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Rintarou never was the one for love. He’d believe love was just to ‘pass time.’ And that’s exactly what he’d do. He’d come up to a girl, make them believe he loved her, and ghost. He never really had an interest in ‘love.’ But for some reason, ever since Miya Osamu started getting closer with him, he’d stop. And he doesn’t know why, but he didn’t mind. He let his mind stay at ease, because for some unknown reason, Osamu made him feel like love was an easy thing.
“Yo, Suna.” Osamu called out, walking towards his direction.
Rintarou leaned on the wall behind him, watching the former walk toward him. “What’s up?” Rintarou asked once Osamu got near him, throwing the basketball he accidentally stole from the court to Osamu. The gray haired boy looked down at it, raising an eyebrow but still bouncing it on the ground. Osamu clicked his tongue. He took a bottle of apple juice from his blazer’s pocket and handed it to RIntarou.
“What’s this?”
“I happened to pass by a vendin’ machine tryna find ya.”
“Thanks.”
Suna twists open the cap and sips a small amount. Osamu watched as he did, his Adam's apple moving while he swallowed the drink. “A girl’s pestering me for yer number.” he said, thinking about the way Suna would start talking to the girl, then after they start dating, just a week in, he’d start ghosting her. This happens way too many times, the Miyas are already tired of it. The last girlfriend Suna had, he’d make out with her in the middle of class, when they’d agreed to go to the bathroom at a specific time. After that day, he broke up with her and told Atsumu that she was a horrible kisser.
Ms. Miya loved Suna. She didn’t really care about the stories her sons had told her about Suna, because she just laughed and called it “teenage love.” Because despite Suna’s red flags, Suna’s parents were barely there. Always here and there for business vacations, never spending time with their son even if it’s summer break.
“Tell her no.”
The words slipped out of Suna’s tongue like an oath. He’d always say yes to giving girls his number, but why now? He’d never give up the chance to mess with someone here and there. “Are ya sick?” Osamu was also confused, but inside, he was secretly jumping in joy. While the older was checking Suna’s body heat, Suna sighed and looked over at Osamu. “I don’t feel like messing around with anyone right now. I needa take my grades up.”
“Really? Sunarin, the Sunarin? Campus heartthrob, playboy, whatnot, declinin’ a girl’s number like that? Tryna “up yer grades?” Whoever that is, bring back the Suna I know.” Osamu joked, popping a bubblegum in his mouth as Suna watched him do so. The latter just hummed and finished his apple juice, surprisingly not throwing it to the side to litter. “Yer actin’ weird. Ya know ya can tell me anythin’. Don’t tell ‘Tsumu, he’s way too occupied with his “beautiful boyfriend,” he chewed in between words, “why’re ya actin’ so prim and proper? No one’s watchin’ yer every move.”
Suna looked over to the shorter boy. “I got my eyes on someone. Like, literally this time.” he started, “I’m not gonna say anything else.”
“Borin’.”
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After practice, Kita talked about something with Osamu. They were way too close for comfort in Rintarou’s eyes. The two were leaning on each other’s lockers, looking into each other’s eyes as if they were searching for something in them.
“Osamu, let’s go.” Rintarou said, loud enough for the both of them to hear from the other side of the boy’s locker room. “Ya can go ahead, I’ll catch up. Tsumu’s also waitin’ for ya anyways.” the gray haired boy said back, focusing back to what his captain was saying. In terms of Volleyball, it was a good match, but Osamu was better than Atsumu, according to Aran who was with the twins since the start of time. (Which was always hell for Aran. Bless his soul.) But Kita didn’t have favorites. He treated his members equally, giving each of them compensating gifts if he thinks he didn’t do well to discipline the team.
“Suna’s been attached ‘ta ya for some time, don’t ya think so?” Kita started, watching Rintarou leave the locker’s room looking defeated and a bit annoyed. “Plus, I haven’t seen ‘im with another girl for so long. It’s almost impossible, because he’d probably already ghosted his 2nd girlfriend of the month already.” Their captain was always observant. Not too verbal, but watching from the side, knowing his teammates’ feelings easily.
“I’ve noticed that too.” The gray haired man looked outside of their locker room, peeking through the door which wasn’t fully closed. He caught a glimpse of Atsumu’s piss colored hair leaving the court, while Suna stayed there. Atsumu didn’t look mad, he just seemed unfazed. “Maybe a girl’s finally caught his eye, truly this time.” With that, Osamu swung his bag over his shoulder and slowly walked towards the exit.
“Or a guy.” Kita whispered.
