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It was a warm Saturday night, and Rintaro found himself sitting next to a shitfaced Osamu in a fancy bar with Atsumu and Kiyoomi laughing at them. Rintaro was way too sober for this.
They were celebrating Onigiri Miya’s Tokyo opening and giving Osamu a welcome to Tokyo too, since he was moving there. Osamu had called Rintaro a week ago to tell him the news, and Rintaro had never been more proud of someone before. His mind went back to their highschool days when he and Osamu would daydream about their futures on too-hot summer evenings, laying on the grass, hands almost touching. Osamu told him one of those nights about wanting to open a restaurant, and also about how scared he was to tell Atsumu about quitting volleyball. Rintaro had reassured him, “Atsumu’s not stupid ‘Samu, he’ll understand,” and Atsumu did understand... eventually.
“What do you want to do, Rin?” Osamu had asked him, turning his head to the side so they were facing each other. Rintaro chose to ignore the way his stomach fluttered under Osamu’s gaze.
“I- I want to go pro, I think I’ll move back to Tokyo.” It was the first time he had said it out loud, not even his parents knew about his plans for the future. Nobody expected him to continue with volleyball, but deep down Rintaro knew it was the only choice; no other career would make him as happy as volleyball.
“You’ll make it, I’ll be there when you debut.” and he kept his promise. A year later, Osamu was there in Tokyo, watching him score the final point on his debut game with EJP.
When they said goodbye at the train station the day Rintaro moved to Tokyo, Osamu told him, “I’ll open up a branch there in a few years, wait for me, Rin,” and Rintaro couldn’t fight the urge to press his lips against Osamu’s cheek before turning away and boarding his train. He spent the whole journey wondering when exactly he had fallen in love with his best friend; maybe it was love at first sight, maybe he fell in love with Osamu over the years, maybe it was inevitable — the way Osamu made him feel warm all over, the way he felt like home. How could he not fall for that? He was only a mortal after all, only a dumb teenager who felt way too much.
Time moves quickly when you’re busy, and three years later here they were, sat next to each other with Osamu leaning into Rintaro, shoulders pressed against one another. Rintaro was certain that his feelings for Osamu hadn’t changed, not even after being apart for so long, the way his hands were sweating was proof of that. Nothing had changed, and Rintaro was grateful for that. Everything was still easy with Osamu, they were apart for years, but they could still talk as if they had just seen each other two days ago.
He knew he should’ve objected when Atsumu suggested a drinking competition, which would only be between Osamu and Atsumu, since both he and Sakusa were driving. He should’ve objected because he knew Osamu wouldn’t say no to a challenge; he should’ve objected, because now they were five shots in, and Atsumu showed no signs of stopping. Osamu, on the other hand, looked like he would fall down to the floor if Rintaro’s body wasn’t supporting him.
“Okay, that’s enough. Congratulations Atsumu, you clearly won,” Rintaro said, trying to sound annoyed, Emphasis on trying, because Osamu turned his head to stare at him unashamedly, which was making Rintaro very nervous.
“Yay!” Atsumu cheered as he planted a big kiss on Sakusa’s cheek, who also tried to look annoyed, but the way his eyes softened gave him away.
Gross , Rintaro thought to himself. He was trying to catch the waiter's attention to order a glass of water for Osamu when he heard sniffling. When he turned his head, he saw Osamu’s eyes full of tears, and his bottom lip wobbling. “Osamu?” he whispered concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“Fuck, Rin,” he was slurring his words, and tears were now full-on streaming down from his eyes. He inched even closer to Rintaro, throwing one of his arms over his stomach and hiding his face in the crook of his neck. He was close, way too close. Rintaro wondered if he could hear his heartbeat from how close he was.
He heard Atsumu whispering something to Kiyoomi, but he paid them no mind — all of his focus was on Osamu now.
“Suna Rintaro, fuck, you’re so fucking pretty. How are you even real?” Atsumu was full-on laughing now, and Sakusa was recording everything — that little shit.
Rintaro stayed frozen in place because what the fuck?
