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「balsamic vinegar」

warnings: suna rintarou x f!reader. fluff. like two suggestive lines.

never would you have thought that there comes a day when you’d have the miya atsumu begging for your help.

“baby, please, make him stop. i can’t do this anymore.”

post practice, the national team’s setter had ambushed you outside the changing rooms in a desperate bid for social survival.

you ignore his pleading expression, adamantly focusing on the press release draft on your screen. “he’s your problem.”

“no, see, that’s the thing,” aran says with a shake his head. “he wants to make himself your problem.”

“i don’t even follow him!”

“why not? lord, queen, your majesty, the goddess of mercy herself,” the setter just about cries, “take pity on us mortals and just follow sunarin back!”

for once in his life, aran approves of his teammate’s overreaction. “it’d save everyone everywhere a whole lotta trouble. my soul’s like crushed from the secondhand embarrassment.”

you frown. “go ask his publicist.”

“you’re his publicist!”

“was,” you sniff, lowering your phone. “working for the adlers is doing wonders for my will to live.”

“what about my will to live?” the twenty-seven year old slides down the wall like a pile of gravy. “‘m your favourite setter!”

you stare at the blond. “moving on…” you clear your throat. atsumu glares up at you. “if nothing else works, email iwaizumi.”

his scowl turns into disbelief. “i can’t email iwa-chan ‘bout this! i hope to a nicer god than you that he doesn’t even see whatever the fuck sunarin’s doin’.”

you scoff. with oikawa tooru as a best friend and kuroo tetsurou as a colleague, there’s no way their athletic trainer hasn’t seen suna’s frequent updates.

“coach hibarida? management?” you list off. “ask tetsu to ask kenma to lock suna out of his ig account.”

“that’s not how rich works,” aran sighs. “and it’s not like you don’t know suna. he won’t stop ‘til he proves you wrong.” 

“there’s nothing to prove!”

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