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Author's note: just wantedto say that i've changed the writing format and i hope you all won't mind that !
A soft tap was heard. Once, twice and then a few times. Accompanying the sound were the occassional huffs and swear words. A little bump on the elbow, followed by an apology but no one made a move. Homeworks were left untouched on the desk.
This is how Miya Osamu usually spends his Sunday afternoons (along with Suna Rintaro). Him watching food tiktoks and Suna playing Genshin Impact on his phone.
It all started off with a simple text:
TO: sunarin (Sat, 10:49pm)
hey
wanna hang out at my place tmr ?
i'll bring chuupets
He waits for a few seconds, dark gray orbs watching the text bubble appear for a moment before disappearing, and then reappearing once more.
FROM: sunarin (Sat, 10:51pm)
how many packets
Osamu chuckles at the response. What a Suna-like message.
TO: sunarin (Sat, 10:51pm)
2
FROM: sunarin (Sat, 10:51pm)
5 packets
then ill come
promise
The boy scoffs, clearly exasperated (not really) with the other's antics. Brims curve into an subconscious smile as he punches in his response on his Nokia phone.