“Uh–” he started saying
“No no no no no, listen Rin. You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, have you seen yourself?” Rintaro was overheating at this point, his face was redder than it had ever been. He snuck a glance at Atsumu, trying to ask for help, but Atsumu just ignored him and kept laughing at his brother.
“Your eyes, I love them so fucking much Rin, they remind me of the forest.” more sniffling and more tears. Rintaro brought his hands up to Osamu’s cheeks to wipe at the tears with his thumbs, because what else could he do?
“I still remember the first time I made you laugh, like, properly laugh, I think I fell in love, Rin.”
Okay okay okay, deep breaths Rintaro, deep breaths.
Did he just say he fell in love?
Rintaro also fell a little bit more in love every time he saw Osamu laugh like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Atsumu,” Rintaro said, “Maybe we should go? Osamu clearly needs to sleep and sober up.”
And I need to get away from him before I do something stupid like professing my love for him, was left unsaid. Osamu was probably just saying stuff because he was drunk, it didn’t mean anything, right? Rintaro’s heart couldn’t take this.
“Yeah, let's go Omi,” Atsumu said while standing, circling an arm around Sakusa’s waist.
“Wait, I’ll help you get Osamu into your car,” Rintaro said, trying to stand up while keeping Osamu upright by the shoulders.
“Oh no, take him home with you,” Atsumu responded with a smirk on his face.
“What do you mean? You two are literally living together.” Osamu was currently living with Sakusa and Atsumu while he looked for an apartment in Tokyo, so nothing Atsumu was saying made sense.
“Sunarin, me and Omi have stuff planned for tonight, if you get what I mean. I think ‘Samu would be much more comfortable sleeping at yours.” Fucking bitch. Rintaro couldn't actually believe it.
“Fuck you, Atsumu,” he said, giving Atsumu the middle finger as he and Sakusa walked away.
Sakusa threw a quick “Have fun,” over his shoulder before leaving, the little shit. He and Atsumu were both devils made for each other.
Osamu and Rintaro were left alone, and a thousand thoughts were running through Rintaro’s mind, but the first thing he needed to do was to get Osamu out of here before he: a) threw up or b) started crying again. He would think about... literally everything later.
“‘Samu? C’mon, we're going home.” he turned his face to the table where Osamu was sitting. He was resting his head on his hands, almost asleep.
“Rin?” he said when Rintaro gently shook his shoulder after brushing his hair away from his face, he always looked pretty when sleepy.
“C’mon, ‘Samu, I’ll take you home.” Rintaro wrapped one of Osamu’s arms around his shoulders, lifting him up the chair and onto his feet,the other arm coming around to circle Osamu’s waist keeping him steady on his feet.
“Thank you, Rin,” Osamu said with a dopey smile that made Rin’s heart do cartwheels — he pushed that aside for now though.
“Of course, ‘Samu.” they started walking out of the bar, which wasn’t easy, but at least Osamu was trying to cooperate.
It was a short walk to Rintaro’s car. Osamu was drunkenly rambling about something or another. It would’ve been a pretty nice walk, if it wasn’t for the fact that Rintaro felt like his heart was literally going to leap out of his throat, and the way his skin burned against Osamu’s touch. His mind kept going back to everything Osamu had said at the bar, it brought back feelings Rintaro had last felt in highschool: the flutter on his stomach, the nervous knot on his throat, feelings that were always accompanied by Osamu– Osamu’s hands touching him, his laugh– and feelings that had gone dormant ever since they split at the train station; feelings that were now awake again, like a reborn flame.
Soon enough, they were in front of the car. He helped Osamu into the passenger seat, putting on his seatbelt and resisting the urge to kiss his exposed forehead. He then climbed into the driver’s seat and turned on the radio, so as to not be alone with his thoughts. He started driving, every now and then sneaking a few glances at Osamu, who seemed to have fallen asleep, making Rintaro relax a little. At least they wouldn’t have to talk yet.
