galactic03
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Osamu’s too caught up in his Suna fantasies (Suna riding him nice and slow in his own bed, folding him against the kitchen counters and fucking his thighs, a little dryhumping between homies on the couch) to hear the front door open and Suna walking out of the genkan.
“Yo, Osamu,” Suna greets as he comes into view.
Osamu startles and his hand flies out from where he was mindlessly palming himself.
Suna is standing in front of the couch, eyes glued to the hand Osamu is still holding up in the air. Osamu wasn’t even properly touching himself, and he could play it off as the usual holding your crotch because that happens to dudes sometimes, okay, but he knows he’s showing a half chub through his sweatpants and he’s feeling incredibly hot in the face so no doubt Suna is ever going to buy that.
Osamu swallows. “Hi, Sunarin.”
“Didn’t know you were into voyeurism shit,” Suna says, but he doesn’t look put off by any means, and his eyes trail from Osamu’s palm down, down, down and lock on shamelessly on the tent between Osamu’s legs.
“I was readjustin’ my balls,” Osamu still tries.
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“So? What’s it feel like, turning seventeen?”
Osamu turns bleary eyes to his left. Striking green stares right back.
“Seventeen?” He mutters, sleep-addled mind desperately trying to catch up.
“Seventeen,” Rintarou confirms, small smile mushed against his pillow.
The fog in his mind isn’t letting up. Rintarou fishes for his phone and turns the screen to Osamu’s face, blinding him in the process. Osamu startles and blinks wearily at the culprit.
“Asshole,” Osamu whispers as Rintarou bites back a laugh.
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- Part 5 of sen's twitter threadfics
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Exams season is never fun for anyone. Much less for one Miya Osamu, who's currently keeling over from the double load of both a business major and his part-time job as a line cook.
Osamu spends the better part of his days crouched over his computer, furiously typing away at his keyboard to hand in half-assed assignments, or losing his mind over syllabi who make less and less sense as he reads through them. He picks up as many shifts as he can, needing both the experience and the money, plus the brief respite his brain desperately needs.
None of this compares to Osamu's most severe plight during exam season: Suna Rintarou, beautiful handsome smart witty and caring boyfriend Suna Rintarou, or the lack of him thereof.
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- Part 4 of sen's twitter threadfics
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“Washio’s in a skirt?” Osamu gaped.
Rintarou hummed. “Black leather miniskirt. Super sexy on him.”
“I need to see that.” Rintarou gave a harsh tug on his hair.
“Eyes back here, you dog,” he said, smirking.
Osamu gave a small laugh before tightening his hold on Rintarou. “As if I could ever take my eyes off ya when ya look like this.” Osamu’s hand slid up under his skirt, rubbing a few soothing circles on the bare skin there.
Pause.
“Are ya… are ya even wearing underwear right now?”
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In the eleven years Rintarou has known Osamu, he’s been the unfortunate witness to many a love confession and hopeful romantics slipping him their—or their friends'—phone numbers. In high school, Osamu had always politely rejected boys and girls alike, an apologetic smile on his lips that did nothing to hide the disinterested look in his eyes. Osamu might’ve been the nicer Miya twin, but he was still an asshole with nothing on his brain but volleyball and what was for lunch that day.
Or five times Rintarou got jealous, and the one time Osamu did.
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- Part 3 of sen's twitter threadfics
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A sacrifice and a swordsman.
When Suna Rintarou is saved by a stranger, he must come to grips with life after death. But who can he become when he barely knew who he was in the first place? How do you take a step when all you see is the abyss?
With a guiding hand, and the sound of a bell.
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“What’s our plan for today?” he asks, turning to look at Suna.
Suna smirks, patting Osamu’s cheek lightly before answering. “Well, like we said in the last vlog, we bought a lot of local snacks to try, so we figured, why not do a taste test? After that, we’ll check out from the hotel, drive back to Naha, visit Naminoue Shrine, have lunch, and our last stop will be Makishi Market before heading to the airport. And that’s that. Any thoughts?”
Osamu hums, leaning back slightly. “Guess we have a full day ahead,”
In which Osamu and Rintarou go to Okinawa for their tenth anniversary (and films it for Youtube).
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"And make sure you watch that #9," coach said, flicking her eyes over to the visitors' bench.
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Suna Rintarou, Tokyo University middle blocker, recreational Instagrammer, and the guy who wrote that one heart wrenching book. Is he okay?
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There are many words associated with Suna Rintarou: laid back, flexible, lazy.
It takes him almost three decades to add Olympian to the list.
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25 Nov 2025