tw suicide mention
in a world where the people that loved you the most can become your guard angel after they die, Osamu dies in a car accident and Atsumu curses the universe for being so damn unfair, how dare it to ruin the twins' promise to be in their deathbed together.
The aroma of romance (is daisies)
(#Sunaosa 🦊🍙, est. relationship, pt.2)
(🦊 POV)
IV. A delivery for his joy
Both Osamu and Rin knew that having a long distance relationship was not going to be an easy feat, yet neither of them were as prepared as they thought they were.
"i think my life is losing momentum, i think my ways are wearing me down"
nobody talks about what the realisation must have felt like for osamu when he discovered he wasn't so in love with volleyball. the ache of doing something he doesn't love, but the fear of losing atsumu
#osarin where despite Rintarou's reputation of taking too many pics, Osamu is almost just as bad.
Rintarou only finds out because he asks Osamu to send him a specific pic from awhile back and it takes forever.
"It's from like two months ago,"
aran being both the miyas bisexual awakenings...
aran taking interest in osamu's cooking hobby, always wanting to eat his food making osamu feel special and recognised
aran teasing atsumu, but always ending it with a compliment making atsumu blush..
osamu who can't sleep the night before he plans to move out. he goes downstairs to cook a warm meal, and as he's about to start eating atsumu walks downstairs all teary eyed and red.
osamu pushes the food to him, "eat up, ya scrub" ignoring how his voice shakes
#sunaosa | partners in crime
suna parked his car right in front of onigiri miya, finding osamu sitting on the sidewalk, hugging one bag as he stared into the night sky of hyogo
"got everything you might need?", he asked, getting a nod in return, "cleaned shit up as i told you?"
atsumu gently steps into the kitchen at exactly 11pm.
he's hungry.
everything around him is intimidating. the stove, the spices, just the thought of cooking. ma is already asleep.
he stands there for around 10 minutes; before,
"what're ya doin', scrub?"