He was making a turn to get into his apartment’s parking lot when Osamu broke the silence. “It was hard at first you know, getting used to you not being there every day after school with me,” he said, and Rintaro felt his heart squeeze.
“It was hard for me, too,” Rintaro whispers, a knot forming on his throat because it was, in fact, very hard at first. He had to get used to not having his best friend a five-minute walk away. He had to get used to not having Osamu all evening in his bedroom as they laid in bed doing literally nothing, the sole presence of Osamu by his side was enough. Once he moved to Tokyo, he felt very lonely at first. Eventually it got better, his teammates were great, and Komori became a really good friend. Besides, Atsumu was often in Tokyo, and they hung out whenever they could. Osamu called him almost every night, which also made it a little bit easier. Even still, it wasn’t the same as having him physically by his side.
They stayed in silence for a bit, neither of them knew what to say. When Rintaro finished parking, he turned his head to Osamu, who was already staring at him. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep, but his eyes were shining with emotion as he said “We’re back together now though.” as his mouth curved into a smile, Rintaro wondered how was it possible to love someone as much as he loved Osamu, how was it possible that his feelings for Osamu grew in the time they spent away from each other.
“Yeah ‘Samu,” he said, leaning into Osamu’s space to kiss his forehead in hopes that that kiss conveyed everything he was feeling at the moment.
“Let’s go inside, you’ll fall asleep again and I won’t be able to carry you upstairs.” Rintaro was desperate to get out of the car, to get out of that bubble of warmth that was so full of emotions that it made it hard to breathe.
“Yeah.” Osamu moved to open the door, almost tripping as he stood up.
“Why did you drink so much ‘Samu? I hope you don’t puke on my apartment,” Rintaro asked as he grabbed him once again by the waist, helping him up the stairs.
“You know I can’t say no to a challenge by Atsumu, Rin.”
They arrived at Rintaro’s door, and as he tried to open the door, keeping Osamu on his feet with one arm he commented, “Yeah, I know. You haven’t changed at all,” because Rintaro still saw the sixteen-year-old Osamu he fell in love with.
“You haven’t changed either, you still take my breath away Rin,” Osamu admitted all of a sudden.
Rintaro felt his heart stop. It was all too much, he just had to get Osamu inside and put him to bed. He’ll think about everything else after that.
He was surprised he even managed to open the door with the way his hands were shaking. He led Osamu into the genkan, turning on the lights and, once he was certain Osamu wouldn’t fall, kneeling down to take his shoes off.
He was undoing his laces when he felt fingers running through his hair, and he had to suppress a sigh. “O-Osamu?” he said, hating the way his voice sounded as he looked up to him.
Osamu was already looking down at him with a soft smile that made Rintaro’s stomach turn. “I’ve always wanted to do that, Rin,” he said, making Rintaro sigh for real this time.
After what felt like hours, he finally finished taking off Osamu’s shoes. He got up and grabbed him by the waist again, leading him into the apartment, and then into his room, sitting Osamu down on the bed.
“Stay here, I’ll get you a glass of water and something for you to sleep in.”
“‘Kay,” Osamu said. When Rintaro snuck a glance at him before leaving the bedroom his heart squeezed, he looked unusually small in Rintaro’s king-size bed. His eyes were unfocused and heavy-lidded, and he had a small smile on his face, accompanied by the cutest blush. Rintaro wanted to take a picture, but he knew it just wouldn’t do justice to the real thing. The moment, everything, felt fragile, raw — like something was about to change for better or for worse.
He padded to the kitchen, filling a glass with water for Osamu and boiling some water for himself, maybe tea would help him clear his mind a little. He hadn’t drunk at all, but he felt dizzy. Osamu bawling while calling him pretty was an image that would be stuck with him for a long time, but what exactly did it mean? Maybe Osamu just said it because he was fucking wasted, it didn’t have to mean anything, right? Of course Rintaro wanted for it to actually mean something, but getting his hopes up was the last thing he needed to do — Osamu probably won’t remember anything in the morning.
