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After a few years, some old comrades from the former Inarizaki Volleyball Club met in a bar. They had noticed each other at one of Atsumu's games, and after a brief exchange, they ended up in the shed next to the gym to toast their reunion.
The reunion was not only a cause for celebration, additionally Atsumu's team Black Jackals had managed to pull off a victory. Of course, Atsumu was especially proud of this, and after a few glasses of sake, he was in a pretty good mood, singing Justin Timberlake's song "Rock your Body" very wrongly with Ginjima. Not that it made any differences without alcohol. The only thing this guy could do at all was to play volleyball and breathe. Whereby he was sometimes too dumb to do the latter.
Anyway, the mood was very boisterous. Aran smirked and Kita clapped his hands laughing, as if he liked the two idiots' misspent song.
Suna unabashedly recorded it with his cell phone so that he could upload it to his Twitter account later. That was certainly to get lots of likes again and Atsumu would rave. It was worth it for that alone.
Osamu, on the other hand, was quite calm. He already had a few glasses of sake as well, but something was on the 21-year-old's mind. His gaze slid over to Suna, who was looking at him at the exact same moment. Their eyes remained glued to each other. Neither blinked.
Suna propped his chin on his palm and tilted his head slightly. He looked amused.
Silently, Osamu lowered his gaze and fished for the chopsticks, which were in the bowl in front of him. He heaped up some of his beloved rice and ate calmly.
At least he appeared calm on the outside, but inside it was different. He hadn’t seen Suna for a few months, which was already a little heavy in his stomach. It wasn’t his fault. He was traveling all over Japan to play games for his team Raijin. But sometimes...sometimes he wished he could stay by his side.
He missed him so much.
Two young women just walked past their table. One of them laughed hysterically and grabbed her friend's arm.
"He kissed me, Eri! Kissed!"
"Whaaat?! Tell me, how was it?!"
"Incredible! I still have weak knees from it now! And it tasted so good!" They giggled and then they were out of earshot. Osamu had glanced over his shoulder at them. Frowning a little, he glanced around.
"What does a kiss taste like?"
It was a rather naive question from the young Miya. Well, he had no experience, despite his age. He had always been considered an onigiri lover. Atsumu even believed that one day he would marry an onigiri. In principle, he would even be right. He had entered into a marriage contract with an onigiri restaurant, which, if things went well, he planned to keep for the rest of his life.
And yet he seemed to be worried about such a thing? That threw Atsumu neatly off.
"Woah woah, ‘Samu, were ya serious just now?!" Before he suddenly laughed out loud and slapped his palm on the tabletop. "Are ya really tryin’ to tell me right now that ya never kissed anyone?!"
"What are ya laughin’ at now?! Like ya would know more than that, asshole!" grumbled Osamu rather curtly, shoving the chopsticks he had heaped the rice on into his mouth and eating it.
"Where do ya even come up with this shit now! Do ya think ya can eat a kiss?!" asked Atsumu with a sneer, looking around with a grin as if to point out to those present that Osamu was actually the stupid twin of them.
"Just overheard a conversation like that.... she just said that the kiss had tasted good.... that's why I'm askin’..." He pushed his lower lip forward a bit and that's when Ginjima snorted.
"As soon as ya hear that somethin’ might taste, ya always thinkin’ directly of food!" Ginjima laughed, and Atsumu joined in the laughter. But he didn't get a useful answer from the two idiots.
Well, what did he expect? They were just idiots. His hope was more for the former captain, who had his eyebrows slightly drawn together and was probably seriously thinking about it.
"Kita-san... please!" Please deliver me from these idiots and reveal the big secret .
"I think it's related to whether or not the person wore somethin’ on their lips. After all, there are care sticks," he speculated, and Osamu nodded slowly. I wonder if there were rice flavored skin care sticks? Hmmm...
"Or what the person ate, which you can definitely taste when you kiss someone with your tongue," Suna now interfered, grinning wryly. His eyes lit up with amusement, or was Osamu imagining it?
"Yer talking like you've experienced this, Suna," Osamu remarked, and that's when the other's grin increased minimally.
"Not everyone has pledged their life to food," he teased him, and displeased, Osamu growled in response.
