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It was a hard adjustment at first, having to get used to life without Kita and Aran there to look over them. After a few weeks of wallowing in the sadness of the loss of their senior’s company, the twins started to feel a bit excited once they grasped their new living arrangements.
This was their first real taste of independence, a fresh perspective after having spent their entire lives up until that point working within a strict schedule. Kita wasn’t there to gather them at dawn to clean the temple, to work closely with them and ensure they didn’t push off responsibilities.
While Aran had shown them the way to do repairs, how to get the proper firewood, and ways to preserve their food it mattered little when the twins didn’t have him there to remind them to keep up with it. Instead they focused on their favorite things to do. Osamu would often use far too much food while making meals, opting to create more complex dishes at the expense of their food stores.
Atsumu would constantly practice his skills at archery, and while he did improve rapidly, even without his teacher there to guide him, the rice fields Kita used to take him to care for sat ignored by the young kitsune.
It’s not as if they never worked, they still went every day and straightened up the temple, just at a much later time than their previous dawn excursions. The deep cleaning that Kita favored doing every ten sunrises was pushed back until it was far too noticeable to avoid any longer. They did want to make sure their goddess Inari had a clean and beautiful temple to return to, they just couldn’t see the point of spending so much time on the little things that would most likely never be noticed.
Their attitudes changed that first winter, when the early signs of chill started seeping into their home.
Atsumu and Osamu had been wrestling over a petty disagreement, dirt and mud covering their clothes from where they were trying their best to pin each other down to declare victory.
Osamu has his brother pinned in a head lock, straining against Atsumu’s best attempts to free himself when a frantic series of harsh hits against his side has him rushing to let go, fearing he might have used too much force and accidentally hurt the other.
Instead Atsumu pushes himself off the ground, fox ears twitching as if trying to catch the sound of something miles away. It didn’t look as if he was hurt by Osamu, and if he knew his twin that meant this was a ploy for him to let his guard down. One that would result in Osamu lying on the ground with a face full of dirt.
“The hell did ya want ta get up fer scrub? I was winnin’ fair and square and if ya try anythin’ now it don’t count. Ya know the punishment fer cheatin’ is a free dunk in the lake.”
Atsumu’s hand slaps against Osamu’s mouth, forcing him to stop talking and shut it, lest he get a mouthful of dirt, sweat, and goddess knew what else.
In retaliation he stomps his foot as hard as he can against Atsumu’s own, forcing his brother to let go of him with a pained yelp, hands unconsciously coming to cradle his now throbbing foot.
“Oww, the fuck ‘Samu! Stop bein’ a jerk, this is actually important!”
Osamu just raises an unimpressed eyebrow, waiting for Atsumu to continue, not expecting anything actually important to be spoken.
“The wind, ‘Samu.” Atsumu whispers, like it was some kind of secret between the two of them.
“Seriously, the wind? Ya could’ve just admitted ya lost instead a makin’ up some bull shit lie but this is a new low, even fer-” A particularly harsh gust of icy air hits Osamu then, ending whatever rant he was about to go on to his brother.
Osamu’s grey tinted eyes widen in understanding, immediately coming to meet Atsumu’s own honey pair. They stand in silence for a moment before shouting in unison, “The plants!”
The two sprint off in opposite directions, dirt flying behind them as they race to the fields left in their care. The gardens, which Osamu had learned to care for from Aran, were located to the left of their home, which the rice fields Atsumu was instructed by Kita to watch over sat sprawling in the back of the barrier’s borders.
Osamu collapses to his knees once the plants are in sight, moving close to see what kind of damage had been left in wake of his neglect.
The weeds that he was supposed to be looking out for had completely overtaken the vegetable crop, invading the space and twisting harshly around the normally strong green stalks. Leaves wilted and sagged under the weight of the few veggies that had managed to grow.
Not that they were usable, each one was either far too small to be of any use in sustaining them for the upcoming winter months or had holes eaten into them by different pests he hadn’t gone out to pluck away from the crops.
At least the root vegetables when Osamu plucked one out seemed to be relatively fine. A little on the smaller side, but at least they will have plenty of daikon, nagaimo, and satsumaimo, although he’s sure it’s going to be hard to make new meals based around those all winter long.
Atsumu on the other hand felt near tears when he finally skidded to a stop at the rice fields. It appeared as though something had dug up large areas of land, decimating the rice in the process. Everywhere he looked he saw the destruction of what Kita had once spent so long caring for and maintaining day after day for the past century.