The water finished boiling, snapping Rintaro out of his thoughts. He poured it over a jasmine and green tea teabag and added some sugar before making his way back to the bedroom. Osamu had stood up from where Rintaro had left him, and was looking at the pictures he had on his wall. In his hands he was holding a picture of the two of them taken by Rintaro’s mother without them knowing; they were curled together on the couch after a movie marathon, a big, fluffy blanket draped over them — it was Rintaro’s favorite photo ever.
“Hi,” he said with a smile on his face, walking to the corner where Osamu stood.
“I can’t believe you still have this picture,” Osamu responded, words still a little bit slurred.
“Yeah, it’s my favorite one,” Rintaro commented while taking the picture from Osamu’s hands. “It made me smile whenever I was having a bad day,” he adds, not really knowing why, maybe just because he wanted to.
Osamu yawned, and right, Rintaro was supposed to be looking for something for him to wear to bed. He walked towards his closet and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a random hoodie. “Here ‘Samu, you should go to bed now,” he said, handing Osamu the clothes.
Osamu mumbled something that sounded like “I’m tired” before taking his shirt off without any warning, leaving Rintaro a blushing mess, because what else could he do besides blush in this situation? When Osamu noticed Rintaro was staring, he turned around shyly, covering himself up, “Rin, don’t look at me," and wait, did he sound... embarrassed?
“‘Samu, I’ve literally seen you shirtless a thousand times."
“Yeah, but that was back in highschool, I don’t- I don’t look the same anymore, Rin,” oh, so that was it then.
“Osamu, please look at me,” Rintaro said softly, feeling his hands shake as Osamu turned around.
His suspicions were right, he was still as beautiful as the first time he saw him. And he told him exactly that. Why? Maybe because Osamu wouldn’t remember in the morning, maybe because it was almost 3 am and feelings always seemed to be amplified at 3 am, maybe because it was true, and Rintaro couldn’t not say it.
“Osamu, has anyone ever told you how handsome you are? If I wasn’t such a coward I’d have told you that every day back in highschool. And If I wasn’t such a coward I’d tell you tomorrow too, when you’re no longer drunk.” Osamu was staring at him with wide eyes.
“Now c’mon, let's get you to bed” His throat was tight, and he needed to make everything just stop for a minute.
He helped Osamu with the hoodie, and if his hands lingered, neither of them mentioned it. He also helped him out of his pants, trying his best to not run his hands up and down those thighs and failing, making Osamu chuckle.
Once he was fully dressed in pajamas, Osamu pulled the hoodie closer to his nose, breathing in deeply. “It smells like home,” he said as if it were nothing, as if he were saying something like “It’s raining,” as if it didn’t make Rintaro want to cry because yeah, Osamu was home to him too.
Rintaro pulled the covers on the right side of the bed back so Osamu could get in. Once he was laying down he tucked him in, bending down to press a soft kiss against his forehead just because he could— Osamu wouldn’t remember tomorrow anyways.
“Good night, ‘Samu. Sleep well,” he said, turning around to go sleep on the couch.
“Wait, Rin," Osamu called, wrapping a hand around Rintaro’s wrist, keeping him grounded. “Stay with me tonight, please.” and Rintaro couldn’t say no to that, to the small pout on Osamu’s mouth, to the warm touch against his pulse point, to Osamu in general.
“Okay, okay,” he succumbed. He stripped himself down to nothing but boxers, making his way to his closet to grab a pair of sweatpants. He then circled around the bed to lay on the left side, facing Osamu who immediately turned onto his side to face him too.
As they lay there, face to face, Rintaro felt like a teenager again. His heart was beating like crazy, and he couldn’t contain the urge to lift his hand, tucking Osamu’s hair softly, tenderly, behind his ear. Osamu leaned into the touch, making a sound of contempt and Rintaro was gone. He was utterly and completely in love with the man in front of him, with his best friend, Miya Osamu.
