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“'Samu.”
Rintarou is the first to slice through the smothering blanket of tranquility; Osamu realises soon after that the environment remains serene, even without that security of reticence.
“Don't 'ya call me that, 'yer know 'Tsumu calls me that, Sunarin.”
Suna snorts in response, before whispering a hushed, "Fine."
Osamu inhales deeply, only to exhale and flip onto the flat of his right hip in response, "What did'ja wanna' ask?"
Rintarou's gaze meets his own, the limb propping his head upwards remained in the same position it's been placed in compared to approximately… two hours ago? How long had it been? Where had time gone?
“Have you ever kissed a boy?”
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30 Jul 2020
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Rintarou's smile stretches into a grin. Osamu has long made a home between Rintarou's ribs, growing ginger roots inside - turning over the earth, planting a harvest that he tends to, day after day, all year round.
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10 Jul 2020
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Suna didn’t expect Osamu to ask if they could move in together during college. They were kinda friends through high school – hung out together and all that – but Suna never thought they were all that close. Suna didn’t refuse though. Osamu is a good kid, generally clean, it saved Suna money, and the trouble of him having to find some random creep for a roommate. It’s not a bad arrangement.
(Moving in with your high school crush really wouldn’t sound like a bad arrangement to most people, though).
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01 Jul 2020
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“So that a yes?” Osamu squishes Suna’s cheeks between his palms. “Yes, ‘Samu you're such a genius, I should never have doubted ya,” he mimes, punctuating each word with a squeeze.
Suna snaps his teeth at him, just missing his hand.
“Hey! Stop with the bitin’ already.” Osamu cradles his hand closer to himself. “I’ll catch rabies one day.”
They find a way around the regulated ten-minute showers.
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- Part 2 of It's Cold in Space
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01 Jul 2020
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On the other end of the call sat the most beautiful brunet you’d ever seen, his hair soft-looking and slightly curled at the ends. His chocolate brown eyes were bright and sparkling with interest, but you didn’t know at what the interest was directed. His fair skin was smooth, and you were overwhelmed with the desire to caress his cheek, even though you’d never spoken before.
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He shrugged. “You’re cute. You’re funny. I thought you’d be nice to talk to.”
Cute. Funny. Forgetting how to breathe.
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Quarantined to your house due to the plague developing outside, there's little to do to keep your sanity. You take to social media, finally reaching out to your followers and hold proper conversations with them. One mutual follower requests a video chat, and after the first one, you become addicted to seeing his perfect face and hearing his perfect voice. Will the quarantine ever end? Will you get to meet this beautiful man when you're finally allowed outside again?Bookmarked by pierogiyum
18 May 2020

