"Being in love is nonsensical." Suna sighed to their informal group of anatomy students, stating his stance on the topic for the millionth time, much to Sakuno's displeasure. They were in complete gear, the mask, gloves, lab coat, and goggles, as they studied the cadaver their professor left for them.
"That's no reason to be single, though." Their classmate, Nakamura, said while taking down notes on his clipboard. "Want me to introduce you to someone?"
Sakuno smirked to herself, hearing this. She looked up at Suna from her note-taking, knowing her friend was surely miffed by the topic. It was as if it had just been yesterday that Suna told her that silly American idiom. 'If I had a nickel for every time somebody asked me that, I'd be a millionaire.' He said.
"Before you go introducing him around, Nakamura," Sakuraba joined in with a light flush on her cheeks. "He should focus on those he already knows. Right, Ryuzaki-san?"
Sakuno blinked at her notebook, caught off guard.
"I don't really know." She said.
"Besides, falling in love is just great." Nakamura continued, now fully abandoning his notes. "You're always on the edge of your seat. Colors are brighter. Food tastes better. Life's exciting and filled with meaning."
"All that from two days of dating," Oochi commented in a light jab as he examined the muscles of the dead pale hand he held. "Imagine when they reach a month." To which the group fell in laughter.
"But seriously though, Sunagawa." Nakamura pulled a reluctant Suna next to him. "Don't you want to fall in love?"
"He doesn't." Sakuno said suddenly and impulsively. Realizing she did, her eyes grew wide at the puzzled faces that looked back at her. On Nakamura's hold, Suna was cringing uncomfortably. "I, uh, he said so himself. It's nonsensical. The mood swings, the erratic behavior, the happiness then suddenly depression." As she spoke, her eyes slowly widened in recollection, Yamato's words suddenly dawning in. "The irrational anger…" She drifted off, suddenly understanding, in an unfounded inkling, then maybe in absolute uncertainty. "It's illogical to let someone take a hold of how you felt, he said."
"You can't possibly believe that, Ryuzaki." Nakamura groaned. "You're dating that hotshot too!"
Sakuno turned to Suna with a gaze that seemed to looked deeper into him. To this day, she was still trying to figure him out.
"I am."
She could swear Suna's gaze widened.
"I mean," Sakuno immediately turned to Nakamura. "Of course I don't."
Later on, when they were packing up, Sakuno walked up to Suna to apologize.
"I'm sorry I said it." She told him, dejected. "I— it just slipped out. I'm really sorry."
It took a while, but the moment after Suna closed his book bag, he turned to Sakuno with a small smile.
"It's no problem."
"Really?"
The handsome young man nodded.
"Library?" He asked, inviting. To which Sakuno smiled, grabbing her bag.
It seemed normal. He seemed normal. But – as Sakuno walked beside her quiet friend – she had a suspicion it wasn't. She felt something had drastically changed. she just didn't know what.