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All he could do was toss and turn. The bed was too cold, too quiet. There was no gentle sound he could use as white noise. It was a still, quiet night. His hands were frozen , desperately rubbing together to create some sort of warmth. Usually, Osamu was the space heater. He emitted such a strong heat he never needed a blanket, even in the dead of winter. But it was a completely different story when he was anxious. He hadn’t been this bad since his finals during his last year of university. The dark circles, sullen cheeks, and endlessly rumbling stomach had worried his college friends and his brother to no end.
He dared not tell anyone how anxious he had been leading up to this day.
Tomorrow was the grand opening of his very first restaurant, his dream , his Onigiri Miya . Years studying business at school while working at a restaurant to pay his dues and learn all he could finally paid off. Every single goddam cent that Osamu earned while he worked went straight into his savings. With Atsumu’s help, he was able to get a loan for his building. Months of renovation later, they were finally at opening day. All of his loved ones were going to be there from his mother and his twin, to old high school and college friends.
All except one. One that mattered almost the most. Suna Rintarou had made no promise whether or not he would be there for the first day, despite being Osamu’s rock all these years. They were best friends in high school and despite Rintarou moving away to Shizuoka and Osamu staying in Hyogo, they remained closely in touch. Osamu can’t imagine a world where he isn’t best friends with Suna Rintarou. But he can certainly imagine a world where he gets to call Rintarou his. For years, Osamu had been dealing with his one sided crush on his best friend. He had already accepted long ago they would never be more than friends, but Osamu continued to love him from afar anyway. Which is why it was so important that Rintarou was there tomorrow.
Rintarou helped him pick out paint colors, upholstery for the stools and booths. He had been with Osamu since the goddamn start and when Osamu had gotten a finalized opening day date, Rintarou told him with a soft and sad expression over video chat he wasn’t sure he could get the time off. It was in the middle of the volleyball season, he could understand. It was a miracle he got Atsumu and Aran to come to his opening day ceremony. So Osamu wasn’t holding it against him! Not at all! But it did sting still that the man he loved so much wouldn’t be there when he opened.
Atsumu knew everything. He knew about his pathetic crush on Rintarou and only teased him for the first year about it. When it didn’t look like Rintarou would return his feelings and Osamu was just in too deep… he was a lot kinder. When Osamu glumly told Atsumu the news about Rintarou not coming, Atsumu didn’t even laugh. He suggested he stay the night at Osamu’s crappy little apartment to keep him company. Osamu could only smirk and say he didn’t need pity, but he appreciated it. They’d simply give each other a patented Miya brand hug. And that would be okay.
But it wasn’t okay. Osamu was a nervous goddamn wreck, shaking with anxious energy, unable to get the sleep he desperately needed. For the last few days he had only been running on a few hours of sleep. There was just so much to do . He had to prepare the store, double check inventory a million times, get his new hires prepared for the influx of business–there were a lot of last minute things! Having famous professional athletes attend your grand opening and offer to live stream the event only meant the pressure was on higher. Atsumu had clapped him on the back a week ago and promised him things would go perfectly. Osamu just wished he could believe him.
Every time he shut his eyes that night, Osamu just prayed that sleep would finally overtake him and he could get some well deserved rest. But he was not so lucky.
When he opened his eyes for the final time, light was pouring into his bedroom from his open window. His alarm still had two hours until it went off, but he knew he wasn’t going to get any more rest. With a groan, Osamu grabbed his phone off his nightstand only to see that he had some text messages throughout the night.
RIN ♡
hey probably can’t make it. coach is stepping on my balls here.
RIN ♡
but it is gonna go perfectly and ill be up as soon as i can to visit.
RIN ♡
good luck dude. im so proud of you.
RIN ♡
♡
Osamu didn’t have the heart to message him back. His chest was aching as he realized Rintarou really wasn’t coming. He had a little bit of hope since he never officially confirmed not coming. Osamu groaned, tossing his legs over the side of his bed and pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. It was going to be a long fucking day.
He was ready in record time. It’s not like Osamu was like his twin brother and vainly obsessed over his looks. His freshly washed and dried hair fit nicely under his Onigiri Miya branded baseball cap. His dark circles were rather prominent, but there was nothing he could do for that. It’s not like he cared that much about his appearance anyway. Anyone who said shit he could kick out of his restaurant. He owned it . Wow, that would be something he’d never get over.
