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The night is cold as Osamu tosses and turns in his bed. The cold winter breeze gently came through the window, which was always slightly open at night due to Atsumu ‘needing it to sleep.’
Osamu tries to wrap up in his comforters to bring some warmth to his body. If failed with the breeze still being cold enough to send a shiver down his spine.
Osamu decides to check his phone since sleep wasn’t going to come easily tonight. He unlocks his phone to see a message. The contact reads ‘Tea Spill Suna.’ The message was sent 5 minutes ago.
> Want to go on a run?
>I can’t sleep
>Osamu I know you read my message. I can see it.
Sorry sorry.
But sure I can’t sleep because of Tsumu’s goddamn window.
>LMAO
>See you at the meeting spot in 5
Mkay.
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Osamu crawls out of his sad attempt to keep warm. He throws on a pair of sweats and a random gray t-shirt in his drawer.
As he quietly walks out of the room avoiding waking up his twin. He grabs 500 yen from Atsumu’s wallet, which he had left in the wide open. “This should cover some snacks,” Osamu thinks to himself.
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Osamu arrives at the meeting spot just before 1:14, one minute from being late. Suna has not arrived yet which is expected because Suna always tells people to be on time just so he can be late.
Osamu scrolls on his phone to pass time when he hears,” Wow Osamu, you must be eager to see me.” A slumped figure approaches him, a faint snarky grin can be seen through the moonlight. Osamu sighs, he turns off his phone to look at Suna who is now in front of him. He stares into Suna’s eyes for a moment to long.
“Where do ya wanna go,” Osamu asks, trying to ignore what he had been doing and wondering why the hell Suna has asked him to come outside and run in freezing weather.
“I say we run to the vending machine corner,” Suna suggested,” it’s not too far.” Before Osamu can agree Suna is already running. Osamu let out another sigh wondering why he has agreed to this.
Osamu starts running and begins to catch up to the middle blocker. They jog occasionally picking up speed for a lead of the other. But they end up running alongside each other most of the run.
The moon is almost full giving natural light to the street. The trees rustle from the cold breeze. The air is cold, meaning their breaths are visible, but only ever so slightly. Osamu slows down a few times and looks up. The stars to magnificent.
Osamu has always been interested in stars. The thought of endless galaxies and possibilities always has interested him since he was a child. He can be found on the roof or sitting at his window looking up at the unique constellations on sleepless nights.
Most people believe that Atsumu would like these things. Atsumu has called them “A waste of time,” claiming that volleyball should be everyone’s number one priority.
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They arrive at the vending machine corner, it is exactly what it is called a corner of a street filling with vending machines.
It has been there for years, Suna and Osamu had made it their tradition to come there whenever they needed a moment to breathe, after a hard practice, after they lost a game, or anytime they needed comfort. If one of them needed to rant then the other would come and listen while snacking.
Suna stops and walks to his favorite machine. It is a machine of sugary drinks. Suna looks at his usual melon rumane.
Suna turns and asks Osamu,” What do you want?” Suna adjusts his jack trying to avoid the cold. Osamu bites the inside of his cheek, Suna looks oddly beautiful under the moonlight.
Osamu admires all the options in the machine. He sees the strawberry ramune and decides,” Get the strawberry one, like yers.” Osamu hands Suna the yen that he had stolen from Atsumu.
“I can pay, I have my own money.” Suna offers to attempt to hand Osamu the money back. Osamu pushes it back holding Suna’s cold hands closed, “Nah, it’s Tsumu’s money.” Suna’s face lights up with an evil smirk. “Look at you stealing from your twin,” Suna says amused he pulls his hands out of the spiker’s grasp.
Suna reaches and presses the buttons for the drinks. “Bastard deserved it, he’s the reason I can’t sleep,” comments Osamu.
Suna hands Osamu his drink and sits down at the bench. His hair is messy showing that he stumbled out of bed. Yet he still had on his black eyeliner, something Osamu has never seen him without.
It made Suna have a fox or weasel-like appearance, the team deemed his spirit animal a weasel for this reason. Suna has other features like a weasel. His was slim and lanky which made him sneaky.
Most would find it an insult to be compared to a weasel, but Suna almost took pride in it.
A clank of the metal against the bottom of the machine signaled that the drinks had unraveled from their slots. Suna bent down and got the two drinks. He hands Osamu his strawberry ramune. The drink has a fizz from being dropped.
This is when usually would start their conversation. The reason they came here, but this time they didn’t have a particular reason.
“Suna,” Osamu finally askes after a few minutes.
“Mhm,” Suna responds looking at his drink.
“Why did ya ask me to run with ya?”
Suna shrugs and continues to study his drink. “This is unusual,” Osamu thinks. Suna is reserved but him giving short answers or not responding is unusual.
“Did somethin’ happen?” Osamu questions, he wants to why his best friend is being weird.
“I was just...lonely I guess,” Suna responds his breath is visible. “I mean I couldn’t sleep and you couldn’t sleep so…”
“Suna ya know if somethin’s wrong ya can tell me,” Osamu is not the type to press someone when something is wrong. He waits for them to say it.
Silence again. Then Suna looks at Osamu, their eyes meeting for a second too long for friends. “Ready,” Suna says.
“Of course,” Osamu replies with a grin. They get ready then pop. The marbles to their drinks, causing them to fizz hit the liquid. Suna and Osamu always found it entertaining for some reason.
Osamu takes a slip of the cold drink, the carbonation fizzing his mouth. He watches as Suna takes his slip. Suna’s lips are sparkling under the moonlight. Osamu wants to press his lips against them.
“Osamu-”
“I like ya.” Osamu blurts, he feels a bang against his chest after processes what he just said. He can’t take it back now, especially since his face is probably beat red under the moonlight.
“What-”
“I like ya Suna. And I have for god who knows how long. I like yer eyes, yer figure, your smile, and yer personality. I like everything about ya,” Osamu takes a deep breath. He might have just screwed up his friendship with his best friend.
Suna just stares back at Osamu. Osamu can feel his heart shatter. Suna doesn’t like him. He fucked up.
“I mean I like you,” Suna finally responses. Osamu can’t tell if he just let go of his breathe because he is relieved or if it’s because he needs to cry.
“But you’re also my best friend, I don’t wanna ruin things between us,” Suna sighs. Osamu didn’t think about that. If they ended up dating or whatever, then they broke up, the team, and their friendship would be ruined.
“Maybe we could try, then if ya don’t like it we say it wasn’t for us,” Osamu uses as a compromise. Suna nods, “I do want to date you so this would be a great compromise.”
“That’s probably the best idea you have ever had,” Suna laughs a response. Osamu would yell at Suna for being an asshole, but the feeling of love crawling in his chest was stopping him.
Osamu cups Suna’s face. His jawline is so defined and angeled it makes Osamu jealous. Suna gives Osamu the face of, “Are we about to kiss right now?” Which they are both laughing at internally right now.
“Yes, I think we are,” Osamu says. Suna and him are on the same wavelength to the point where they can read each other’s emotions, facial expressions, and basically minds.
Osamu brings their lips together, the kiss is soft and delicate yet passionate with real since they have both wanted this for so long. Suna’s hands are in Osamu’s hair and Osamu’s hands move down to Suna’s waist. Osamu can taste the melon ramune from his lips, which makes this a thousand times better.
They break apart after both are out of breath. “Shit, I might be in love with my best friend,” Suna says. “Sure hope I am more than that,” Osamu half-joked, Suna begins to laugh which makes Osamu join him. Their laughs are in sync and their hearts are too.
Maybe they will go on more evening runs like this.
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