Osamu inched closer until there was barely any space between them, and tucked his face against Rintaro’s chest, almost like a cat. He was completely curled around Rintaro’s body, and the only thing Rintaro could do was wrap his arms around Osamu’s head, keeping him rooted in place. He stroked his hair softly until Osamu’s breath deepened. Their legs were intertwined — Osamu’s leg thrown over Rintaro — and all Rintaro felt was warmth. He was drifting off to sleep when he felt Osamu mumble against his chest, “God Rin, I’ve missed you so much,” squeezing Rintaro’s waist tighter.
It’s safe to say Rintaro didn’t sleep a wink that night.
Not with Osamu cuddling him as if he were a teddy bear, not with Osamu mumbling in his sleep, the same way he did back in highschool. Rintaro was so, so gone, he was past the point of no return. He wanted to wake up to Osamu every day of his life, he wanted to see those soft grey eyes first thing in the morning, he wanted Osamu’s body wrapped around his for all of eternity.
He spent the night softly carding his fingers through Osamu’s hair, shy fingertips mapping the relaxed plane of his face, legs rubbing against Osamu’s whenever he got cold. He didn’t know what to think about Osamu’s drunken outburst of emotion, but, at least for tonight, he could have him like this.
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Osamu woke up to the feeling of warmth and fingers carding through his hair. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a sight he would write poems about if he were a writer.
He was resting his head on Suna’s chest, and when he looked up Suna had his eyes closed, a ray of sunlight that snuck in through the blinds casted a golden light across his lips. His first thought was Wow , his second thought was Ow, my head hurts, and his third thought was I'm in bed with Suna and it’s warm, he’s warm, so so warm.
“Good morning,” he whispered, his voice groggy.
“Hi,” Suna answered, his hand stilling in Osamu’s hair.
Osamu caught something akin to hesitation in Suna’s eyes before he turned to face him, wrapping Osamu in a bear hug.
And it was warm.
Warmer than the feeling of wrapping yourself with a bunch of blankets, warmer than the sunshine on a beach day, it was warm because it was Suna. Little pieces of what happened last night started to fill Osamu’s brain; the picture Suna kept of them, being called handsome, curling close to his chest, close enough to hear Suna’s accelerated heartbeat — the memory of it all was enough to make Osamu’s cheeks feel warmer.
And then, all of the sudden, it was cold. Suna detached himself from Osamu and got up, taking all of the warmth with him.
“I’ll make breakfast,” he threw quickly over his shoulder.
Osamu just laid there for a moment in complete and utter confusion. He remembered stuff that happened at Suna’s apartment after leaving the bar, but what exactly happened at the bar? And why was Suna’s behavior so contrasting to last night’s?
Wait.
Did he say something... to Suna?
He sat up so quickly it almost gave him whiplash. His head throbbed, but he needed to find his phone. He patted the bed, but it was nowhere to be seen. He checked the nightstand, but it wasn’t there either. Okay, time to get up then. Osamu pulled back the covers to get up, but he had to take a moment, because the sight that greeted him almost made him melt into a puddle.
Suna had lent him some sweatpants for him to sleep in, but they were rolled up as they were way too long for Osamu. He just sat there on the bed for a minute, looking at his legs and feeling a vast array of emotions. Damn, he was about to get emotional over a pair of sweatpants, get it together, Osamu.
He got up and found his cellphone on the floor next to a pillow that had fallen from the bed. He took it and tried to turn it on, but of course it didn’t have any charge, of course... He drank water from the glass that he assumed Suna had left on the nightstand, along with some pills that were next to it, and made his way to the bathroom.
After relieving himself and trying to look somewhat presentable, he padded to the kitchen, attracted by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Suna was standing with his back to Osamu, making some eggs. He was also shirtless — which was a threat to Osamu’s heart — and everything felt so weirdly domestic it made Osamu’s chest light on fire.
“Hi,” he said, not really knowing what to think of the fact that Suna’s shoulders tensed when he noticed he was there.
“Hi, how do you feel?” Suna asked without turning around.
“Uh, my head hurts like crazy, but I can handle it.”
“Mm... I mean with how much you drank last night, that’s understandable,” he said as he turned around, dividing the eggs onto two plates and carrying them to the table. He then sat down, motioning for Osamu to do the same.
