ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔖𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔲𝔪

Sorry abt typos :')

Osamu wiped his brow, hand damp with sweat while he stood in the boiling heat. The sun blazed high in the afternoon, and the buzz of cicadas didn't help with the annoyance that started to build up inside the twin. He rubbed his face with his shirt and his skin burned from the rawness.

He was currently outside in an abandoned parking lot that had turned into a junkyard, while he stood in front of a large 1990 Toyota Hiace van. He fanned his hand in front of his face, coughing when a sudden puff of exhaust slammed into him and the engine finally purred. He heard the door clank as it slammed open, a man emerging. He had olive-colored skin, tan from sitting in the sun all day. His black hair was matted against his face, loose strands sticking to the back of his neck while the rest tied in a messy bun. He was perhaps in his early thirties, built well and several centimeters taller than Osamu. His biceps flexed when he picked up the plastic crate from off the ground and set it on the passenger's seat. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand then crossed his arms and faced Osamu.

"She's runnin'," he declared, pulling a rolled joint out of his pocket and lighting it with a metal light. He offered a cigarette to Osamu who accepted, leaning over so he could light it from the man.

"Yer gonna work while yer high again?" Osamu teased. The man smirked, pulling the paper out from between his teeth and exhaling a cloud of smoke right into Osamu's face.

"I do my bes' work when 'm high," he countered. Osamu shook his head with a grin. "C'mon, we got a shit ton of parks to hit before she dies again," he declared, slinging his arm around Osamu's shoulder and leading him into the car.

The man's name, or at least, the one he had given Osamu, was Mido.

Green.

It was most likely a named to dick around with since his job was just selling weed. Osamu had met him by chance back when he was four or so and his mother bought weed from Mido. Ever since he had been begging for a job, so eventually Mido gave in. It was the right choice, for Mido, anyway, since Osamu seemed to be very good at selling. Maybe it was because he was known in the neighborhood, or because he went to high school and played on a national level volleyball team. Hell, it could be because he was attractive. Either way, he was good at his job, and it gave him enough money to help pay for groceries and bills.

Osamu got into the passenger seat, the seat basically on fire. He sweltered while Mido drove down the street.

"How's school?" Mido asked, blowing the smoke out of his window.

"'S'alright," Osamu replied, tilting his head to the side. Mido glanced at him.

"Got a girlfriend?" Mido teased. Osamu smiled a bit, licking his lip.

"Mm... not exactly," Osamu replied. Mido arched an eyebrow.

"How's yer brother?"

Osamu shrugged.

"Same ol' 'Tsumu," Osamu replied. Mido bit his lip.

"Ya sure?"

"What's that s'posed to mean?" Osamu asked cautiously. Mido ran his fingers through his hair and used one hand to turn the wheel.

"Y'aren't home anymore, huh?" Mido murmured. Osamu frowned.

"I guess not as much... why?" Osamu tapped his foot nervously. Mido was silent for several seconds.

"You should stick aroun' yer brother s'more. Ya never know when things can suddenly take a turn fer the worst."

The rest of the drive was quiet, Mido's words playing over and over again in Osamu's head.

What the hell did he mean?

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Osamu was maybe a bit too high when he dropped by Suna's to hand him back the clothes he borrowed after their last meet up.

The door swung open with Suna standing by the frame, arms crossed and eyes tired.

"Miya?" He said, clearly surprised. Osamu giggled.

"Hi~" Osamu hummed, looking around. "Can I come in?" Suna squinted.

"Hang on..." he replied, walking out and using his heel with keep the door open. He grabbed Osamu's face, squishing his cheeks between his hands and staring into his eyes. He lifted his lids and scoffed.

"Yer high," he muttered, shaking his head. Osamu grinned.

"A li'l' bit." Osamu looked around. "Hey, you got... you got any chips," he whispered, leaning against Suna and his lips brushing his ear.

"Shit-!" Suna swore, pushing Osamu away who stumbled, then fell. Osamu grunted but looked up and smiled.

"Hey... that's not nice..."

Suna rubbed his chin and glanced around worriedly.

"Ah... shit," Suna sighed, walking over and hauling Osamu up. He pulled him into his dorm and shut the door.

"Seriously... Miya Osamu shows up at my place, high and holding a bag of clothes," Suna muttered.

Osamu fumbled around and Suna grabbed his shoulders, pushing him onto the couch. However, before he could get up, Osamu grabbed his hips and pulled Suna's stomach to his nose, lifting his shirt and kissing his belly.

"Ah~fuck—no, Miya—Miya-" Suna pulled away, his cheeks red and he lowered the hem of his shirt and stood in front of Osamu. "Yer high, so yer extra sensitive but if you wanna fuck me ya have to sober up, alright?" Suna walked into the kitchen and Osamu hear him turn on the sink. He walked back with a blue plastic cup of water, handing it to Osamu.

"'M hungry," Osamu claimed, swinging his legs in front of him. Suna scoffed with a smile this time, disappearing.

After a few minutes he returned with a bag of chips and a plate of cookies, setting them down on the coffee table. Osamu reached over, plucking up a cookie and taking a large bit while Suna sat next to him. He opened the pack of chips with a pop and started munching on the salty snack while hummed hummed to himself and swayed his head.

Truth be told, Osamu rarely got high because it made him act... well...

Childish.

He was supposed to take care of Atsumu so he almost never got high.

However, Mido had stressed him out by accident, and he need to relax.

He would definitely regret it once he finally sobered up.

He always did.