Compression sleeves on, Onigiri Miya shirt pulled tightly over his chest–Osamu looked great. Sure, he could have dressed up for this, but why bother? He was going to be with his employees behind the counter, making up onigiri for their hungry guests. Osamu would have just gotten messy anyway.
By the time he got ready, he had an hour until he even needed to be at his restaurant. So, Osamu did the best thing he could while trying to distract himself: scroll aimlessly on social media to rot his brain.
He couldn’t help but linger on Rintarou’s profile longer than he did others. He was smitten, sue him! Osamu loved looking at the pictures Rintarou shared for the world, pleased to know he got more than other people got to see. Perks of being his best friend after all. He was happy that Rintarou had such a strong social media presence because he could waste time scrolling all the way down on Rintarou’s page until he hit high school days.
From there he was able to see pictures of himself and his brother alongside Rintarou’s posts. A good reminder that he was a staple part of Suna Rintarou’s life. His heart raced as he lingered on a particularly cute one of the two of them. Their cheeks were smooshed together, eyes crinkled. Faces red with exertion because it was right after practice–Osamu loved it. And for a while in high school this selfie was his phone’s background. He was easily able to pass it off as a platonic thing, even if it stayed that way for years. Osamu cherished that selfie. Maybe one day they’d recreate it as adults.
Finally, his alarm rang to let him know he needed to leave for his shop and get everything ready for the grand opening. Nerves high, Osamu left his studio apartment with a smile on his face. His dreams were finally coming true; this was everything he had ever wanted. He spent so long on this, working with suppliers and decorators and other cooks. All of it was finally going to pay off.
Osamu didn’t live far from his shop, he could have easily walked it. But he took his work truck to the store anyway, happy to show off his logo he spent ages with a designer for. Windows rolled down on this mild summer’s day, music blasting, and a wide smile on Osamu’s face. He was more happy than he had ever been in his life. This was going to be a day for the books.
His heart nearly stopped in its tracks when he saw the group of people waiting outside his restaurant. They didn’t open for two more hours and yet there was already a group of people! How crazy was that? Judging by their V. League merch, though, he was sure they were here for a glimpse of one of the V. League players there that day who were supporting the opening. It was people there to visit his shop and try his food nonetheless.
Osamu parked in the back, letting himself in through the back. A couple of his new employees were waiting in the back, happy faces on when Osamu arrived. He let them all in, discussing the game plan for the day. Osamu flitted around his shop, just getting everything all set up for the masses to come in.
“O-sa-mu-u-u!” called an all too familiar, annoying voice that Osamu loved more than anything. Osamu whipped his head around to see his brother waltzing into his kitchen from the back door. He wore the Onigiri Miya baseball cap Osamu had given him when he first ordered uniforms backwards on his head. The Black Jackals jacket he wore was certainly going to call attention to him. Osamu’s face lit up upon seeing Atsumu as he rushed over to him. They both went into a fist bump, grinning from ear to ear.
“Ya were supposed to text me when ya got here!” Osamu said, nudging him.
“Kita saw me outside and since ya gave him a key, he let me in. He was on his way in when Aran stopped him. Ya know those two, they love to– catch up ,” smirked Atsumu, giving his brother a wink. Osamu could only roll his eyes, snickering under his breath. Everyone knew Aran and Kita had a rather interesting on and off relationship that they wouldn’t say was a relationship.
“Oh good, Aran’s here too then. I wanted y’all here as early as possible,” nodded Osamu.
“He gave me the ride, bless his soul. I wanted t’make sure I was on time for the biggest day of yer life!” grinned Atsumu, wrapping an arm around Osamu’s shoulders happily. It meant the whole goddamn world that Atsumu was there for him. That he was doing so much for him to help him achieve his dreams, even though they had their own silly bet they took far too seriously.
When Aran and Kita finally joined them (with hair and clothes a little ruffled mind you), Osamu gave them the run down of how the day was to proceed. A ceremonial ribbon cutting (at Atsumu’s dramatic request) that was to be live streamed via Aran and Atsumu’s social media. Following that, the restaurant would be offering a deal for the first one hundred people to walk through the door (monitored by Sumiko) would get a free onigiri of their choosing. It would be work work work for Osamu and his employees. But he’d also have to walk around and talk to patrons. Promote. Entertain. Do good .
There was only a little bit of time left.
“Osamu, where’s Rin? Is he not coming?” Kita had asked when they had a moment of quiet with the four of them. Osamu flinched and Atsumu’s eyes darted right to him, watching to make sure Osamu would be okay.