“Yeah...” Osamu said as he sat down in front of Suna, trying really, really hard to keep his eyes focused on Suna’s face instead of his chest, his collarbones, his body.
He filled two mugs with freshly-brewed coffee, handing one mug to Osamu and flinching when their hands brushed together.
They ate their breakfast in silence for a while, and Osamu would be lying if he said it was the typical silence that formed between them, the comfortable kind.
Suna broke the silence first, “Osamu?” he whispered, a little hesitant, a little shy, a little not Suna .
“Hmm?”
“Do you... do you remember anything from last night?” Oh, so something had happened, something that made Suna hesitant, that made the air tense.
“Mmm.. not much. I remember Atsumu making me drink like crazy and I also remember... the stuff that happened here... not everything though.” he noticed a little blush had started to appear in Suna’s cheeks. Cute , he thought to himself.
“Why, did- did I say something inappropriate?” he added.
“No, no. Don’t worry.” Suna said while getting up, taking both of their now empty plates and putting them in the sink.
He had to talk to Atsumu, something had clearly happened, something that affected Suna.
“Rin, could I borrow your charger?”
“Yeah sure, it’s on my side of– the left side of the bed, sorry,” he said, immediately turning around to wash the dishes.
He still wasn’t wearing a shirt, and it made Osamu want to do something stupid, like asking him if he was cold or grabbing him by the waist — that tiny waist of his — and kissing him silly against the kitchen counter.
He made his way back to the bedroom, sitting on Suna’s side and plugging in his phone. He stayed there waiting for it to turn on, and everything was so overwhelmingly Suna it made Osamu’s head spin.
Falling for Suna was scary as fuck. Osamu was seventeen when he realized he was falling for him, but for all he knew it could’ve started a lot earlier. Maybe it was love at first sight, maybe he fell in love with those green eyes that not even his dreams seemed to get right. Osamu was seventeen, and he was ready to follow Suna wherever he took him, he was ready to burn down the whole world for Suna, only for Suna.
He never made a move though, he was too scared, too young.
Maybe Suna liked him back, maybe he did like him back, back then in highschool, but not anymore. Maybe he spent every day they were apart dreaming about those fleeting touches that came with the proximity they had. Maybe he thought about Osamu as much as Osamu thought about him. Maybe he still had a chance, or maybe he lost it when Suna pecked his cheek at the train station and left Hyogo.
His phone vibrated, startling Osamu out of his thoughts. He unlocked and was greeted by forty notifications — thirty-nine of them were from Atsumu, and one was from Sakusa. He opened Sakusa’s message first because Atsumu spamming him with texts was a normal thing. Sakusa texting him, on the other hand, was something that didn’t happen often.
It was a video of him at the bar, and the thumbnail image was enough to make Osamu’s heart do a turn; he was sitting next to Suna, but more than sitting, he was practically draped all over him. Suna was staring at him with a concerned look.
He pressed play and his whole world turned upside down.
He was greeted by the sound of his own voice, professing his love for Suna while also bawling his eyes out for some reason. He physically cringed and cursed himself. That was why Suna was acting so strange, he had probably made him really uncomfortable.
Osamu was about to throw his phone against the wall when he heard “I think I fell in love,” followed by a deafening silence.
Oh no. Oh no no no no.
His hands were shaking and his heart was beating like crazy. He fucked up.
Suna walked into the room at the exact moment Osamu’s world started falling apart, shooting him a concerned look.
“Are you okay?” he asked while grabbing a shirt to put on.
“I- Rin I’m so, so sorry.” Osamu said, dropping his head into his hands because this was it. He had fucked up everything and now Suna would hate him and fuck, Osamu was so excited to finally be reunited with him, he had a whole life planned with Suna by his side.
“What are you sorry for ‘Samu?” he felt the bed dip next to him, making him snap out of it.
When he turned his head, Suna was staring at him with a concerned look.
“For what happened at the bar,” Osamu answered, embarrassed.
“Oh, right…” Suna said, looking down at his hands. He was fiddling, he did that when he was nervous. “What exactly are you sorry for though?”