It must have been the foxes or maybe some other wild animal from the woods that destroyed the fields. The one thing Atsumu and Osamu never forgot or pushed off doing was feeding the foxes so it couldn’t have been them.
That meant Atsumu would need to figure out which animal was responsible and either hunt them or find ways to deter them from coming back. Kita was always partial to deterring them, not waiting to kill the creature unless it would be unavoidable.
Typically, managing to get them behind the barrier was good enough, most didn’t bother to get back inside, the way Inari-sama had created it meant it would only make foxes and rabbits feel comfortable coming inside, the foxes for obvious reasons and the rabbits to feed the foxes. All other animals would feel some type of warning from their instincts, causing them to find other places to go.
Whatever the case, not only would he need to stake out the rice fields until he found the mystery animal, but he’s gonna need to completely redo the entire field once spring arrives. Starting now would only serve to be a fool's errand, not when winter always hits them practically overnight here.
The twins rush back to the house, coming around the corner too quickly and ramming into the other. Rather than delve into a fight like they’d normally do, the two stand and run into the building, eager to get out of the now constantly blowing winds.
Atsumu’s first to speak, voice raising before Osamu could try and report what he saw on his trip. “The rice fields, ‘Samu. They’re completely ripped up, some animal other than the foxes must’ve gotten past the barrier and ruined ‘em!”
“Weeds and bugs got ta the veggies, I ain’t seen the fruit trees yet but those’re usually fine on their own. Most I could save were all the daikon and other root shit. We messed up ‘Tsumu.”
“So that means…” Atsumu drifts off, not exactly excited for how this will impact their meals for the next handful of months.
“It’s fine,” Osamu starts, cutting off his twin’s worries before they can truly begin. “We still got plenty of rice saved and the daikon and nagaimo can work well with it. I’ll go fishin’ until the lake freezes and stock up, salt or dry ‘em. We ain’t gonna starve, just have ta eat plain rice and fish with daikon all winter.”
Atsumu crosses his arms, staring at the floor as he scuffs it with his foot.
“What’s wrong, ‘Tsumu? It’s both of our faults so don’t feel too bad about it. We’re just gonna have ta step it up next season.”
“Kita-san’s rice,” Atsumu mumbles, voice barely audible above the gusts of wind outside their windows.
It takes Osamu a moment to register his words, eyes softening and arms moving to hold his brother once he does. Atsumu’s cries aren’t loud like they typically are, no wailing or dramatic sniffles and sobs. Osamu almost wouldn’t know that he’s crying at all if not for the tears falling on his shoulder and the subtle tremor of his shoulders.
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After that year the twins spend the next half century following Kita and Aran’s teachings to the letter. The last thing they wanted was anything happening like that again.
Even with cleaning they didn’t take any chances of getting lazy or complicit. Each morning the twins rolled out of their beds at dawn and made their way to the temple, and each ten sunrises they would remove everything and ensure not a single corner was unwashed.
Before they knew it they received a visit from one of Inari-sama’s personal shrine foxes, dressed up in a red rope and paper talisman. The fox ran around, getting their attention before sprinting back towards the barrier.
Atsumu and Osamu looked at each other from the entrance to the temple which they had been cleaning for the past few hours.
Osamu’s the one whose shock wears off first, a smile slowly growing until he’s beaming at his brother, the kitsune tail behind him swinging side to side in excitement. After seeing the joy on his twin’s face Atsumu’s own doesn’t take any longer to follow.
Somehow, without them even realizing, they had reached their first century and would finally leave the boundary and see Kita and Aran again. Not to mention all the other gods and spirits who lived on the outside.
It doesn’t take much longer for them to finish cleaning the temple, still taking care to be through even in their rush and anticipation, and go to gather their few belongings. Atsumu only took his few changes of clothes and his beloved bow and set of hand carved arrows.
Osamu did much the same, but instead of an archery set grabbed his favorite set of knives and his fishing rod, the same one Aran had carved for him when he was young.
The two run to the temple and enter, giving offerings and bowing to thank Inari-sama for her blessings and care over the past century. Once they straighten up the two look at each other, a silent challenge burning in their eyes before turning around and sprinting to the barrier, pushing the other to try and get ahead.
Their departure is met with little fanfare, leaving behind the silent place they’d called home for so long. Outside of the barrier they would each get a blessing from Inari-sama, granting them immortality and shrines of their own. Kita and Aran were there waiting for the two of them to crash back into their lives.
Finally, finally they could truly start living.
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The twins break through the barrier, tripping over each other in their rush to finally see what the outside world looks like.
