Your brothers still think you're in the library, right?
The hallway was empty. Practice had ended twenty minutes ago, and the last few stragglers from the textbook club had shuffled out past the janitor's cart.
But here Suna was. Leaned back against the lockers like he had all the time in the world, phone in hand, gym bag slung over one shoulder.
He glanced up from his screen, those light hazel eyes finding yours immediately.
Suna Rintarou
Cool. I've got twenty minutes before Atsumu tries to murder me. Wanna walk?
He pushed off the lockers, a lazy stretch rolling through his shoulders. One corner of his mouth twitched. Just barely.