“For being a mess, everything just... spilled out of my mouth.”
A long silence passed, and Osamu swore he could hear how hard Suna was thinking.
“D-did you mean it, everything you said?” Suna murmured, still looking at his hands.
“Listen Rin, can we just forget about it? Please.” Maybe, just maybe they could go back to the way things were before.
“Did you mean it though, Osamu?”
“Yeah,” Osamu said, because there was no point in lying. After all, he’s been in love with Suna since they were sixteen, and sooner or later the truth would come out.
“What if I don’t want to forget about it?” Suna said as he turned his head to look at Osamu. His cheeks were red, and Osamu fell a little bit more in love.
“Wait, what did you say?” Osamu stared at Suna dumbfounded, because maybe his ears were failing him, maybe his brain was just making up stuff to make Osamu feel better.
“Osamu, did you mean it when you said you had fallen for me?” Suna asked, and Osamu didn’t miss the way his hands were shaking. He wanted to reach out and take them in his, he wanted to run his thumb over Suna’s pulse point, he wanted to intertwine their fingers and see if sparks truly flew.
Osamu was in love.
“Yeah, I meant everything I said, Rin,” he confessed, looking at Suna with a shy smile.
Suna visibly exhaled, a weight seemed to have been lifted off his shoulders.
“Would you believe me if I said I fell for you too?” he said, also donning a shy smile.
“R-Rin... What are you saying?” Osamu murmured because this, whatever the hell was happening, was way too good to be true. His hungover brain must’ve created a false reality, a reality in which Suna was sitting cross-legged on the bed in front of him with pretty, red cheeks and starry eyes; a reality in which Suna loved him back.
“What I’m saying, Osamu, is that I’ve been in love with you for a long time,” he started, and Osamu felt faint, “when you started rambling at the bar I felt like my fucking heart was going to explode, ‘Samu,” Suna laughed, sounding kinda exasperated, but his eyes were shining.
“Rin-”
“Wait, let me finish,” he said, to which Osamu nodded, because honestly, his brain wasn’t making any coherent sentences at the moment.
“I- I’m pretty sure I’ve been loving you since I first made you laugh, like, actually laugh. It happened on a summer night, and we were trying to learn how to skate. I fell on my butt after trying to make myself look cool for you, and you laughed so hard you had tears in your eyes.” Osamu smiled because he remembered that evening, they had spent the whole afternoon outside, and by the end of the day their knees were scraped and sore but they had fun— they always had fun when they were together.
“It was scary falling in love with you, Osamu, because you were my best friend. And also ‘cause I liked you so much it hurt sometimes, I was scared shitless.”
“So yeah, I’ve loved you for a long time, ‘Samu. Hearing you say those things at the bar, I- I didn’t know if you were serious or if it was just the alcohol talking, so I panicked and.. yeah,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I love you, Osamu”.
Osamu was still in shock, so he just wrapped his hand around Suna’s wrist and pulled until Suna fell against him, so they were lying chest to chest in Suna’s bed.
“I love you too, Rin, so, so much.” Osamu whispered in his ear.
He lifted his face to stare at Suna, who was closer than ever. Osamu could count his eyelashes if he wanted to, and god , he was beautiful. Osamu traced the slope of Suna’s nose with his index finger, he caressed his cheekbones with his thumb, he traced Suna’s face as if he wanted to memorize it just by touch. He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, letting his hand linger there just because he could, he cradled Suna’s cheek, feeling him lean into the touch, before running his fingers through Suna’s soft black hair, to which he got a sigh in response.
Everything felt like it was coming together, an ending of some sort. All hesitation was gone now, because they were right where they were supposed to be. Here, in Suna’s bed as they looked at each other as if it were the first time. Suna laid between Osamu’s legs, Osamu’s arms were holding him by the waist, and nothing had ever felt more meant to be.
Suna leaned into Osamu’s personal space until their noses were touching and Osamu could feel the way he was breathing heavily.