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High school ended quickly, then came college, which for them was the worst and best time of their lives. Suna had gotten a few lovers here and there from college. Some lasted more than 2 months which were amusing. Osamu was focused on his culinary school and graduated with a diploma and honors, while Suna was scouted for EJP Raijin. Suna’s love for volleyball was no joke at all. The twins also loved volleyball, but Atsumu had way more passion than Osamu which led them to separate early (they still call every night anyway.)
Shizuoka is 5 hours away from Hyogo, so Suna and Osamu don’t really see each other often. Just calls between the two of them when they’re not busy. Atsumu and Osamu meet up often, just 1 hour away from each other (which was relieving for the Miyas.)
It was late at night, Osamu just shut the door of his bathroom, aggressively drying his hair with his towel. He looked at the floor length mirror just outside his bathroom and realized: his natural hair did suit him more. He looked to his right, on the counter was a bunch of onigiris he took from the restaurant for his dinner. He ate earlier that evening with Kita to catch up, so he wasn’t that hungry. Atsumu was hanging at his situationship's house, which he was freaking out about. Osamu couldn’t blame him. Sakusa Kiyoomi was scary. He was stern, and he barely smiled.
Osamu rubbed his eye and headed for his room. As he entered, his phone rang.
“Hello?”
“I’m bored.” A lazy voice answered at the other side of the phone. Suna. “Go to sleep. It’s 11PM.” the older man answered as his butt bounced at his comfortable bed.
“I’m on a train to you. It’s taking way too long, but my ETA is 11:49.” … what? Why is Suna coming here uncalled for? Doesn’t he have training? He just told Osamu now. If he didn’t, Suna would’ve probably been cold right outside, curled up against Osamu’s apartment door. Or he would’ve probably been kidnapped outside. Osamu didn’t give Suna his spare key because he knew the professional athlete only goes there every 2 months. “Why didn’t ya tell me beforehand! My apartment’s a mess, Sunarin. And don’t you have other things to attend to–” oh. Suna’s tournament just ended. They ended up in 2nd place to Adlers, but 2nd place is better than nothing. “Kay then. Want me ta stay on the line with ya, or would ya rather sleep on the train?”
“Stay,”
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The bathroom was steaming with the mist from the hot water Suna was showering in. His muscles relaxed as he felt safe in the bathtub. No, Osamu wasn’t the cleanest twin, but he liked keeping everything organized. A towel was wrapped around Suna’s waist as he brushed his teeth. He thought about how different things would be if he wasn’t a coward in high school. He fooled around, kissed probably a thousand girls, but it wasn’t enough. It always felt missing. Maybe that was why he never lasted with anyone, even in college (which he barely spent 2 years in.)
“I prepared the guest room.” Osamu said as he prepared dinner for Suna. No, he didn’t plan on making dinner tonight, but because of the unexpected guest, he did. In college, Rintarou would always be Osamu’s taste tester. Rintarou prepared himself for the worst, and tasted the worst. (in the first month of college.) Eventually, Osamu got way better with his recipes which was a relief for Suna. But heaven ended quickly when Rintarou was scouted by the EJP Raijin team at a young age.
The taller one came up behind Osamu who was stirring the noodles in the pot. He felt Suna’s presence behind him, so he scooped up some noodles from the pot and fed it to Suna. “Good?” Osamu asked, watching his best friend chew on the soft noodles. “Yeah.” Suna replied, stuffing more noodles into his mouth.
“Sit in front of the counter, Rin. I’ll prepare a bowl for ya.” Osamu said gently, watching Suna climb up the counter stool. He blinked at the pot of noodles in front of him and chuckled softly. This was probably all he ever wanted. Noodles at 1:12am and Suna by his side.
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The 15 minutes Osamu spent getting the bed ready in the guest room was useless. Rintarou ended up in his best friend’s arms that night. No one said a word, no one shifted a limb, neither dared to breathe. This was too close for best friends like Osamu and Rintarou. They weren’t scared of this. They didn’t care about it. Osamu and Rintarou are two people of different worlds–but it’s destined their worlds will surely collide into one.
“Hey,” Rintarou sighed out, looking up at Osamu from his chest. Their lips were barely 2 inches apart. Oh, Osamu was a weak man. Maybe Rintaoru was all he ever wanted. “Hey ya.” Osamu responded back softly. A soft tone lighter than a feather.
Neither of them noticed it, but their lips collided. But it was deliberate, it was perfect, destined, and slow.
Once the two pulled away from each other’s lips, they laughed in unison.
“Yer my best friend Rin.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
Then their lips collided again, now into a more sloppy, messy tune. Their rhythms became one, their hearts beat the same tempo. And this was all they ever wanted.