Tall trees surround them when they skid to a halt in the middle of a clearing. Surprisingly, the forest isn’t blooming with the fresh greens of early spring like the one behind the barrier. Instead they’re greeted with gently falling leaves of orange, yellow, and red, the floor under their feet already coated in a fine layer.
The sound of crinkling leaves being crushed underfoot causes the twins to whip their heads around, turning to see what caused the noise. Shouts of excitement and joy spill past their lips when they see two familiar figures standing behind where the barrier exit must have once been, now replaced with more orange colored forest.
Kita and Aran look the same as they did the last time the twins had seen them half a century ago. When the twins run over to embrace them they realize with a small hint of disappointment that they never did manage to get any taller than Aran, standing a handful of centimeters shorter than their senior.
While Osamu is busy tacking Aran and trapping him within a bear hug, one much harder to get out of now that he’s grown both taller and stronger since they last saw each other, Atsumu swiftly approaches Kita.
Once he’s within arm’s reach of the other Atsumu takes a moment to take in all the subtle changes Kita’s gone through, though he’s sure they’re nothing compared to the shock Kita and Aran must have had while first seeing them.
The most notable is that now instead of one white foxtail Kita now had two, both sporting a small tuft of black fur at the tip, looking almost like he had dipped it into ink. The fox ears on his head stand slightly taller too, perked up in a way he’d never seen before, betraying the excitement he must be feeling now. Just like his tails his white ears had a dip of black at the tips, complimenting his hair that’s grown in the same style.
Atsumu doesn’t move closer until Kita’s arms raise slightly, inviting Atsumu to come into a hug. It’s strange how he had to duck down now, in order to rest his face on Kita's shoulder. It seems like just yesterday he was small enough to be held by the older, but now Atsumu’s sure that if he really wanted to, he could be the one picking up Kita.
Cold hands come up and grab both sides of his cheeks, pulling him slightly back so Kita can properly look at his face. The tall white ears on his head tilt slightly backwards, showing that he must be feeling a bit sad at whatever it is he sees on Atsumu.
It’s weird to see Kita being so open with his expressions, at least when it comes to the positioning of his ears. Back in the barrier he never betrayed anything he was feeling, except when they all said goodbye.
“Atsumu-kun, ya’ve grown so much since I last saw ya.” Kita whispers, left hand coming up to brush away the brown hair that has fallen in his face.
“I know right, Kita-san. I’m even bigger than ‘Samu, but if ya ask he’ll lie and say he’s bigger than me. I got a whole centimeter on ‘em!”
Osamu must have heard from where he and Aran were now standing off to the side, Aran trying his best to wipe away dirt and dried leaves off the younger twin.
“That ain’t true, Kita-san! ‘Tsumu’s just lyin’ ta impress ya now that we’re back. I’m obviously bigger than ‘em, ya can tell even when we put our ears down flat.”
“Fatter maybe,” Atsumu snorts, quickly ducking behind Kita when Osamu makes a move as if to run closer.
Aran laughs from beside Osamu, grabbing the last of the leaves from his hair and slapping a strong hand against his shoulder. “Don’t worry ‘Samu-kun, it’s all muscle ya’ve got now. Must’ve been workin’ hard while Kita and I were gone.”
Osamu visibly brightens at the praise, chest puffing out and head lifting in pride.
Kita, much to their surprise, lets out a soft breath, one the twins know to be the equivalent of an uproarious laugh from the stoic kitsune. His hand comes up, motioning for Osamu to join Atusumu before him.
“C’mere Osamu-kun, I wanna see how ya’ve grown up too.”
Osamu shuffles over to stand beside his twin, elbowing him when he gets close enough.
Before Atsumu can retaliate, Kita gives them both a sharp look, causing them to glance to the side in shame for the fight they were getting ready to start.
“I can hardly believe yer the same two kits Aran-kun and I used ta look out fer. Ya’ve both grown in ta strong and handsome kitsune. I just wish I could’ve been there ta see ya growing up fer the past half century.”
Kita’s hands come up to hold Osamu’s face much like he had held Atsumu’s earlier, giving him a soft pat on the cheek before letting go.
At some point Aran must have snuck up on them because two strong arms are wrapping around the twins waist, hoisting them up to carry them above the ground.
“Alright ya two, yer not quite done yet. We still need ta get yer blessing from Inari-sama and find out which shrine yer gonna be workin’ at.” Aran starts walking with the twins still held in his arms, not even out of breath despite the significant weight they both must pose as two fully grown kitsune.