Again, their eyes remained locked on each other. Suna's grin didn't move an inch and somehow Osamu felt provoked by him. Was Suna imagining things because he had already made out with others, huh?! With whom anyway?! Why didn't he know about it? He could have told him about that, tsk....
"What yer sayin’ makes perfect sense. Would ya like some more rice?" he offered, sliding his bowl across the table to him.
He glared at him as he did so. And Suna accepted the challenge.
Atsumu, watching this, gasped. His jaw dropped. Did he just see right!? His brother loved rice more than anything. And this dumb brother shared his beloved rice with Suna?! Seriously?!
"Are you full, Osamu?" asked Suna, who had pulled up the bowl and was taking the chopsticks that Osamu had left inside.
Atsumu's jaw dropped another notch, and with a trembling finger he pointed at Suna, who then simply used the chopsticks. He piled up rice and then ate it. From the chopsticks. From his brother. Who had just used them himself.
"A-an indirect kiss! That was a fuckin’ indirect kiss!" Atsumu yelled.
"Dude, shut the fuck up! Suna still looked so hungry," Osamu grumbled, and now Atsumu was banging on the table with both hands, the dishes still on top clattering loudly.
"Then let him order some more!"
"What are ya so upset about, Atsumu?" asked Aran slowly. Immediately, he regretted the question as that wild look was now on him.
"My brother and Suna... have... indirectly kissed!"
"Dude..." Osamu shook his head slightly. Was he jealous or what was his problem right now, huh!
Earlier, he took his mouth too full, making fun of Osamu's question like he was the horniest pike in the universe who had already snogged a thousand people - but was getting upset over an indirect kiss like he was a five-year-old kid.
Wait... correction. He was like a five years old kid.
Suna cared less right now, eating two or three more times before pushing the bowl back to Osamu.
"Thanks," he said, and as Osamu went to reach for the bowl, their fingers touched, as Suna had not yet withdrawn his hands. He looked him in the eye; in that smugly grinning face and he hummed softly. When Suna released the bowl, he took it to himself and looked into it. His cheeks had turned discreetly red.
Suna had left some.
"Kita-san! I'll offer ya some more tuna salad!" crowed Atsumu meanwhile, pushing the plate towards him - with his chopsticks, of course. But Kita didn't touch it. He was just cleaning his mouth with the napkin.
"I'm full, Atsumu. But thanks," he declined, and Atsumu hung his head sadly.
"Aran?" he turned directly to his seatmate, with a hopeful look.
"I'm full too..."
"Gin?!"
"Are ya that desperate? Hahaha, nah, don't bother. Who wants an indirect kiss with ya!"
A moment later, Ginjima burst out laughing again.
"Well, I don't," Suna agreed, and contritely, Atsumu continued eating alone. His facial expression clearly showed how pissed off he was that it had worked right out for Osamu, and he was getting slammed through the bank. In addition, he still earned laughter from all sides.
Osamu had tuned out his annoying brother. His attention was on the chopsticks that Suna had in his mouth not even two minutes ago. The idea made him feel a little different. He was nervous in some way, but also curious. He took the rest of the rice and shoved it between his lips.
Mh. Clearly, there was still Suna's taste attached to it, wasn't there? Curious, he licked one end of the stick with his tongue, while his eyes wandered back to Suna, who was watching him closely.
There was a tingling inside him. And it increased as he licked the other end as well.
And now he knew with certainty. He wanted more. But not from the chopstick, but from the place of origin.
Slowly, he slid off the chair after he finished eating and circled the table. Stopping behind Suna, he leaned forward a bit until his lips touched the shell of his ear.
"That last bite was the best," he breathed to him.
The addressed turned his head slightly to look at him. It was as if his intense gaze on him set off a slight crackle in the air.
"Must have been particularly well seasoned," Suna responded.
"Mmm. Guess I'll have to ask the chef what kind of spice it was."
The corners of Suna's mouth twitched, and he watched as Osamu moved away from him, weaving his way between the chairs and tables to reach the restroom.
A moment later, Suna followed him.
