Troublemaker (Suna x Reader)

Headcanon: Of all the hugs she received, [Name]'s favorite are Atsumu's.

[Last name] [Name] was a simple being, really. To understand her ways, you just had to understand one thing; everything she does is for herself. It might sound self-serving, but that's far from the truth. Perhaps, saying her actions don't depend on anyone else's opinion would be a better way to phrase it. If she wanted to do something, it wouldn't be in favor of pleasing or displeasing anyone. She considered those reactions as by-products and disregarded them. She didn't need anyone's approval, but her own, that was also one of the reasons she didn't make friends.Back when she was just a child, she looked at the people around her and could only see biased behavior. Behavior biased by belief, popular opinion, a desire for approval and, more often than not, hate. She noticed every change in a person's behavior depending on who they were with, and she thought it was pathetic how they changed their entire perspective of one thing based on how the other viewed it.

She told herself she'd never be like that, thus, people disliked her. For her age, she was already very mature, but that was to be expected when raised by the [Last name] family, a family of warriors and military geniuses. From as young as four years-old, discipline and maturity were drilled into her by her grandparents, her grandmother being much less tolerant than her grandfather.

She was taught to assess any dangerous situation, to anticipate a person's move (whether it be during a conversation or during a fight) and to rethink her every words and actions.

"Never say more than you need to. Say enough to answer the questions, but don't reveal details that could give you an advantage in the future." That was what her grandmother told her every day during her training. Eventually, that one advice was ever-present in her life. Her way of answering people was instinctively dry, which made people think she was cold.

She was trained to become the best weapon there was, but she was never overwhelmed by pressure, nor did she feel neglected in any way. She was cared for, and she was taught to be that way as well.

[Last name] [Name] never had any friends, but now that she has one, she will protect him with her life.

"When you grow up, you will have duties, but do not forget that one of them is to protect the ones you care for. They should be your top priority." Another rule her grandmother had drilled into her.

"What's yer favorite ice cream flavor?" She was snapped out of her thoughts by a surprisingly calm blond. She looked at him, watching a soft smile etch onto his features as he looked at her. His eyes reminded her of the sunrise she loved to watch during Summertime, even the warmth he gave off felt like it.

"It's almost Winter, you know?" He rolled his eyes, settling his head in his palm.

"So what? Ya want me ta ask what's yer favorite coat brand?" She would've stifled it if it were anyone else, but she let herself laugh freely in front of him. She was taught not to let herself get distracted, but it was him. It was quiet, almost inaudible, but it still made Atsumu's smile widen.

"I like [favorite flavor]." Their legs were forced to intertwine under her desk, but neither of them was bothered. The warmth they gave the other was soothing and welcomed, like snuggling in a warm blanket during a cold day. He nodded, straightening up as if that would help him think.

"Yeah, I like that one, but I'd have ta go with [least favorite flavor] as my number one." Her eyes almost immediately narrowed.

"You have absolutely no right to compare that monstrosity with [favorite flavor]." That was the most childish thing she'd said in quite a while. Apparently, Atsumu had taken it personally.