Normally they’d fight to walk on their own, eager to have their own feet back on the ground. But it had been so long since they’d last been held by Aran like this and it was nice that even after all this time, something hadn’t yet changed.
The trek to Inari-sama’s temple here in the mortal world passed by quickly, Atsumu and Osamu spending the time retelling various stories and misadventures they’ve had over the past half century. Although they both silently agreed to avoid the incident that happened their first winter alone, not wanting to face the disappointment from their seniors.
The temple is huge, looming high above their heads and coated in a bright red that settles in nicely with its autumn colored surroundings. Fox statues stand guard at the entrance, framed by a wide tori gate coated in various talismans, the red base barely visible past the paper.
Standing at the foot of the temple is Inari-sama, currently waiting for them at the top of the shrine’s steps, two wooden doors opened at their back.
As the twins get closer they notice that, for the first time since they’d met the deity, she had taken on her fox form, proudly waving all nine golden tails, striped in a red pattern. It continues around her, arching in familiar shapes and patterns that Atsumu had learned to create during his talisman lessons with Kita.
Once the group finished approaching Kita and Aran took a step back, bowing to the goddess before departing to wait at the tori gate for the twins' return. Kita gives them both a light tap on the back as he departs, hand coming up to grab Aran’s own.
Inari-sama doesn’t speak, rather turning and walking into the temple, the twins scrambling to follow.
The interior holds various scroll paintings depicting Inari-sama and different aspects of her domain of power. From rice fields elegantly brushed out to foxes running in the woods, each scroll shared something Inari-sama holds dear enough to protect.
In the center of the room is a tall platform in which Inari-sama’s statue sits, much like the one they twins spent cleaning and making offerings to in their old home. The two kneel before the statue, grabbing their bags to offer up their offering to Inari-sama.
In order to receive her blessing, a shrine guardian must offer up their most treasured possession before clapping twice, bowing three times, then waiting until the chime of one of Inari-sama’s golden bells to leave for their assignments. Only when they exited they would have been given the gift of immortality.
It's strange that despite never having been told what they’d do during the blessing, both twins almost instinctively knew what steps to take. There had never been lessons given and past guardians like Kita and Aran weren’t allowed to share what exactly happened in those ceremonies.
Maybe it was a part of being kitsune, or a result of growing up in her domain, this connection to Inari-sama that made her will and wishes clear without saying a word.
As for the most treasured item for the twins, it was no contest what it would be. When they were young kits, far too young to remember, Kita had crafted them both protection charms, ones that he’d sewn little pockets into all of their clothes to keep close.
Even though they were in Inari-sama’s domain and would face no evil or danger, Kita drilled into them that they should always keep one on their person.
After Kita and Aran left it became less of Atsumu and Osamu carrying it for protection, and more of a way to hold Kita close, even if he wasn’t there with them.
Atsumu moves first, carefully cradling the old and worn down protection charm and setting it before Inari-sama’s statue. Once he’s settled Osamu does the same, both twins clapping twice in unison before leaning over to bow deeply to the statue three times and waiting patiently for the bell to chime.
Time dragged on in silence while they waited for the bell to chime, Atsumu’s tail coming to wrap around himself in a way of self comfort as he nervously waited.
Osamu on the other side kept the movements of his tail still, but the positioning of his brown fox ears gave away his anticipation, revolving from sitting flat on his head to perking up slightly before lying down once again.
Right when they’re knees are starting to ache and hunger makes its presence known the light trill of a bell cuts through the silence. Both twins stand, joints aching at having been on the stone ground bowing for so long. They cross their arms under the sleeves of their yukata and down deeply at the waist before turning and walking out of the wooden doors.
“So, ‘Samu, what do ya think we’re supposed ta do now?” Atsumu mutters, arms coming up to block the bright sun from blinding him.
“I don’t know but Kita-san and Aran are gone. Think they went ta the shrine without us?”
Atsumu huffs, lowering his arms and turning to his twin. “Well I’d like ta know how they go there ‘cause I sure as hell don’t got the slightest idea where we gotta go.”
Osamu opens his mouth, probably to say something snappy in response to Atsumu when movement in front of the tori gate catches their attention.
Sitting there is the same fox that had let them know it was time to exit the barrier earlier that day. Once it sees the twin’s attention on it, the little thing turns and starts walking into the forest, presumably in the direction of their shrine.
“Well, there’s yer answer scrub.” Osamu tosses out behind him as he walks ahead, Atsumu quick to match his pace.
