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“Hey, Rin?”
“Hm?”
“I like ya.”
The declaration was met with a few beats of silence. They’d just finished eating dinner in their shared apartment, the low lights of the lamps casting warmth around the room. Osamu sat at the table, staring down into his water as if it held all the secrets of the universe in it. Preferably Suna's reaction to his sudden confession.
The water from the tap kept running for a moment, before it was shut off. A dish clinked lightly as it was set down on the drying rack. Suna dried his hands on a towel, finally speaking. “Uh, yeah, I'd sure hope so,” he scoffed, shaking his head, tone judgemental as if Osamu was the crazy one.
Osamu's neck cracked as he whipped around to look at Suna and blinked. Once. Twice. “I mean it, like, in a romantic way,” he said dumbly. Maybe he wasn't clear enough?
Suna didn't look surprised by this information at all. If anything, he looked like he'd completely expected it. He continued to scrutinise Osamu, hints of concern seeping into his still-judgmental gaze. “Yeah? I'd be more worried if you didn't. You okay, Samu?”
What the fuck. Osamu raised a hand, stopping Suna. “Wait. Go back. What did ya say?”
Suna looked genuinely concerned now. “I'd be more worried if you didn't like me? In a romantic way?”
It was quiet once more. Suna slowly set the towel to the side as Osamu processed his words. “What,” he finally said, unable to do much more than stare and blink at Suna. He'd just confessed, after mulling over it for maybe three years after being in love for more than ten, and Suna was treating it as if it was common knowledge. Excuse him if he didn't understand what was going on.
His childhood friend frowned. “Did you swap your brains with Atsumu? Obviously you like me, that's kinda how dating works,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Dating? Osamu's mind promptly short-circuited. “We're dating?” He blurted out, unable to stop himself.
Did their relationship develop and no one told him? Since when were they dating? They didn't even act like a couple.
Osamu stopped at that thought, thinking it over. He cooked for Suna everyday and picked him up from practices, typically dropping everything at the restaurant to do so. Suna had started climbing into his bed at night to sleep with him a few months ago (Osamu hadn't questioned it then (who would, really) but he was starting to realise maybe he should have). There was an overall increase in touchiness and clinginess as well, more so from Suna's side. Osamu had just accepted it. Huh, maybe they did sort of act like a couple.
His eyes flicked back to Suna. Suna's green eyes were narrowed, and Osamu knew him well enough to recognise the hurt floating in them. “...Are we not?” Suna said slowly. He was starting to retreat into himself, Osamu realised.
He hastily got to his feet, but hovered uncertainly, not knowing what to do. “I didn't know, really, Rin,” Osamu tried to explain.
“If you wanted to break up, you could've just said that,” Suna cut him off with a snap, starting to turn away. “Pretending our whole relationship just didn't exist is low.”
“No wait.” Okay, this was escalating, and frankly going terribly. He grabbed Suna's shoulder to turn him back. “I'm not breaking up with ya, or anythin’ like that. I didn't even know we were dating in the first place.”
It was Suna's turn to look utterly confused. “You confessed to me in April, Samu. Then we started dating. You didn't…know?”
April? That means they'd been ‘dating' for seven months. “I didn't. When in April?” Osamu tried to remember, but came up empty.
“Uh, that day at night. I went to the restaurant ‘cuz you were too busy to pick me up. You were waiting at one of the tables after closing up. You said it out of nowhere then too. And I just said okay, and we started dating?”
Something nagged at Osamu's memory. He finally recalled it. It was one of the very rare days he didn't pick Suna up. But also–
“Rin, I was drunk,” Osamu said, close to hysterics now.
“You were what? No you weren't,” Suna denied instantly.
But Osamu remembered that day clearly now. He'd been drinking while waiting for Suna as a treat to himself, and gotten drunk. He did remember waking up the next day to Suna in his arms though, which was a wonderful way to wake up, even with a hangover.
“I was.”
“You didn't even act drunk.”
“Yeah, Tsumu says sometimes after I get drunk I still act like a perfectly functional human being. Can walk in a straight line and everythin’.”
“And– what, you didn't remember the whole confession thing happening?”
“No.”
“So,” Suna's face slowly coloured, a pretty pale red. “Oh.”
Osamu broke down into laughter, unable to hold back anymore. Suna hissed at him to shut up, hitting his shoulder a few times. “Wait, so, ya were in a one-sided relationship for seven months,” Osamu choked out. “And ya didn't question it? We didn't even kiss or anythin’.”
Suna groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “I thought you just wanted to be private about it. And I thought you were taking things slow. I was being considerate.”
He got another chuckle in answer, before his hands were being pried away from his face. Suna sighed in resignation, allowing Osamu to do so. Osamu smiled slightly at that, bringing one of Suna's wrists up to tenderly press a kiss to it.
He was half expecting Suna to snatch his hand away with a scoff. When that didn't happen, Osamu looked up to find that Suna had turned crimson, open-mouthed, staring at him. It's nearly comical and it's a testament to Osamu's self-control that he doesn't burst into laughter again.
(Suna looked gorgeous. It was rare that the sharp-tongued volleyball player could be rendered speechless, and Osamu was kind of proud that he was one of the only ones who could.)
“Think we took things slow enough,” Osamu said pointedly. Suna huffed, but didn't turn away when Osamu leaned in closer, capturing his lips in a kiss.
It's slow and sweet, both of them smiling into it, unable to help themselves. Suna drew back first, muttering about the stupidity of the whole thing. Osamu breathed out a laugh against his neck, pressing a few kisses to the pale column. He hummed as a thought occurred him. “Does Tsumu know? Or Kita-san? Or Ginjima?”
“Mm, no. Thought you didn't wanna tell them.”
Osamu choked back his laugh. “Why wouldn't I tell my own twin? Tsumu'd skin me alive for not tellin’ ‘im.”
“I don't know, now shut up already and kiss me.”
And well, who was Osamu to deny those demanding green eyes?