More Than Friends (Sequal to Just Friends)

Osamu (3)

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-Osamu POV-

I watched as Suna removed his shirt, licking my bottom lip not even trying to hide how much I was staring at him. In my defense, I've had a crush on him since 5th grade. But Atsumu always got in the way, telling me to back off and what not.

Suna threw his shirt in the dirty laundry before turning to look at me, his cheeks red from all the alcohol we've been drinking. I cleared my throat, looking back down at my notebook. I've been pushing this off for a few days now, I should've just got it done, but I'm a procrastinator. Plus I work better under pressure.

"What're you working on?" He asked, leaning on the counter with his elbows to look down at my notebook. I turned my head to look at his face, realizing we were closer than I initially thought. He glanced up, smiling. "Atsumu drooled on my shirt." He whispered to clarify why he had got naked in the kitchen. Well, close to naked.

I hummed for a response, staring at my paper. "I'm supposed to write out a few recipes to teach my class tomorrow, but I'm just lazy."

He giggled, and my heart jumped. He has to be aware of how cute he is, he wouldn't be a model otherwise right? I mean Atsumu is so full of himself it's annoying. Although, I'm the only one that knows he does it to hide how he really feels. He use to get bullied a lot in school and the bullying never stopped even in college, so he dropped out and became a model, begging Suna to become one too. Suna obliged, leaving me to finish college myself. Not like I really cared, it had been easy for me. Being a chef isn't that hard, for someone with natural skill at least.

"Need help?"

"Hmm, not much I think you could do."

He pouted like a baby, laying his head on his arms. I stared down at him, looking at his plump lips and wanting to lean forward and kiss him until they are bruised. When a part of his hair fell in front of his face, I moved it away from his eyes, tucking it behind his ear. "You're really beautiful." I whispered.

He snorted and turned his head, pushing away my hand. "Pfft.." He stood up straight, slightly looking back at me. I never took my eyes away from his. "You always say that..."

"I always mean it."

Nodding, Suna stepped closer nudging my shoulder with his own. "Don't flirt, your brother would kill me."

I said nothing, just offered him a small smile and looked down at my notebook once more. To be honest, anytime Suna would bring up my brother I'd get jealous. Hell I'm jealous of my brother all the time. He gets to touch Suna, like he did when they were dancing. He gets to see him smile, and cry, and laugh. He gets to see him be wild and be quiet. It's just not fucking fair. My brother gets everything he wants. It's always been like that.

I've tried to back off. But he's always around. And my god, my feelings are going no where when I can smell him. Like right now, from where he's standing. I can smell all of him. Gosh he uses my body wash and I swear he does it on purpose.

"Suna."

He looked at me, humming for a reply. I bit my lip, leaning closer. His gaze jumped from my lips to my eyes. He seemed frightened, but he didn't back away.

My lips got centimeters away from his own. I could feel each breath he took. "I really like you, you know that?"

"Yeah... I know." He gulped. "I like you too."