Like most things going on today it seems like the trip takes ages, the sun having moved from its place at the center of the blue sky towards the horizon by the time they come upon what is presumably the shrine they’re now in charge of guarding.
In front stood two sets of vermilion tori gates, one standing directly in front of the other. Some talismans were already placed on it, though Atsumu guesses that they’ll need to be replaced with fresh ones soon.
Osamu clicks his tongue, “I thought Kita-san and Aran would meet us here. Think they got caught up or somethin’?”
Atsumu glances over before staring past the gates. “Probably wanted ta stop by their own shrines first, no point in waitin’ around fer them, let’s go.”
Ahead of them lies a faint cobblestone path, long overgrown with grass that looked as though it had not been attended to in some time. At the end of the path sits the main shrine, a stone pedestal with a carefully crafted wooden structure on it, one that is sure to hold a statue of Inari-sama within its two small doors.
In the distance, surrounded by looming trees, the outline of the building they would now call home stands tall and proud. Criss-crossing between the highest branches are thick red ropes, glittering golden bells and paper wards protecting it from outsiders. The building itself looks fairly run down, like most things at this shrine are, wood needing to be replaced and holes begging to be patched.
Nevertheless it’s a grand structure, though not more so than the main temple for Inari-sama within this region that they had just left.
As the two walked closer they noticed that it is a two story building, the taller floor widening slightly than the first. While it wasn’t extremely tall like Inari-sama’s, it was sprawling, stretching out far on both sides before turning inwards.
“Holy shit, ‘Tsumu. Ya’d think we’re nobility ta be livin’ in a place this big.”
“Yeah, too bad it looks like a yokai den that’ll knock over with one strong breeze. It’s gonna take forever ta make it up ta a livable standard.”
Osamu ignores him, pushing aside the shoji doors to walk inside. The house is made up of various rooms connected by the sliding doors, creating a square shape. Instead of a hallway both sides of the rooms have outdoor walkways, elevated on wood and covered from the elements. In the center of the square is a large courtyard, overgrown with weeds and grass.
But it has promise, the tall tree stood high, even reaching above the wooden structure it grew within. Near its roots a pond sat, one that Atsumu would love to fill with different live fish he could catch in whatever river or lake was nearby.
Atsumu lets out a low whistle, hands coming up to rest on his hips and tail swishing languidly behind him. “Thinkin’ I could make it look real nice here if I get a bit a time, don’t ya agree ‘Samu?”
The other twin frowns, looking at his brother in disbelief. “What happened ta this looking like a yokai den? Ya thought it was trash like two seconds ago.”
“That was before I saw this, changes everythin’!” He throws his arms up in excitement, a bright smile breaking out across his face. “And it technically is a yokai den ‘cause we’re livin’ here. But no harm in makin’ our yokai den the best lookin’ one on the mortal plane, right?”
Osamu turned back into the house without a word, leaving Atsumu to stand outside and plan out the steps he’d take with improving the landscape.
The thing Osamu was most interested in was the kitchen and if they’d have to go out in search of dinner or if something might have been left for them.
The floors creek loudly underfoot as Osamu moves from room to room, taking in the empty spaces before walking through to the next one. It gives him pause when he sees a pile of old clothes in the corner room farthest from the entrance, but he just shrugs. Nothing nefarious could have gotten past the tori gates, it was most likely a mortal who stopped here long ago after somehow getting past the wards to rest or something, nothing he’d have to worry about.
Until he entered the kitchen, that is. The room is dark and Osamu’s only able to start taking in the wide cooking space and cracked open pantry doors when a tall figure pounces on him and wrestles him to the ground. Osmau, used to fighting with his brother, is quick to retaliate, head coming in quick to bash against the face of whoever jumped him.
The figure reels back, hands coming up to clutch at its face where Osmau’s forehead definitely has left its mark. He missed the creature’s nose but their forehead must certainly be in pain. After all, Aran didn’t say he had the hardest head for nothing.Osamu takes the opportunity to buck up his hips, shifting the figure’s balance and switching their positions. He pins the creature down, using his weight to keep their seemingly thin frame in place under him.
At some point in the scuffle something must have fallen over and knocked open a window. Soft golden light, tinted a deep orange from the setting sun pours over both figures, dust lazily dancing through the air making what Osamu sees next all the more breathtaking.
Underneath Osamu lies a kitsune, no older than himself, desperately attempting to claw at the hands that trap his wrists in place against the floor. The kitsune is male, as it turns out, with dark brown hair and sharp green eyes glaring at Osamu, as though attempting to burn through him with his gaze alone.
