a heart to hold miya osamu [ ✓ ]

absolutely smitten

tuesday afternoon

15:23

suna rintarou
"aren't you supposed to be
at home?"

osamu looked up from his
ipad and smiled a little at
the sight of suna.

he sported grey baggy sweats
and a clearly oversized black
shirt. he had his usual duffel
bag strapped onto his back
like a backpack, using its
handles like shoulder straps.

"has anyone ever told you
you look dumb wearing a
duffel bag like that?"

suna chuckled, stuffing his
hands into the pockets of his
sweatpants and gently kicking
osamu's foot.

suna rintarou
"shut up, it distributes the
weight of my career better."

osamu laughed.

"shut the fuck up."

suna rintarou
"what are you doing here? i've
never seen you here before and
i walk by all the time."

"i'm waiting for y/n, she's got
a class here."

suna rintarou
"woah! so we're waiting now,
huh?"

suna leaned forward and raised
a brow to mock osamu, a smirk
evident on the dark haired male's
thin lips.

suna rintarou
"dare i say it?"

osamu rolled his eyes.

suna rintarou
"is... is miya osamu a..."

suna rintarou
"a... sIMP?!"

"oi! lower your voice!"

osamu put his ipad aside and
shoved suna back who laughed
and stumbled a bit.

"stupid, people have class."

suna rintarou
"jeez, let me have my fun
every once in a while."

suna smiled at osamu and took
a seat beside him, sitting close
and comfortable. he leaned
back and propped one of his
ankles on top of his other knee.

suna rintarou
"you happy?"

osamu hummed, letting his
shoulders relax.

"i am, yeah."

suna rintarou
"good."

suna rintarou
"you trust her?"

"slowly."

suna rintarou
"cool."

"can i tell you about it?"

suna laughed.

suna rintarou
"yeah dude that's why i sat
down."

suna rintarou
"practice doesn't start any time
soon anyway."

osamu smiled, leaning his head
against the wall.

"she likes me and a part of me
just can't get over it."

"it feels nice to have someone's
eyes on you, you know? like i'm
the focus of her world."