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☁️ 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥 ☁️

Osamu stood by the doorway of Suna's classroom, patiently waiting for the lazy boy to finish his classes.

Kita was unavailable that day so practices were canceled. Meaning, the two of them were able to hang out. They just entered the second week of their relationship and they were still in the kind of awkward stage, despite being friends for a while now.

But nonetheless, Osamu wanted to hang out with Suna.

The school bell rings as Suna makes his way out almost too eagerly, skipping along to see his beautiful boyfriend. "Osamu," he calls out, his boyfriend looking at him and smiling.

"Hey, how was class?"

"Ugh, math sucks. I fell asleep," Suna rubs the back of his head, yawning. "Let's?"

Osamu nods, both standing side by side as they walk down the school hallways silently. Osamu glances at Suna every once in a while, checking to see if his boyfriend needs anything. He itches to hold his hand, gulping lightly, gripping his bag as they exit the school campus. Suna's hands were in his pockets, and holding hands in public just seemed too out of character for the both of them, so Osamu pushed his urges aside.

They made their way to the busy street, still not uttering a word ever since they left the campus. 'What the fuck,' Osamu sweats, 'This used to be a no-brainer for us, the hell is going on now?' he internally curses, instinctively glancing at Suna once more.

"Dude, is there something wrong? You keep glancing in my direction ever since we left school,"

'WELL SHIT, HE POINTED IT OUT!'

"Ah, ummm.. it's nothing, just making sure yer aight," he purses his lips, anticipating a negative reaction. Suna slightly laughs and looks ahead of him, "Well then that's real nice of you Osamu," they both take a turn as Osamu grips his bag harder.

They stand under the bus stop and wait, Suna glancing at the seemingly calm Osamu. '*Akan, Akan, he's looking at me! What did I do?' he internally panics as Suna clears his throat. "You sure I could hang out over to your house today?"

Osamu snaps his head to his boyfriend's direction and nods vigorously, "Don't worry, Tsumu went out to hang with his friends back in Tokyo," he calmly explains, both going back to their awkward silence.

Osamu was ready to have an aneurysm. His heart was beating at a rapid pace it scared him, his voice was stuck on his throat and he was fidgeting a bit.

Suna on the other hand was not suspecting anything.

Osamu loosens his tie, taking a gulp as the bus stops, Suna entering first followed by Osamu. They sit at the far back, Osamu tensely sitting beside his boyfriend.

"So, what do you wanna do when we get there," he asks and glances at Suna. The chocolate-haired boy lazily shrugs his shoulder and casually leans on Osamu, making the latter twin commence his long-awaited stroke. He was squealing on the inside like a tire on a train track, heart pounding like crazy as the smell of Suna wafts up his nose.

'Why the fuck am I so nervous? I gotta man up, this attitude would do me no good,'

He glances at Suna to suddenly see him sleeping. 'Well that was fast!' he silently gapes in surprise. He sits there, contemplating whether or not to grab his boyfriend's hand.

He sits still for a solid 15 minutes, tense and panicking about what to do. He really wanted to hold Rintaro's hand, and he didn't exactly know why he was too nervous about it.

He then sucks it up, brushing his hand against Suna's but the bus suddenly stops, halting while launching the two a bit forward.

Suna gets shaken off from his sleep, his hand rubbing his eye, as they get up and leave the bus. 'Goddamn,'

"Nee, Osamu, hurry if you don't want the bus to take you," Suna beckons outside the bus. He steps out, furiously blushing as Rinatro glances at him and laughs, "Do you really wanna hang out?" asked his boyfriend jokingly.

"Of course I do!" Osamu responds with panicked wide eyes. Suna looks at him in a surprised look, never anticipating such a passionate response from the usually laid back boy.

"Hey, is there something wrong?" Suna stops walking and turns to Osamu, approaching him cautiously now. Miya curses under his breath, feeling the blood rush up to his neck and ears.

"I-, no there isn't," he holds his hands in front of him, as if giving in to surrender.

"You know," Suna observes him with slightly worried eyes, "You've been acting weird ever since we got out of school, are you sick or something?" he then places a hand on Osamu's forehead, the latter imploding with shyness and panic.

"It's not that, and it isn't your fault either," Osamu lightly takes Suna's hand from his forehead, hesitating before letting it go.

"I don't know, I kinda get self-conscious around you because you're so cool and all, you're calm and collected and I'm scared to do something wrong," he mutters and carries on walking.

Suna looks on at his boyfriend, chuckling softly before catching up to him. "I never took you for the shy type,"

"Me neither," the grey-haired boy responds, shoving his hands in his pockets. He restlessly clenches his hands, fighting the urge to hold Suna's, still letting his shyness take over.

They reach the Miya's house, both of them immediately making themselves home, especially Suna. He pulled snacks out of the cupboard and drinks out of the fridge.

"You can change to your casual clothes at the bathroom over there," Osamu beckons, regaining his composure from his mini outburst. "Way ahead of you," Suna exits the said bathroom with a tee and summer shorts on.

Osamu blushes at the sight, immediately turning away and heading to the living room. He sets down the snacks, on the table and sits on the couch.

Suna then takes a seat beside him, hoisting his leg up the couch, grabbing a snack. The movie plays in front of them, eating in silence.

Halfway into the movie, Osamu reaches out for a drink, his hand brushing against Suna's. He feels sudden heat on his hand and immediately pulls it back, Suna looking at him in confusion.

"Is something wrong with me?" he suddenly asks, pausing the movie. Osamu audibly gulps, glancing at Suna's hand.

"I mean you could've told me if you didn't want me in the first-"

"It's not like that, I swear!" he jolts up his seat, looking away and blushing. 'You idiot yer making him feel bad!'

He clenches his fist and looks at Rintaro dead in the eyes. "I've been hesitating for a while but I really wanted to hold your hand, I just didn't know how to..." he calmly explains as to not worry Suna.

He feels a hand brush over his', and intertwining their hands, Suna brings them up, and softly smiling at their hands. "You idiot, you could've just said so,"

Osamu's heart was beating wildly in his chest, joy filling every fiber of his body. He holds out a hand to pull Suna closer, taking his other hand, "Can I do this more often?" he asks.

Suna nods,

"Of course you can,"

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**I FORGOT THE T/N!!
T/N: 'Akan' is the Kansai-ben term for 'Yabai' meaning 'This is bad' or 'Oh no'
Writing down their accents are hard, I'll try my best next time but today just isn't it

ᵒᵐᶠᵍ , ᵇᵗˢ ᵀᴬᴱᵗᵉʳᵗʰᵒᵗ ʰᵃˢ ᵃ ʷᵃᵗᵗᵖᵃᵈ ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ, ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵖᵃˢˢ ᵃʷᵃʸ ⁿᵒʷ.

ANYWAYS, Multishipper_Traxh, here it is~~ I hope you liked it ★~(◡﹏◕✿)