Shadow - OsaSuna ✔︎

Chapter 11

His lip wobbled and a broken sob escaped his throat. He couldn't handle the emotions he was feeling but he sure as hell knew that more than anything else, he wanted to throw himself on the silver-haired. He wanted to wrap himself against his chest and feel at home. He wanted to lay in bed together as they had always done before and bury his face into Osamu's shirtless shoulder. He just wanted to be engulfed, drowned, smothered by Osamu. His scent, his being, his presence, his everything.

So he did. Well, at least for that moment he could throw himself forward and into the chest he had subconsciously gotten accustomed to and associated with feeling at home, feeling safe.

"I love you," Rintarou sobbed out, burying his head into Osamu's shirt, no embarrassment escaping him although he processed what he had blurted out. He was telling the truth. "I love you, Samu."

Muffled cries echoed around the room, both of them clutching desperately to one another as Osamu tried processing if what his best friend said was true or if he said it as a reaction to the situation.

Was it okay to respond with, 'I love you too'? Were they even at a point in their friendship where they could say it and mean more? They hadn't even entered the dating stage and Osamu was more than sure that that was not an, 'I love you, bro' but more one with true feelings and want.

Could he say it back? Was he at that same stage that Rintarou felt?

Then he realized. Their outings they'd occasionally have during high school which they called, well, outings were always more than just that. They had treated them as dates although never voiced that. All the times they had study sessions where it’d result in both of them together talking late at night instead of studying. All the times they had slept in the same bed, bodies fully entangled with one another. All the times he had gotten into fights on Rintarou's behalf. All the meals he had cooked thinking of the upturned nose or the surprisingly delighted facial reaction.

He had really lived all his life with only Rintarou as his beacon to keep moving forward.

He loved him. He loved him, oh god.

"Oh my god," Osamu whispered, pulling his best friend as close as possible. Was it even acceptable to say best friend at this point? "I love ya. I love ya so much, Rin. So much I think I needa cry."

Cry they did because Osamu was overwhelmed by the sudden confession they were having and Rintarou was, well, he was in an entirely different situation but still.

Manoeuvring them onto a couch so that they weren't squatting on the ground, Osamu settled Rintarou on his lap, hugging him as if he would never let go. Then, after possibly the longest five minutes of Rintarou's life, he pulled back and stared at his love with glossy eyes, sniffly nose, and a red face, giggling quietly to see Osamu's own red-rimmed eyes.

"Can I kiss you?"

And Osamu agreed, grabbing his face and pulling them closer, lips touching as salty tears mixed in. It was his first kiss. It was his first kiss with Osamu. It was a pleasantly nice first kiss but it was funny.

That's why Rintarou pulled away with a little giggle, resting his forehead against Osamu's as he breathed evenly.

"Why'd ya stop? Did ya realize ya didn't wanna kiss me?" Osamu asked curiously, raising a hand to push away Rintarou's hair from his forehead and wipe away the drying tears.

"No. I thought it was funny that we were both crying like a minute ago and now we're kissing. I think I'm more than relieved."

Osamu nodded in understanding, smiling as he rubbed their noses together before moving to kiss Rintarou again.

“Ya know, I’m kinda pissed that ya kept it all in but I’m relieved yer okay. I can’t even hold it against ya because I’m just so glad yer here in my arms now,” Osamu broke away for a second, not waiting for a reply as he went right in again.

This time it was slower, more serious as Osamu used one hand to grab on the other's waist and another hand to hold his head. Two hands settled on the Silver Haired's pecs and he smirked into the kiss, having secretly always known that Rintarou loved his muscular chest.

Slowly, the hands moved downwards, slipping under his shirt to rest against his bare skin and he returned the favour, slipping his own hand under the shirt and grabbing onto Rintarou's waist tightly.

"Hagh!" Rintarou gasped, Osamu's hand stopping its squeeze out of surprise.

They pulled away for a second, Rintarou's face red as he realized what had come out of his mouth. He was embarrassed.

"Didn't know ya like things like that," Osamu laughed. "Woulda started teasing ya like that years ago. Who knows, woulda probably done it ta ya every time we slept together."

"Shut up."

"No. I love ya."

The simple words made his heart leap, Rintarou being overcome with emotions too big to explain as he did the only thing he could think of, hug his favourite person as tight as ever, pressing quick but sloppy kisses against his neck.

"Shut up. I think I'm losing several years of my life hearing you say that," he mumbled, the silver haired lifting themselves up as he took them to the kitchen.

"Yer not allowed to leave me any time soon," Osamu scolded playfully. "I want ya to stay with me. We can find an apartment in the middle so we both have ta travel equal distance ta class and I’ll worry about payin' for it. If ya don't wanna, it's fine but I’d like ta move in with ya. Especially if ya agree ta be my hot boyfriend."

Rintarou blinked at him in surprise, the offer coming suddenly and there’d definitely have to be some adjusting but he nodded eagerly, pressing a kiss against his boyfriend's mouth as he whispered a desperate, 'yes.'

"I don't know about me being hot but I can say that you make a hot boyfriend," Rintarou whispered, their noses pressed against each other. "There's no way I’ll decline that offer but we'll have to talk about the conditions."

"Whatever ya, want, babe. Fer now, I'm gettin' ya to eat some vegetables."

And Rintarou nodded with a smile because if Osamu was feeding him, he'd eat anything─ even if it was an onion.