a heart to hold miya osamu [ ✓ ]

big baby

saturday afternoon

14:32

"when's ryou getting here!"

suna rintarou
"pipe down, would ya? he'll get
here when he gets here."

suna rintarou
"what's the rush anyway?"

"he teaches better than you."

suna scoffed, rolling his eyes at
you before chucking the ball your
direction in a playful manner.

suna rintarou
"well sorry they voted us out
to play 3 on 3 and sakusa and
osamu decided to pepper which
left me with your dumbdumbbum."

"you are such a child, suna."

suna rintarou
"well! teaching isn't my forte,
alright?"

suna rintarou
"and it's weird to be all mushy
like osamu."

"he's not mushy."

suna rintarou
"eeehhh? i'm pretty sure he is."

"wellㅡ"

suna rintarou
"there's no point in denying it
you know."

suna rintarou
"you guys are lovesick puppies
jumping into water and running
back onto the sand before the
wave would swallow you up."

your eyes lit up at the metaphor
and you straightened as you sat,
looking up at suna with a sparkle
in your expression that confused
him.

suna rintarou
"what, lil giri?"

you laughed.

"you used a metaphor!"

suna scrunched his nose.

suna rintarou
"i'm not illiterate, y/n. i'm capable
of making comparisons every
once in a while so don't mark me
out as stupid in that pretty little
head of yours."

you chucked the ball back at him,
making him laugh as he adjusted
his body to catch the volleyball.

"oh shut up! i thought you and
i were having a moment!"

suna smirked.

suna rintarou
"nah, save that for osamu."

"jeez!"

he laughed at his own cheeky
remark.

suna rintarou
"alright, alright, change of topic
then."

suna rintarou
"get up and we can pepper, too."

_

14:53

watanabe ryou
"sorry we're late! tatsuya was
being an ass!"

your body perked and you caught
the ball, your head turning to face
the direction ryou's voice came
from.

he wore clothes similar from before,
shorts and a long sleeve, but this
time he came with a boy who was
just a bit short than he was but still
tall.