“He, uh, couldn’t get the time off. So he said he’d try and be up on his next day off I guess,” Osamu said, rubbing the back of his neck. While Kita and Aran never heard confirmation from Osamu that he liked Rintarou, Osamu just knew they knew. They both looked at him with pity in their eyes. Kita placed a hand on Osamu’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. They had been getting closer over the last year because Osamu partnered with Kita for him to be his rice supplier. He wouldn’t trust anyone else with quality rice. And sometimes he wouldn’t trust anyone else with his feelings.
“Sorry to hear. A bunch of Inarizaki alumni said they would be makin’ their way up at least. Omimi had texted me sayin’ he was very excited to see one of the Miyas make somethin’ of their life,” snickered Aran.
“Hey! What kinda bullshit is that? I’m a startin’ division one player!” gasped Atsumu, crossing his arms over his chest. They all laughed, even Atsumu, because they all knew how proud their former teammates were of him. It showed when they all got together for Red Falcons vs. Black Jackals games. Taking turns cheering for Aran and Atsumu.
“It means a lot to me y’all are here supportin’ me on my first day,” smiled Osamu, a light blush on his cheeks. Atsumu jumped on him at that moment, grinning like a beast.
“A’Course we’re here! Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else!” Atsumu cheered.
“We’re so proud of ya, ‘Samu,” Aran said, punching his shoulder lightly. Osamu… felt okay at that moment. For a second, he could forget his anxieties about opening. For a second, he could believe everything was going perfectly. With his friends at his side, he knew everything was going to go perfectly.
It was finally time to open the shop. Osamu had gathered his friends together after instructing his employees to get ready and walked them out the back to the front. The crowd began cheering when they saw Aran and Atsumu. There was a line that went down rather far and Osamu’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest. He could ignore that they were there to see volleyball players for a moment when it meant they were there going to eat at his restaurant.
Osamu gave a brief speech, Aran and Atsumu live streaming it all for their fans who weren’t in Hyogo. The crowd roared excitedly and the two of them got the crowd even more riled up. Osamu could feel tears welling up in his eyes as he lined up the scissors to the red ribbon of his front door. He never expected to have a line outside his door wrapping around the corner on his very first day. There were even a couple of photographers (again, no doubt there for the volleyball players) and that was just surreal. His restaurant would be talked about in the sports world no doubt. This was everything he could have wanted and more.
There was only one thing that could have made this day even better as he sliced through the red ribbon, but Osamu wasn’t going to let that get to him. The ribbon was cut and he was officially open for business.
Sumiko stood by the door, welcoming people and handing out the onigiri coupons. Aran and Atsumu talked with fans outside of the restaurant and that meant Osamu was ready to get to work. He happily grinned, hopping behind the counter and joining his employees as they worked. Music played through the speakers he had set up during renovations, something comforting that Atsumu had made for him for opening day.
Business was absolutely booming. Osamu had been making so much food! People kept coming back for more, even after their free onigiri. It warmed his heart like nothing else. Seeing all those smiles and happy faces was the best thing in the world. Happy, full, sighs. Rice sticking to people’s cheeks. Everyone seemed to really be enjoying their food. Osamu flitted around the whole store. Register, handing out food, making food, welcoming people–Jesus the line of people never seemed to end. Osamu couldn’t wait to see the profits at the end of the day. Photographers came in and out of the store and Osamu was even stopped to be interviewed a couple of times. Interviewed! Could you believe it? He hadn’t been interviewed since high school when he was a part of the highly coveted Miya Twins in volleyball. But instead of volleyball, they wanted to talk about his food . Could you believe it?!
He hadn’t had a moment’s rest until a majority of the day had passed. Aran and Atsumu were on and off live streaming still, hours later, even though Osamu said they didn’t have to anymore. They said they didn’t want to stop though. That they were happy to continue to promote Onigiri Miya. People still continued to flood through the doors so maybe it was for the best. Osamu was all tired grins and quiet thank yous as he finally took a moment to himself to have a cigarette in the back.
All day he was moving nonstop, always having something to do with his hands. But now that he was still and just puffing on his cigarette? His hands shook. They trembled and they were icy cold.
“ Shit ,” Osamu gasped, trying to shake out his hands. Fuck, with nothing to distract him, all his anxieties were coming back. Was this actually a perfect day or was he being overly optimistic? Business wasn’t always going to be like this–people were only here for Aran and Atsumu. Maybe people were lying when they said they really liked his food. Maybe his employees hated him for overworking them on this opening day. Maybe he was using Aran and Atsumu and they resented him for it.
