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When Suna woke up, the sky visible through the slit in the curtains was still pink indicating that it was still early morning—way too early for him to be awake. He blearily looked towards his nightstand where his phone was vibrating with non-stop notifications.
‘The perks of being friends with a shitload of early risers I guess’, he thought to himself as he reached out to grab his phone. he looked at the date and realized ‘oh’.
finally gaining some sense of his surroundings, he realised that unlike last year, where he was smothered with kisses until he woke up and breakfast in bed; right now his room was deadly silent. which already was unusual considering he has two boyfriends who loved to create a ruckus every morning, whether it was Motoya dancing around to the soundtracks of his favorite musicals while getting ready or the banging of Osamu's pans as he haphazardly tries to make a quick breakfast for them before they leave for their training.
rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and stretching his sore muscles,he walked towards the kitchen only to hear a loud crash and a very inhuman whine. he quickened his steps towards the kitchen only to find Motoya curled up on the floor and a shaking Osamu covering his mouth, probably trying to control his laughter at the situation.
“ You! You are not supposed to be up yet!” Motoya shouts and curls up further on the floor sliding away from the lanky man.
Suna huffed and walked behind Osamu, resting his forehead on a broad shoulder and patting his chest. “ Good morning to you and the kids”. Osamu groans, flipping the omelet on the pan with a flick of his wrist (the action was so hot rin would combust if he wasn’t used to it)
“You need to stop calling my pecs kids, Rin”. Osamu neatly plates the food with the half-asleep birthday boy still wrapped around him.
“Leave me on the floor to rot, why don’t you? I’m feeling the love today” Motoya grumbles from his position on the ground.
“Says the one who started shouting at the birthday boy the moment you saw me” Suna teased while detangling himself from around Osamu and squatting down in front of Motoya. Pushing back his hair, which had somehow escaped whatever man-bun situation Motoya had going on, Suna smiled softly at the pouting man before him “ Good morning Toya, now will you please tell me what you’re hiding?” he whines softly.
If there was one thing Suna hated more than getting up early, it was getting surprised. Motoya loosened his arms around whatever he was protecting and before Suna even had the time to react, a blur of black flew towards him and nuzzled its way under Rintarou’s shirt pressing something wet on his tummy. he blinked at Motoya in confusion wanting some sort of an explanation.
“Guess the cat’s out of the bag huh?” Osamu says with a smirk as he leaned against the kitchen counter behind a wonderstruck Suna who was trying to look down his shirt and was somewhat still processing what had happened. he couldn’t help the snort that escaped him at the horrible pun and Motoya’s groan of “ Samuu!” from the floor where he was sprawled like a starfish. suna carefully cupped his hand under the hem of his shirt and gently pulled out a black kitten, with eyes almost as green as Suna’s own. he let out a soft gasp and a small laugh as the cat tilted its head to the side and bit Suna’s thumb, pawing and scratching at the hands that held it which were way bigger.
Motoya got up and sat in front of Suna, snapping a quick picture of the awestruck expression on his lover’s face. four years of being together and he still can’t seem to get used to the multitude of expressions on Suna’s face, for someone who claims to hate getting surprised he sure doesn’t look the part.
Suna brings the small kitten closer to his face and lets out a giggle. a giggle. Motoya and Osamu share a look that seems to say “ He looks happy, I’m so glad our sleep deprivation didn’t end in hell.”
It was a known fact among all the v-league players and their families that Suna Rintarou was a sucker for cats so when Suna went to sleep early the day before his birthday, unbeknownst to him, his two lovers hadn’t prepared a gift for him. all it took was a look through Suna’s Instagram feed and Motoya was rushing to their neighborhood adoption center and Osamu went to the pet store to prepare the surprise. the night spent was nothing short of a cat-astrophe.
Osamu walked up behind suna and bent down to place a soft kiss on his hair” I love the little guy too but our breakfast's getting cold, love”
with the little guy who was now named “Yuki”, still clinging on to Suna’s left arm, they all sat down at the table for breakfast, talking about anything and nothing at the same time.
being under lockdown they couldn’t host a big birthday and despite Suna’s insistence that he was perfectly happy spending his birthday with his little family, Osamu couldn’t help but text atsumu and kiyoomi to come over because they all knew their family wouldn’t be whole without the two idiots.
and later when suna was tucked in between his two boyfriends, his arms around Motoya and his head on Osamus’ shoulder, with the new family member making a home between Osamu’s massive chest. (Motoya had laughed and said like fathers like son)
Suna couldn't help but let out a sigh of content, wondering how he got so lucky in life.“I love you both so much you know?” he whispered into the darkness of their room and was rewarded with a kiss on his neck from Motoya and a hand running through his hair and he knew he wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else ever again. His life was damn near purr-fect.
And if Suna’s Instagram followers had their feeds full of little Yuki sleeping anywhere and everywhere for the following months, no one was complaining.