The room was empty when Osamu entered it. He headed for the sinks and opened a faucet to wash his hands. To his regret, it only gave cold water, the temperature couldn't be changed, so he washed off faster than usual. He was drying his hands with a paper towel when the door opened behind him.
He looked into the mirror and saw Suna's dark eyes, who stepped closer.
For a few seconds there was silence between them. It was like being outside in the restaurant. Osamu couldn't define what was going on between them, but he knew it wasn't the first time Suna had looked at him like that.
He had noticed it even back at Inarizaki High. Suna wasn't someone who said a lot of words. But he certainly knew how to make someone nervous with his eyes.
He turned around, leaning his buttocks against the sink.
"If you want to wash yer hands, you'll have to go through me," he provoked him, and there were the corners of Suna's mouth twitching again. Amusement lit up in his eyes and he moved even closer.
"There's a second sink, or are you defending them both with your body?" he asked, and he leaned in toward him when he was only a few inches away.
Their lips hovered just in front of each other, their upper bodies touching. Osamu could feel his heat clearly on his skin. And yet, he didn't push him away.
"What, ya don't dare?" he teased him when Suna made no move to approach him. Their gazes ate each other up. The crackling between them increased noticeably.
"Heh...," Suna said softly, and then they simultaneously bridged the few millimeters that separated their lips.
Suna propped her hands on the sink, Osamu held Suna's face in his hands and pulled him closer. Their lips moved hungrily against each other. It was their first kiss and Osamu could clearly feel the other's desire. They both wanted each other. For so long.
Why had they never dared? What had they been afraid of?
Gasping, Osamu let go of him for a moment, breathing heavily. He ran his tongue over his lips and looked into Suna's eyes, which lurked on him like those of a hungry animal.
"Sweet... And rice," he whispered against Suna's lips.
"Maybe the sake," he replied, and he stroked Osamu's cheek with one hand.
"Perfect." Osamu grinned briefly, pulled Suna back against him by the collar of his shirt, and kissed him again. He slipped his tongue between his lips, searching for Suna's. When their tongues found each other, he shuddered and he wrapped his arms around Suna's neck. He felt the urging of the middle blocker, his abdomen pressing against Osamus. Their bodies were so close that there was no room for a leaf between them.
They tongued each other heartedly and Osamus' body temperature rose.
Panting, he broke the kiss again and leaned his forehead against Suna's, closing his eyes to regain some composure. If he didn't, he'd probably drag this fucking guy into a booth and have his way with him. Fuck. He was so attracted to him, he was almost losing it.
"You always stop when it gets the best," Suna sighed, yet he smiled. Possibly he understood what was going on inside Osamu and the toilet really wouldn't be a nice place for certain things now. Not for the first time.
"I got my answer, that's all I wanted," the restaurant owner claimed and now Suna gave a short incredulous laugh.
"As if. You Miyas are both not good at lying. Atsumu is shittier at it, but you're not much better," he professed his disbelief to him, and then he wafted his hair.
Osamu let go of him and grumpily fixed his hair again and just at that moment the door opened and two men entered the room.
And that's when Osamu was really glad he had broken the kiss. That would have been really embarrassing.
But now he understood the young women. A kiss tasted fantastic. Better than the best rice Osamu had ever eaten.
It was forbidden good rice. Which could be addictive.
Osamu and Suna came back into the restaurant.
"There ya are at last! We wanna go!", Atsumu called out to them as they barely approached the table.
Has something happened? Atsumu looked like he was pouting right now.
"I rather think Atsumu wants to leave. He really wanted someone to drink from his tube and was pretty bummed when everyone refused, bwahaha!" laughed Ginjima.
"I pray to god that doesn't mean his tube..." Osamu's look spoke volumes and he looked at his brother in disgust.
This made Ginjima's laughter even louder-almost hysterical-and he just managed to point, probably with his last ounce of strength, to a glass of water in front of Atsumu with a straw in it.
"N-not his tube, oh my god, Osamu, hahahaha!" Ginjima buried his face in his arms and laughed tears.
Distraught, he looked at his brother, who must have really been trying his hardest to be as successful as he was. Only it didn't work on real idiots.
