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“you wouldn’t mind if i smoked in here right?? i won’t tell the football guys either. swear.”
osamu looked at suna like he wanted to strangle him. in all honesty, he did. he wanted to get his essay done and over with.
“rin, now isn’t a good time. you know i have to do my work and study-“
“are you gonna act like you’ve never smoked before?? come ooonnn ‘samu ! it’s just for a little bit.”
“stay on that side of the room. don’t be annoying.”
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not even an hour later, and suna was struggling to keep his eyes open.
he’d changed his sweatshirt 5 times, each one baggier than the last. he complained about being hungry, and insisted on making food for the pair, but osamu didn’t give in.
“okay that’s it, you gotta leave now.” osamu said pushing him out the door.
“come onn my roomie kicked me out and- you’re just so cuteeee let me stay a lil longerrrr! we can bond! come on, take a hit.” he’d been trying to get him to smoke ever since he walked in.
he stared at the blunt suna had between his fingers. it was tempting, sure. i mean when wasn’t it?? of all the years they’d known each other they’d never smoked together. it’s not like osamu didn’t smoke, he just didn’t with suna.
seriously, what the hell?
he thought of football. no one would know if no one saw.
and no one was here except them two.
he thought about taking a hit without moving the blunt from sunas hand, keeping him pinned against the wall.
and that’s exactly what he did.
he didn’t release his grip against the door frame, only moved sunas hand to his mouth so it was close enough for him to hit.
he inhaled for a while, breathing it out into sunas face.
and he stared.
stared at the look in sunas eyes as he breathed out. stared at his neck, his collarbone his cheeks as they became a light pink. and the smirk suna gave him when he looked up and realized he was staring.
“i wanna try something.” suna said as he took the next hit. instead of exhaling, he grabbed osamus face with his free hand, his thumb brushing against his lips and making them open. he breathed out, smoke flowing into osamus mouth and all around them.
“that was hot.” osamu said, eyes glued to the others lips.
“so are you.” suna grabbed him by the back of his neck pulling him in, taking osamus lips in his.
suna wasn’t thinking. rather, he couldn’t. he was high, his hot bestfriend was standing right in front of him. osamu couldn’t think either, sunas lips and tongue doing wonders and all his thoughts going straight to his dick.
god, it was the hottest kiss ever.
sunas hand in osamus hair, the other the other hanging off his shoulder. osamus hands on his waist, leg against sunas hard on.
when they pulled apart they stared for a moment.
“guess that ends the sesh, huh? you know where to find me!” suna said as he walked out, shutting the door behind him.
so much for that essay, huh.