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Miya Osamu's camera roll is made of pictures of:
dishes he made (not stylish) to send to his mom and friends, the occasional stray dog or cat in the street, random things to send to Atsumu that reminded him of one of their obscure private jokes, sneaky pictures of Rintarou.
"I know... I miss him too," Osamu tells the stray cat he's adopted from behind Onigiri Miya dumpsters when it climbs in bed with him and starts making biscuits on Suna's pillow. "Three more nights, I promise."
Petition for SakuAtsu to get a high breed expensive cat who /hates/ being touched or even breathed upon and SunaOsa to get the smelly stray that's been living in Onigiri Miya dumpster for the first year of its life who turns into a feral purring machine at the slightest attention
The way some schoolmates see Osamu as the quiet twin with the deranged look when he suddenly shifts into dark mode to beat the shit out of Atsumu makes Suna giggle every time because he's seen Osamu tear up from being chosen by a stray cat in the streets for pets.
I just know Osamu would find the ugliest stray cat in the streets, probably gremlin-munching its way through the dumpster behind Onigiri Miya and it'd take not even a week for him to adopt the little thing.
Deal sealed when the stray goes feral over some fatty tuna waste.
Coming home to Suna napping on the couch. The giant man on a too-tiny couch. With their cat (a rescued stray) curled up croissant-kitty style on Suna's stomach.. The air smells like one of the very rare dishes Suna can cook (and cooks for them both).
Yeah, that's home for Osamu.