“God, Osamu, can I kiss you?” Suna asked even though he already knew the answer.
Osamu brought one hand up to the nape of Suna’s head, carding his fingers through the hair that was a little bit shorter there, the other hand cupped Suna’s jaw softly.
He lifted his head up from where it was laying on the pillow, kissing Suna’s forehead, then his nose, then his cheeks. When he was done pressing little kisses all over Suna’s face, Suna whispered into his ear “Please,” hoping he didn’t sound too desperate, even though he was.
And then Suna kissed him. Suna kissed him and Osamu felt like his heart could explode at any given moment.
Suna kissed him and it felt like coming home: the taste of coffee on his lips, the smile he felt against his mouth, prompting him to smile too. Everything felt strangely familiar, the way Suna’s lips moved against his with ease, as if they were made to be pressed against Osamu’s. He felt Suna melt in his arms, he felt Suna’s fingers card through his hair, pulling tightly at times in a way that made Osamu’s head spin. Osamu pulled on Suna’s bottom lip making him gasp, which he took as an invitation to slip his tongue into his mouth.
They kissed until Suna was squirming on top of him. He gasped, then sighed, then whimpered, and Osamu had never heard a sweeter sound. They kissed until Osamu flipped them over, tugging at the hem of Suna’s shirt, prompting him to lift his arms up so Osamu could undress him. He then made his way through Suna’s torso, kissing, biting, sucking.
“Osamu,” Suna whimpered, and Osamu knew he had found a sensitive spot.
“‘Samu,” he murmured as Osamu painted his pretty collarbones purple.
“Fuck, S-samu,” he whispered as he covered his face with his arm, trying to conceal how red his cheeks had gotten.
They spent the whole morning discovering new stuff about each other. They spent the whole morning kissing and embracing each other, making love to each other. They spent the whole morning basking in each other’s warmth and simply loving.
As they laid there, naked and tangled in bedsheets, Osamu felt like the luckiest person in the whole world. He pulled Suna even closer to him, and they fell asleep like that, a mess of limbs and sheets. Osamu was home.
Eventually they got woken up by the sound of Suna’s ringtone. He picked up. “Atsumu,” he said while showing Osamu the phone.
“Put him on speaker,” he said while sitting up, pulling Suna closer so he was sitting with his back to his chest, arms wrapped around his waist and his chin resting on Suna’s shoulder.
“Hello?” Suna said as he answered the call. His voice was groggy and Osamu’s heart grew three sizes.
“SUNARIN, I CALLED LIKE FIVE TIMES, WHY DIDN’T YOU PICK UP?” Atsumu yelled, making them both scrunch his noses in annoyance.
“Shut up, ‘Tsumu, I was sleeping,” he answered, bending his neck to look at Osamu with a sly smile on his face.
“Sleeping? Sunarin it’s fucking 4 pm.”
“And your point is?”
“Nevermind. How did it go with ‘Samu?” Suna shot Osamu a confused look, Osamu just shrugged.
“What do you mean?”
“Did you finally talk about your feelings? Are you two finally done with dancing around each other?” Atsumu asked, Osamu could hear him smiling through the phone.
“What?”
“Sunarin, I got him drunk last night ‘cause I knew it’d prompt him to confess. He had been talking about you and about how happy he was to finally be able to see you all week. It was ridiculous.” Osamu could feel his cheeks getting redder by the second. Of course this was all an elaborate ploy planned by Atsumu, and the fucker Sakusa, he was in on it too.
“I have to go,” Suna murmured abruptly.
“What, why?”
“I have a boyfriend I need to make fun of,” Suna said before hanging up.
Suna turned around to stare at him, a big smile, the biggest he had ever seen on him, adorned his face. He looked ethereal in this afternoon lightning, naked and covered in purple love bruises.
“Sooo... you had a crush on me?” Suna said before throwing himself into Osamu’s arms, kissing his neck, his jaw, his lips.
Osamu made a mental note to thank Atsumu (and maybe kick his ass) later.
For now, he simply wanted to enjoy being with Suna. After all this time, Osamu was home.