Normal \OsaSuna

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3rd person view:
30th of July xxxx (15 years old (this is always Suna's age btw))

There they were, sitting in the living room watching some TV. They all agreed that the twins should come over at around 5pm. And if they wanted to they could spend the night. Of course they said yes 'cause like, who would turn that opportunity down?

R-"How late is it?"

K-"Stop asking."

R-"But I'm bored."

K-"Annoy someone else."

R-"Why do you think I'm asking how late it is?"

M-"It is- fuck."

R-"It's fuck? What time would that be exactly?"

M-"4:57"

R-"Cool. And why fuck?"

M-"We haven't gotten ready?"

R-"Oh yeah, you're right."

K-"How dumb can one motherfucker be?"

R-"I slept 20 minutes this night."

M-"ONLY 20?!"

R-"Yeah, so what? That's pretty normal by now."

M-"You should sleep more."

R-"I just can't, don't ask me why please."

K-"I'm going to change now."

R-"Same."

With that they all went to their rooms and changed. Rintarou didn't really dress up insanely. He just put on some rings and a necklace. And he decided on a baggy shirt with black jeans. He was so tired that he didn't even wore his eyeliner. The other two just dressed like they always did. Since Rintarou didn't really put much effort into his outfit he was done before the others were. Then he heard the doorbell ring. He quickly made his way downstairs to open the door.

It surprised him how they were dressed. Not like it looked bad or was special, it just looked extremely good.

R-"Now I feel bad for dressing like a potato."

A-"But of course the chains have to be there, don't they?"

R-"It's like muscle memory."

O-"I don't even think it looks that bad. It's just a little less than usually."

R-"Anyways, come in, the others are still getting ready."

A-"Have I ever been in here?"

R-"I'll call the fucking police on you if yes."

O-"He didn't even know which street this house is on."

R-"Can I still call the police though?"

O-"I mean technically yeah, but I don't think they'd do something."

R-"Good point."

A-"How do you two get along so good?"

R-"I could ask you the same, how the fuck do you get along with our dearest Mr. Fuck off?"

A-"Touché."

O-"He doesn't even know."

R-"What did you expect?"

O-"Good question."

A-"This is not good."

R-"What is not good?"

A-"That you two get along. You are both a living nightmare to me!"

R-"I like nightmares. I guess I can deal with that."