you’re gorgeous.” He finally comes close enough to touch you, to drag his fingers through your hair. He kisses the top of your head, then your forehead, then…

You whisper, “You tease,” when he lingers millimeters from your lips. Hooking two fingers into his belt loops, you tug him forward. he stumbles a bit, straightens up away from your face, though the rest of him is closer than before. “Thank you.”

“…For?” He raises his eyebrows.

With a shrug, you respond. “For being you. For convincing me I’m pretty enough for… all this. And for loving my personality too. You know… You remember how I was when we started dating, and I only grew this much because you convinced me it was okay. Convinced me that I had to before you left me behind.”

“I would never leave you behind.” Rin sounds scandalized but the very thought.

“I know that now. But once I started looking for ways to be better for you, I found ways to be better for me too.”

There are no words to his response. Just soft, emotion-filled eyes and his hands creeping into the back pocket of your jeans. “Thank you. For looking this hot and still coming back to me every time.”

It’s not romantic, objectively speaking. But there’s a lot he’s said there without saying it. It’s in his tone, his stance, his eyes. It’s in every fiber of his being that doesn’t need words.

It’s, I love you. I’m proud of you. You can do whatever you want with me because I trust that it will only be good. I never want to lose you.

It’s a language the two of you are still developing, your own unreliable way of saying things without really saying them.

“Shut up, loser. Now get your hands out of my pockets and make me some dinner.”

“Is that any way to speak to your loving boyfriend?”

“It is when I’ve spent the last three hours in the salon. Come on, gimmie food.”

“So demanding.”

“Rin.”

“Yes, darling. Right away, darling.”

“…We can go for ice cream after this.”

“I have ice cream in the freezer.”

“Rin.”

“Yes ma’am, we’re going for ice cream after this. It’s a date. Me and the most beautiful woman in the universe.”