Cigarette still in his mouth, Osamu bent over with a gasp and clutched at the sides of his head. His body was trembling, going icy cold as he let his anxiety take over his system. This was bad, really bad. The cigarette dropped from his mouth, smoking on the tar below. A tear dropped after it, more following closely behind. Osamu snapped backwards, gripping the wall tightly, panting as he looked to the overcast sky.
“Hey, think I can skip the line if I come in through this wa–whoa. Holy shit. ‘Samu are you okay?” called an all too familiar and comforting voice. Osamu’s head snapped down to see none other than Suna Rintarou standing there in the flesh, hands held up. He looked to be in his practice clothes, a gym bag slung over his shoulder. As if he just rolled to Kobe right out of practice. But nothing mattered in that moment other than the fact he was there . He was there just as Osamu was breaking down, right when he needed him most.
“ Rin ,” cried out Osamu as he ran over to his best friend. Rintarou dropped his bag just as Osamu crashed into him, crushing their bodies together. He tangled one hand in Rintarou’s hair and the other in his shirt. Osamu buried his face in the crook of his neck, bending at an angle to do so. He was able to inhale Rintarou’s calming scent that way–woodsy with a hint of vanilla and that definite smell of sweat. So perfectly Rintarou and Osamu loved it all the same.
Rintarou placed his hand on the back of Osamu’s head as well, then cradling him with his other arm. Rintarou didn’t say anything, just let Osamu refocus as he held him tightly. Osamu continued to anxiously cry on Rintarou, probably wetting his practice shirt. He didn’t even care to ask how or why he was there in that moment. He just needed him. The universe sent him Rintarou when he needed him.
“‘Samu, wanna tell me what’s up? Maybe let me breathe a sec?” snorted Rintarou. Osamu mumbled an apology under his breath as he finally let his friend go. He wiped his face on the compression sleeve, sniffling as he did so.
“Sorry, fuck , sorry. Jesus Christ, what are ya doin’ here?!” Osamu sniffled.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here for you ,” Rintarou said, shrugging. As if it was the easiest explanation in the world.
“I thought ya said yer coach wasn’t lettin’ ya come?” Osamu asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Faked an emergency and ‘Toya is coverin’ for me. I’m cleared to stay here ‘til tomorrow. We now owe Motoya and I’m still not sure if that’s a position I want to be in,” hummed Rintarou. Osamu laughed, sounding thick and hoarse as he did. Rintarou then grabbed Osamu’s hands and held them in his, rubbing them slightly.
“What are ya doin’?” Osamu snickered.
“They were ice blocks when you touched me. I’m just warming you up, Osamu. You know you get cold when your anxiety gets bad,” said Rintarou. Of course he’d know that. Of course him knowing that would just kickstart his heart into overdrive. Osamu smiled at Rintarou, all the love and adoration he could muster in it. They stood there, behind Osamu’s restaurant in their own bubble of time as Rintarou warmed his hands up. He even brought them to his mouth to blow on them a few times.
“I think I’m good now. Plus, I should really get back in there. Anyone know yer comin’?” Osamu asked, jerking his head back in the direction of the restaurant. Rintarou shook his head, smiling ear to ear.
“Posted to my stories I was on my way to Onigiri Miya. My ass is grass if Coach finds out though. I’ll being doing suicidal drills for weeks if he catches on,” laughed Rintarou. Rintarou let Osamu’s hands go after that, but suddenly he was sliding a hand up the side of Osamu’s face, gently caressing the apple of his cheek.
“But you’d be worth those drills,” Rintarou admitted and Osamu’s world stopped for a moment.
“Rin…,” Osamu breathed out, leaning into his touch.
“I mean it too. Miya Osamu you’re worth every lap around the gym building I’d have to do ten times over,” hummed Rintarou thoughtfully.
“I–,” Osamu started, unsure of what to say.
“C’mon, we’ve got work to do!”
“ We? ”
“What, you think I’m not gonna help behind the counter?”
Osamu was sure he was in love with his best friend at that point.
So… Rintarou wasn’t very helpful behind the counter. He certainly tried his best and Osamu really appreciated that more than anything! But eventually he had to shoo him away when he wasted far too much rice for Osamu’s comfort. He was perfectly content to be a pretty and famous face to entertain customers with Atsumu and Aran at least! Osamu couldn’t help but watch the easy way he seemed to fit in the scene of his restaurant. Rintarou was always meant to be there and it meant the world to Osamu that he did actually show up. Atsumu and Aran’s surprised faces said a lot when they saw Rintarou. Osamu could only grin and shrug.