"Oi, ‘Tsumu. Get it through your head. No one here wants to make out with ya. That shows brains," Osamu teased him directly, waving to a waitress so they could pay.
"But ya shouldn't leave the water. Would be a waste." Suddenly and quite unexpectedly, Kita spoke up, having appeared between Osamu and Atsumu.
"Sure..." said Osamu lamely, and Kita, without hesitation, grabbed the glass. But instead of drinking from it normally, he used the tube.
Atsumu's eyes welled up with tears of joy at the sight, and Osamu screwed up his face.
"That doesn't count, ‘Tsumu! That was a pity!"
"That wasn't a pity at all! Kita-san was just being shy, but he realized how important it was to me!" bleated Atsumu, and Kita put the glass back down, now empty. They then paid when the waitress came and went outside.
"Oh Gosh... Kita-san was suckin’ on Atsumu's tube.... I saw it clearly... hahahaha!"
Aran pulled the giggling Ginjima from the chair and put his arm around his shoulder to support him. Someone had clearly looked too far into the glass.
Outside the restaurant, the discussion between Atsumu and Osamu continued directly.
"Kita-san is not shy. But he thought before ya can't play for weeks now ‘cause no one wanted to share an indirect kiss with ya, he'll just take pity on ya!" he then clarified to his brother. He didn't want to believe anything else.
"Kita-san did it ‘cause he likes me!" Atsumu contradicted loudly.
"Nobody likes ya!"
No sooner uttered than Atsumu lunged at his brother, roaring, and furiously they brawled.
"Stop it. Both of ya!" Before any blood could flow, Kita interfered. He stood in front of them, the sinister aura billowing around him, causing the twins to pause.
Immediately they shot apart, grumbling that the other had started it.
"I don't care who started it. That's still no reason to bash each other's heads in," Kita lectured them, and Suna chuckled softly, who had of course recorded the brawl on his cell phone.
Aran smiled mildly. No matter how many years had passed between them, the brothers would never change. And that was a good thing. There would definitely have been something missing if they weren't fighting so lovingly.
The Miya brothers hung their heads, apologizing in sync to their former captain, who then stroked both of their hair with a slight smile.
"It's not that yer assumption wasn't justified as to why I ended up drinking from the straw, Osamu, but that wasn't my intention. And neither was a pity," Kita then revealed, grinning mischievously before continuing on.
That was all the latter had to say about it. There was no more detailed explanation.
The brothers looked after the smaller one, speechless, before Atsumu chuckled softly.
"Ya see, ya see? He did it ‘cause he likes me!" Atsumu nudged his elbow into his side and then puffed out his chest before running after Kita.
"I don't believe it..."Osamu distraughtly muttered, looking to Suna who had joined him.
"Kita-san had been drinking some alcohol. That's the solution to everything," Suna said, trying to talk himself into it, and Osamu laughed softly.
"I hope you're not speaking for yerself, too," he said, squinting at the slightly taller middle blocker.
The latter put his arms around his neck and breathed a kiss on his cheek before approaching his ear.
"I just had one drink. I don't think it affected my feelings. Mostly, it lowered my inhibitions a little. Which you actively helped with," he said softly, biting his earlobe tenderly.
Osamu shuddered. His heart beat hard against his chest as he realized the words.
"What did I do?"
"Looking at me like you wanted to fuck me right then and there. That really got me hot," he replied insinuatingly and now Osamu smirked.
"Ya gave me the same impression." Osamu bit his cheek tenderly. "Ya used to look at me like that a lot in high school, too. Why didn't ya ever say anything?"
Honestly... if only one of them had done something back then, they wouldn't have lost track of each other for so many years. Waste of time...
"I was too young for sake then," Suna quipped. He put his index finger under his chin and lifted it a little. Their gazes melted together.
"Let's do better now, Osamu. I want to become your best onigiri," he asked him softly.
In response, the young Miya smirked.
"What are ya talking about..."
"Oi, c’mon now! And what the hell are ya doin’!!!" Atsumu yelled from afar, and Osamu grumbled in annoyance. He grabbed Suna's hand and pulled him along.
"Ya already are," he finished, squeezing Suna's hand gently before kicking Atsumu's ass hard when he reached him.