Osamu scrambles back, holding up his hands in a placating manner while the other kitsune sits up, rubbing at where Osamu must have held with wrists too tightly.
The kitsune glares before huffing out a breath, standing and dusting himself off. He’s tall, taller than Osamu, and looks far too thin, like he hadn’t had a proper meal in ages, that is if he’d ever had one at all.
His staring is interrupted by the mystery kitsune, forcing Osamu to close the mouth that he, embarrassingly, didn’t even realize was open.
“So Inari-sama must have gotten tired of me crashing here. You might be here to kick me out but don’t think I’m leaving that easily, I found this place and am not in the mood to have to find somewhere else to spend my winter.”
“Ummm,” Osamu breathes out, a very intelligent answer considering the circumstances he’s found himself in.
The other kitsune stands there impatient, tail swishing back and forth and taking all of Osmau’s attention. He was right about his age, only one full tail means he had to be around a century, certainly no older than two.
“Are you stupid or something?” The kitsune moves closer, causing Osmau’s breath to catch in his lungs. By Inari-sama, his voice sounds amazing, it’s an accent Osamu has never heard before, but one he could easily envision himself listening to all day.
Holy shit he’s pretty, it’s all Osamu can think about, repeating in his head as this random kitsune stands over him.
Wait, fuck. He’s been outside the barrier for all of a day and he’s already crushing on some random kitsune that attacked him? Osamu knew he was pretty sheltered for the past century but falling for the first attractive kitsune he sees is kind of ridiculous.
He shakes his head violently from side to side, trying to force out the thoughts bouncing around in his head about the tall kitsune and pushes himself to his feet.
All he has to do is explain that he and Atsumu are the new shrine guardians here and that he’s welcome to stay for the winter. Atsumu won’t mind, or at least he won’t after Osamu bribes him with all his favorite food for the next week.
There’s no way he’s letting this hot mystery kitsune freeze outside when he could be here, with Osamu, warm in the shrine house.
“Miya Osamu,” He blurts out, eyes widening and face going red in embarrassment. The kitsune lifts a judgemental eyebrow before Osamu back tracks, waving his hands as if to shoo away his introduction.
“What I mean ta say is I’m Miya Osamu. The new shrine guardian here with my brother. Umm, ya don’t gotta leave, if ya don’t wanna. The point of a shrine guardian is ta help other kitsune too ya know, not that I think ya need my help, yer probably used ta caring fer yerself. But, like ya said ya were here first and I don’t mind ya staying fer the winter, or forever if ya want.” Osamu clamps his mouth shut, opting to stop while he’s ahead.
Inari-sama only knows what nonsense he’d spit out to try and keep this kitsune here with him.
A sharp laugh interrupts the now awkward silence that had permeated the kitchen. The taller kitsune smirks at Osamu and the fact that he has to look slightly down to do so forces another unwelcome blush to make itself color over his cheeks.
“You’re pretty cute, Osamu-kun.” That causes the barely contented blush to take over his face, steam practically visibly rising from his head.
He barely manages to squeak out his next question. “O-Osamu-kun? Yer not usin’ my family name?”
Suna takes a step forward, the same infatuating smirk resting permanently on his lips. “You said you had a brother, right? Less confusing to say your first name.” He pauses before continuing, slowly creeping closer to Osamu’s frozen form.
“Besides, I like how your name tastes rolling off my tongue and something tells me you like hearing it. Osamu-kun.”
Osamu stiffens as the kitsune moves closer, leaning in and pressing his lips gently against Osamu’s cheek. His breath is warm when the words slip past his lips, forcing a tremor to shake though Osamu at the sensation.
“The name’s Suna Rintarou and I think I’ll take you up on your offer. Never hurts to have extra entertainment lying around. And I think you’re a plaything I’d never get tired of.” He pulls away, sharp fangs glistening in the darkening evening sun and Osamu damn near faints right then and there.
A crash from the other side of the door causes them both to jump, separating themselves to a respectable distance from the other. Atsumu burst in, ranting about how he’s going to have to wait until spring to start any real work on the landscape.
It takes him an embarrassingly long time to notice that his twin isn’t alone in the room, words freezing mid sentence while he states at Suna’s relaxed posture.
Suna lifts a hand in a casual wave, a smirk teasing at the edge of his lips.
“‘Sup roomie.”
Osamu closes his eyes, enjoying the last moment of peace before the inevitable fight that Atsumu is about to drag him into about allowing some strange kitsune to stay in their home.