The day continued on, people coming in and out of the shop. They were selling onigiri faster than they could make it. People were in love with his shop, promising to return in the future. Osamu’s heart felt so full. When it was finally closing time, he sat down with his staff and his helpers and just endlessly thanked them for their hard work. He sent them all home with free food, which they happily accepted. The last few people to remain were Kita, Aran, Atsumu, and of course, Rintarou.
They were all just catching up. Everyone wanted to know how Rintarou actually made it. Rintarou told the tale of how he almost missed the bullet train to Kobe after ditching practice. About how he now owed Komori Motoya a favor and that was a position you do not want to be in apparently. They all laughed and laughed, sharing food to wrap up the night. Eventually, Aran and Atsumu had to head out since they had practice in the morning. Kita decided it was time to dip out as well, so he and Aran had a private goodbye, leaving the three troublemakers to themselves.
“Suna Rin, we’re really glad ya made it out today. ‘Samu won’t tell ya ‘cause he’s an emotionally constipated asshat, but it means a lot,” smirked Atsumu, slapping Rintarou on the back. Rintarou coughed and Osamu shot Atsumu a glare.
“I’m glad I made it too. It didn’t feel right to not be here on opening day when I picked out the upholstery of the stools we’re sitting on. Glad we went with dark red, ‘Samu. Much classier,” laughed Rintarou. Osamu swatted at Rintarou with his towel, laughing with him. Atsumu watched the two of them, a knowing smile on his face. Osamu tutted at him, rolling his eyes and tossing his towel onto his shoulder.
“Say, Suna Rin, are ya stayin’ the night out here? Did ya get a hotel?” Atsumu hummed, looking between the two of them curiously. Osamu had this awful gut feeling that this was his way of being a wingman. Osamu had to suppress a groan.
“No, actually. I don’t have anywhere to stay for the night and I’m not exactly ready to go yet,” Rintarou said, glancing over at Osamu. Osamu internally screamed, gripping the edge of his counter to keep himself tethered to reality.
“Well, yer always welcome at my place. Ya know that. You two are the only ones who have that free pass. So, uh, sure. If ya don’t mind sharin’ a bed with me,” Osamu mumbled, red cheeked. Rintarou cleared his throat, and if Osamu was quick enough he could have seen Rintarou’s own blush before he looked away.
“Thanks ‘Samu. It’s the least you could do after I slaved away the day for you,” chuckled Rintarou.
“Y’know, for that ya can sleep on the streets,” Osamu huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Rintarou whined, reaching for Osamu’s arms and tugging on them.
“Don’t do that to me. I’m too pretty to sleep on the streets,” Rintarou whined. Osamu rolled his eyes at that.
“Soundin’ like ‘Tsumu,” teased Osamu.
“Hey!” Atsumu snapped.
“‘Tsumu! Let’s hit the road!” called Aran from the back room. Atsumu took that as his cue to leave. He hugged Rintarou briefly, whispering something in his ear that Osamu couldn’t quite catch. They gave each other a fist bump before Atsumu hopped the counter to hug Osamu goodbye. The twins hugged each other tightly, fists tight on backs.
“Congrats, ‘Samu. I’m so proud of ya,” grinned Atsumu.
“Now ya gotta win a gold medal I can hang in my shop,” sniffled Osamu. The brothers nodded and with that, Atsumu left with Aran. Then, it was the two of them.
“Ya ready to head home, Rin?” Osamu asked. Rintarou spun on his stool before jumping to his feet and stretching out his long, skinny body.
“With you? Always,” Rintarou smiled. Osamu couldn’t ignore the way his heart skipped a beat in his chest at that.
“Lock up the front for me and meet me in the back? Gonna grab my shit,” Osamu said, pointing at the front door. Rintarou two finger saluted him and ran off to lock the door. Osamu went into his office, scooping up all his belongings and slinging them in his bag. He also grabbed Rintarou’s gym bag that they kept in there after Rintarou arrived. Rintarou met Osamu in the back a moment after, a neutral expression on his face.
“All locked up, Chef,” Rintarou said.
“Thanks Rin. C’mon, I’m parked out back,” Osamu said, motioning for Rintarou to walk out towards the back. With Rintarou out, Osamu set the alarm for the building and walked out with him, locking the door behind him. With a smile, he led the way back to his apartment. One that was bound to certainly feel a lot less lonely with Rintarou there.
