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“Ahhhh, I could really, really go for an ice pop right now.” Suna seemingly said to no one in particular while making big motions of fanning himself.
Osamu, who was seated right behind him, was still digging into his lunchbox, but seemed to make an acknowledgement of Suna’s statement via a little nod.
Slightly disappointed at the lack of a response, Suna got up and mentioned that he was going to get a drink.
That disappointment quickly dissipated when he came back however, for on his desk was an ice pop, Ramune-flavoured, his favourite.
A smirk crept upon his face, accompanied by a little laugh. “Whenever I say I want an ice pop, one really appears huh. Almost like there’s some ice pop guy out there, right, Samu?”
Osamu took a slight pause from eating to give a noncommittal affirmation of an “I guess so.” before giving undivided attention to his lunchbox again.
For the rest of lunch, Suna periodically glanced at Osamu while eating that ice pop.
It went on like that for the rest of their time at Inarizaki, and even beyond. When Suna wanted an ice pop, one would appear like it was summoned.
Now at 22, Suna who now plays for EJP Raijins had a particularly big match coming up and what could be better to soothe his nerves than his favourite ice-pops?
As he loitered around Onigiri Miya’s stand, he said the magic words, and almost right away, one appeared in front of Osamu.
“I’m starting to think Ice pop guy is getting lazy at hiding who he is.” Suna teased, as he reached out for his treat.
Only for a hand to grasp his.
It was Osamu’s. And it was cold and wet.
“Who said Ice pop guy wanted to go on hiding?”