Haikyuu Oneshots

Seeking Acceptance (Osamu x Suna)

Osamu was kneeling in front of the bed, ignoring Suna, who was laying on the bed, head resting on Osamu's shoulder.

„Samu", Suna mumbled, „Come to bed, pretty boy."

„I'll already told you, I have to do this assignment til midnight and it's freaking English. Like, it's not that I don't understand it or anything. It's just that it's so much", Osamu shoved Suna's head away.

„Aww, working hard so you can be my sponsor until I have enough money to spoil you?", Suna chuckled.

„Are you drunk or something?", Osamu shook his head, „Or are you just tired?"

„How about both", Suna pulled out his phone, snapped a few photos of Osamu before he occupied himself with the Inarizaki group chat.

Apparently they had only a short practice tomorrow because Kita didn't want anyone to overwork himself before finals. Suna shook his head, typical Kita, education came always first.

„Should I make dinner once I'm done?", Osamu looked up from his homework, „My special Onigiri?"
„Can I help you?", Suna liked a photo Atsumu posted a few hours ago, „After the last time?"

„If you do want to help me, why would you mention the last time I allowed you in the kitchen and you almost burned it down?"

„Maybe I just want to stare at your round ass when you cook", Suna locked his phone.

„Pervert", Osamu chuckled, closed his laptop before he dragged Suna with him.

„First of all you need cold rice, warm rice doesn't really stick and your fingers will only hurt", explained Osamu, „Then you make the filling, here, mash the tuna and all these spices and mayo."
„Alright chef, I'm a grown up", Suna declared.

„If you say so", Osamu chuckled.

A whole lot later Osamu had formed perfect triangle shaped onigiri while Suna somehow produced kind of a mashy substance.

„Hey, maybe it's tasty", Osamu tried to cheer his boyfriend up but it was kind of difficult when he also held back his laughter.

„Well, my job is to eat not to cook", defended Suna himself, „I really should've stared at your butt."
„Stop your pouting and move your own ass here, it was your idea after all", Osamu shoved an onigiri into his mouth. Suna huffed but did the same.

A bit of rice was stuck on Osamu's chin, Suna bend forwards, kissing him: „You taste quite good, my love."

A deep blush spread on Osamu's face, trying to hide it with his hands: „Suna, who knew you're able to make compliments like these."

„Better question, when are we going to come out?", for quite some time now they thought about telling their parents but well, elder people might not be that understanding of their situation: „Not our parents though, maybe Kita and Atsumu, you know so we have someone to talk about us because I really want us to work out."

„Wow", Osamu swallowed, „You – You sure? I-I mean, you're right. But Atsumu? I – I really love him and I'm sure he does love me too."

„We could talk to Kita first?", offered Suna, „He has the brain."

„Yeah, Kita, right, Kita", mumbled Osamu.

Soon both of them decided to go to sleep, Suna's head resting on Osamu's chest. The brown haired boy softly snored, mumbled incoherent words when Osamu scratched his scalp.

Osamu on the other hand laid with his eyes open, a scowl on his face.

He knew that sooner or later he had to tell Atsumu, he didn't want to damage their relationship by keeping secrets from him.

But he knew how Atsumu was. He was hot-headed, selfish, and could be unpredictable.

He definitely would be upset at Osamu if he found out.

Osamu groaned, why did he have to be gay? Why couldn't his life be easy? Why couldn't this world accept people like him?

He glanced over to Suna, a small smile formed on his lips. His boy was so fine he could scream.

After some time Osamu's eyes were drooping until he finally fell asleep.

Osuma could've sworn he only slept for like five minutes until the alarm was ringing them both out off bed.

„Stupid thing, lemme sleep", Suna whined, „It's too early."

„Aww, is my lil baby sweepy?", teased Osamu, yawning, „Come on, princess, if you get up, I'll kiss you."

„You'll do that anyways", Suna dragged himself out of bed, „Damned Kita."

After Osamu made them both some coffee, they were already had to leave or they would be really late.

While they walked the last bit from the station to the school Suna asked: „Kita first?"

„Yeah, Kita first", Osamu nodded.

Practice. Calm, Osamu, it's just practice, you have done this a thousand times.

He smissed the spike, and the next, finally he got one over the net.

„Hey, Samu! Get your attention up!", Atsumu shrieked.

Osamu swallowed: „Shut up, asshole."

Kita crossed his arms, both brothers shut up immediately. Kita nodded.

Atsumu huffed, set the ball, Osamu hit it shakely, sending it right back, hitting himself in the face.

„Haha, you almost looked like the Orange-Guy from Karasuno, heard he got into nationals", Atsumu laughed, „Now come on, lil bro, stop pouting or you'll become even uglier."

„Hm", Osamu took his position, spiked into the net.

„Hey, maybe it's better if you take a short break?", Atsumu was puzzled, his brother acted – to put it simple – weird.

Osamu huffed, sat on the bench, not letting Suna, Kita or anyone else convince him to start playing again.

He stormed off the second practice was over, ignoring Atsumu's upset screams. School was blurry, maybe he would've paid attention if he actually cared, Osamu thought. But well, not today.

Afternoon practice, right, how exactly - ?

„Osamu!", Atsumu ran over to his brother, „Come with me and don't even think about shutting me down."
Atsumu dragged his brother by the ear, making him sit in front of the gym. There Atsumu drew in a deep breath: „Okay, Samu, tell me what has worked you so up, hm?"

Osamu didn't anwer.

„Hey, I care about you, you're my brother, you can tell me everything. I really don't want to see you like this", Atsumu patted Osamu's shoulder, looking at him gently as tears welled up in the silver-haired boy's eyes.

„Sh, don't you cry, baby brother, I'm sure you can tell me", Atsumu rubbed soothing circles on his back, „Take your time, I'm here."

Osamu hiccupped, smearing snot and tears on his sleeve: „I – I'm gay."

To his surprise Atsumu chuckled: „Slay, I'm bi, actually I'm bi myself."

„WHAT!", Osamu shrieked before he muttered, „This is suppossed to be about me."

„Ah, sorry, sooo, you're gay, hm, that's pretty gay, you know?", Atsumu wiped Osamu's face, „Anyone in particular you're interested in?"
Osamu looked away sheepishly: „Actually I'm dating Suna for three months now."