“I’m happy I came. It was a nice day. It seemed like you got a lot of customers,” Rintarou said, holding the strap of his gym bag as they walked towards the truck
“It was so busy. I’ll check the math for everythin’ tomorrow since I don’t expect it to be as crazy without our volleyball player attraction. Be nice to see if people are here for my food and not hot people plus ‘Tsumu,” snickered Osamu. Rintarou grinned, bumping into Osamu gently.
“You know they’re gonna be there for your food. But you’ll miss my hot face when I’m gone,” said Rintarou.
“Yeah. I will. I always do,” Osamu admitted with ease. Rintarou cleared his throat at that, turning away from Osamu.
“I’ll miss your hot face too. Always do,” Rintarou said quietly. Osamu skittered for a moment, but kept up with Rintarou. Did Rintarou just say his face was hot? Did Osamu really hear him correctly?
“Did you just call me hot?” Osamu asked bluntly, unable to control his mouth whenever it really mattered. A Miya trait after all. It was Rintarou’s turn to skitter to a stop. He stared at Osamu, wide eyed and nervous.
“Would that be a bad thing if I did?”
“No, it would be the opposite of a bad thing, Rin.”
“Then I think you’re hot, ‘Samu. Really hot.”
Silence. Grueling silence. Osamu could only stare at Rintarou in disbelief, blinking slowly at his best friend. Did those words really come out of his mouth or was Osamu that exhausted from the day he was finally hallucinating?
“Suna Rin, are ya bein’ for real right now? I don’t want ya bullshittin’ me,” Osamu said flatly. Rintarou groaned, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes as he spun around for a moment.
“God, Osamu, do I need to spell it out for you? I risked getting into so much shit with my coach for you. I owe Motoya for you. I came all the way out here for you . Everything I’ve ever done at this goddamn point since I met you my first year has been for you . I am tired of dancing around this. I thought after today you would have gotten it through your head that I like you, Osamu. Always have,” shouted Rintarou, clenching his fists at his side. Osamu just stared and stared some more. Unsure of what to say.
“You… have a crush on me?” Osamu asked, still confused and a little bit in shock.
“Christ, you’re thick in the head,” Rintarou said, rushing over to grab Osamu’s head and press a kiss to his lips. Osamu squeaked into his mouth, but wrapped his arms around his midsection, kissing him back with such excited energy. It was messy and happy and wet and just everything Osamu would have wanted in a first kiss with Rintarou. He couldn’t stop smiling against Rintarou’s lips.
“You like me,” Osamu repeated, pressing their foreheads together. Rintarou chuckled, still holding onto him tightly.
“And you like me . Can we stop being stupid and start dating now?” Rintarou said, almost whining as he did.
“Wait, how did ya know I liked ya?!” Osamu gasped.
“Didn’t, not for sure until you kissed me back just then. So, thanks for confirming my suspicions,” Rintarou smirked.
“Why didn’t ya say anythin’ if ya thought before I liked ya?” Osamu questioned, narrowing his eyes.
“Couldn’t risk our friendship. But tonight Atsumu told me it was worth a shot. And a grand gesture of romance of me surprising you on your opening day would be good enough for your Miya heart. You say you aren’t like ‘Tsumu, but I know you’re a cheese ball too. I had to make your life like a romcom somehow. Although, the threat of my coach is real. I will be in deep shit when he finds out,” Rintarou explained. Osamu groaned and playfully slapped his chest.
“I hate that you know me,” he huffed.
“Perks of being best friends first. So, will you date me then?” Rintarou asked again.
“Well, havin’ our anniversary on the same day I opened Onigiri Miya will do wonders for remembering the dates,” hummed Osamu. It was Rintarou’s turn to playfully smack him, getting Osamu to laugh. “Alright, alright. Yeah, I’ll be yer boyfriend or whatever. Only been dreamin’ of it since forever!”
“Take me home, Miya Osamu and ravage me ,” snickered Rintarou.
“Now hang on a dang minute!” Osamu sputtered, turning bright red. Rintarou planted a kiss on his cheek, smirking.
“Or I can do the ravaging. I’m not picky. You made me wait years for this Miya Osamu. You’ve already invited me to your apartment. That’s half the work,” Rintarou shrugged, that goddamn neutral expression back on his face.
“Yer a goddam menace!” Osamu gasped.
“Yeah, you like me though.”
Fingers slipped into fingers as they approached the truck.
“Yeah, guess I do.”