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Exams season is never, ever fun for anyone. Much less for one Miya Osamu, who's currently keeling over from the double load of both a business major and his part-time job as a line cook.
Osamu spends the better part of his days crouched over his computer, furiously typing away at his keyboard to hand in half-assed assignments, or losing his mind over syllabi who make less and less sense as he reads through them. He picks up as many shifts as he can, needing both the experience and the money, plus the brief respite his brain desperately needs. The other cooks at the sushi chain restaurant work mostly in silence, preferring the sounds of knives clinking against woodboards and the shrill beeps of the rice cookers. Breathe in, breathe out, prep the ingredients, mould the rice, send it over on the conveyor belt. Rinse, repeat. Osamu loves the peace and quiet it brings him, and knows this is exactly where he's supposed to be right now.
Add on top of that the sweltering heat of Osaka in early June, the greatest trial to both Osamu's badly insulated dorm room and smouldering hot, aircon-deprived kitchens. And yet it's in those exact kitchens Osamu finds out what he wants next, as he learns to properly cook rice, to shape it under surer and surer hands, to season it just right. An onigiri shop, he'd whispered to Atsumu over the phone. His twin had simply replied Makes sense for ya, proceeded to go on yet another tirade about how hot MSBY's tall middle blocker Meian was and Oh my gods 'Samu, you should see his thighs.
Osamu does not need to see Meian's thighs. He has another pro volleyball player's thighs on his mind 24/7, ones that he'd like to see far more than whoever's Atsumu took a fancy for this week.
Because you see, this is another one of Osamu's plights during exam season: Suna Rintarou, beautiful handsome smart witty and caring boyfriend Suna Rintarou, or the lack of him thereof.
Rintarou and Osamu cannot, under any circumstances, be left alone to their own devices during exam season. Osamu is sitting at his computer, reading glasses on and staring hard at the formula sheet on his screen? Rintarou will come behind him, lets wandering hands roam up and down every reachable surface of his body and trails hot, open-mouthed kisses to Osamu's neck and nape. Osamu is reading up on applied microeconomics and game theory at the uni library? Rintarou is rubbing the side of his shoe up, up, up his leg, until Osamu finally explodes and drags him to the closest public restroom. Even online cramming session calls can't dissuade Rintarou's ardour, and Osamu learns about the wonders of computer sex. E-sex, Rintarou had cackled, to Osamu's horror.
So yeah, Osamu almost failed his first uni exams ever because of Rintarou. Not that he regrets even one second of it.
Still. The rule is no distraction in the form of a pretty minx like Rintarou. They do call and FaceTime as much as possible, and it stays very PG as long as Rintarou doesn't see Osamu in glasses or hunched over piles and piles of theory books. It's still not enough to curve Osamu's almost carnal need to be in the direct vicinity of his foxy boyfriend.
Osamu pines, languishes, yearns, longs and craves Rintarou. It's only six weeks he has to endure away from his lover, but it feels like an eternity every time.
Worst of all, this year Osamu's last exam falls on a Monday, but Rintarou is stuck with practise until Friday. The EJP Raijin dorms do not accept visitors, and neither of them have money to spare for a four-day stay in a Shizuoka hotel. Osamu will have to pine some more.
The weight of the last of his exams finally drops off his shoulders as Monday rolls by and he hands in his test paper. It takes all of a twenty-minute walk and a little fumbling with his keys before he can finally throw himself on his bed, freed from academic woes and tribulations at long last. He checks his phone; still no reply from Rintarou after his post-exam message of glee. Osamu sends another, a simple miss you, and promptly succumbs to Morpheus' call.
Hours later, Osamu wakes up to gentle fingers running through his hair. He blinks up blearily at the figure sitting up on his bed beside him. Lazy smile, unforgettable light green eyes, dark brown locks recently cut short.
"Rin," Osamu says, the sound coming out garbled and a little wet.
"Hi, 'Samu," Rintarou responds sweetly, wide grin splitting his face. "Was wondering when you'd wake up."
In an instant, Osamu throws himself at Rintarou and brings him down to the mattress, peppering kisses all over his face, throat, arms, hands, anywhere and everywhere he can reach. Rintarou is giggling in his ear, and the collective mix of Rintarou's light cologne and faint sweat, his voice coming out muffled against Osamu's chest instead of on the other end of the line, and his body heat firmly pressed into Osamu's tight embrace, all of that is enough to bring him to tears. They flow silently, leaving hot trails down Osamu's cheeks, onto Rin's t-shirt, who notices soon enough.
"Osamu, don't wipe your snot on me." Rintarou pulls away, just enough to cup Osamu’s cheek in his hand and wipe at a stray tear with his thumb. His voice wavers slightly and his eyes look a bit glassy.
"I've missed ya so much, Rin," Osamu says, not even rising to Rintarou's taunt. "Every single day. How come you're here?"
Rintarou pushes some of Osamu's hair away from his forehead, pressing a small kiss there. He waits for Osamu to blow his nose before responding. "Pulled some strings, I guess. I ended up getting the week off and figured why not keep this a surprise." Rintarou grins at him, a familiar sly and devious glint in his eyes. "I'm guessing you like the surprise."
"I love the surprise," Osamu whispers as he leans to press chaste kisses against Rintarou's smile. Rintarou laughs again, and Osamu bites and nips at his lips in feigned annoyance.
"Missed you, too," Rintarou sighs into Osamu's skin.
Osamu sinks himself into Rintarou's side, stifling heat and barely functional ceiling fan be damned. It feels too good to be home to care about such minute details.
There's a lot of time lost to make up for, but for now, Osamu gets to indulge in Rintarou's soothing presence, and tucks himself further into him as Rintarou hums and gently cards his hands through his hair.