𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 || 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞

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"Do you really believe they will make it?" Suna's tone, laced with a noticeable doubt rung throughout the empty meeting hall, ringing off its warm oak walls.

"Of course they will, they owe us, Rin." Osamu was quick to reassure, a supportive hand making its way to the others back, tracing circles into it ever so lightly. "Besides, we had no other option, callin' upon Furatio for help would only make 'Tsumu's situation worse."

"Right, I forgot." The brunette shook his head in the slightest, glancing away and down to the table, seemingly taking a new interest in it over facing his lover.

"Now Rin, there is no need for that, when are ya goin' t' stop feelin' guilty?" The grey-haired sighed softly, using his free hand to take Suna's. "'Tsumu made that agreement of his own free will, ya forced nothin'."

"He made not an agreement, but an exception — and he only did it for you." Suna shook his head once again, lowering his gaze despite the now pressuring squeeze Osamu had just taken his hand with. "I told you, I understand this, you need not to l-"

"-Rin, stop talking." Said grey-haired cut him off without much hesitation, his tone stern — earning the others eyes on his in an instant. Osamu wouldn't use a tone like that with him very often. "If yer only talkin' t' bring yerself down, stop talkin'. I told you, 'm no fan of yer lies."

"I-.." The brunette trailed off, suddenly very aware of the vulnerability he displayed. For once, he decided to work with it and not against it, as after all, no occasion was worth lying to Osamu. "I know you would not dare lie to me, however, I cannot help but be doubtful at times."

"Such an insecurity will only remain if ya dwell on it, so even when ya feel doubtful in the slightest, let me know." Osamu stated, his tone now much softer than before. His hand previously drawn to circling Suna's back now made its way to the brunettes waist, pulling him close and giving him the invitation of a shoulder to rest on. "I will remind ya every day why yer wrong."

"..thank you." Mumbled out a now soft, whisper like voice from Suna. The brunette gently laying his head to rest on his lovers shoulder, letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

"Excuse us, are we interrupting something?" A gentle yet stern voice came from mere feet away, echoing from the meeting halls doors to the other side of the room — nearly making the couple jump.

"Not at all." Osamu waved invitingly, gesturing for the two to take a seat. Suna in the midst of this brought himself to sit back up properly, seeing as how a serious meeting calls for adequate posture. "Thank ya's for meetin' with us on such short notice."

"Eh, 'tis not a problem, you should know well by now we would meet you both in a heartbeat."

"I will make sure t' keep that in mind, Bokuto-ou." The grey-haired nodded, though once again had his words cut short by the bi-coloured male that now sat parallel to him.

"No need to be so formal, Osamu, have I not told you this before?" Bokuto waved dismissively, as such was a usual act for the man. He was, ask Akaashi put it, a very light-spirited individual.

"Koutarou, let him speak." Said dark-haired piped up, placing a hand ever-so-gently onto his partners shoulder. "We are here on his behalf after all, and given the urgency of the situation, I would like no time wasted getting to a point."

"Right," Osamu nodded, taking a well needed breath as he straightened himself out. "Let us not waste time, yes? Fukuro as a whole is in debt t' us, as yer both aware, an' all I propose t' resolve that is a simple favour."

"Go on." Bokuto and Akaashi ushered in unison, sparing one another a quick glance before looking back towards the duo.

"We need Atsumu back, and who better to recruit than our closest ally." Suna piped up, he didn't often choose to speak in serious situations as such as he usually felt out of place, but it was about time the brunette realized he very well plays a big part in running the kingdom as well.

"We know for the most part that Sakusa has him in holding, his last trace was to Kyōi and he has yet to return for weeks." The brunette stopped to take a breath, nervously glancing towards Osamu only to be enlightened by the others proud smile. Using it as encouragement, he looked back towards the duo across from them. "This is Kyōi's last straw, we have decided to go all in. Not an attack, a takeover. An occasional hit on our kingdom is tolerable, but holding another king hostage? That is something he will never recover from."

"And you wish for our help in this exchange?" Akaashi quirked a brow, folding his hands in front of him as his eyes met Suna, it almost seemed between their looks alone that the two were having a private conversation.

"Of course, we trust none more than we do Fukuro and its army." The brunette nodded, still holding up eye contact with the other. There was another moment of mildly tense silence before a small, nearly unnoticeable smile made its way onto the ravenettes face.

"I see, on my behalf you have my agreeance," Akaashi held his small smile, now looking towards his partner. "Koutarou, how do you feel about this?"

"If you believe in this enough to agree so quickly, then who am I to say no? An approval from Keiji is an approval from me." Bokuto nodded, a rather cheery smile resting on his face as he looked back towards Osamu and Suna.

"Wonderful, thank ya's." The grey-haired finally spoke, a content expression lacing his features for what felt like the first time in a while.

"Let us get started on planning yes? Not a second should be spared at 'Tsumu's expense."

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fuck shit up and start a riot guys, the Miya 4 are going to war 🤌✨

~koi ☕︎︎