More Than Friends (Sequal to Just Friends)

Suna(4)

-Osamu and Suna chat-

Osamu- you were super warm this morning~

Suna- oh was I?

Osamu- hmmm so tempting

Suna- yeah well, the kisses on my back and neck were peaceful to wake up too

Osamu- until my dumbass brother came into the room wondering if you had gone home

Suna- i literally pretended to be asleep the whole time he was yelling at you

Osamu- i know so rude

Suna- well I wasn't about to get in trouble!

Osamu- pfftt well at least he believed me when I said, he was a flirty drunk and tried to sleep with you

Suna- ;-;

Osamu- IT WAS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MY MIND

Suna- horny bastard

Osamu- oh says Suna

Suna- *gasp* shut up, you're just mad because my dick is bigger

Osamu- pfft honey, my dick was soft when you looked at it

Suna- shut up....

Osamu- ❤️

Suna- and I didn't look at it... I felt it
You were rubbing against me this morning

Osamu- I was tryna get hard

Suna- tf? Is your dick broken? What happened to a morning boner?

Osamu- I woke up early and jerked off before laying down to wake you up~

Suna- I hate you ⭐️💧

Osamu- OH PLEASE AS IF I DID IT IN FRONT OF YOUR SLEEPING BODY
I went to my bathroom

Suna- sureeeeee
⭐️💧

Osamu- why do you hate me

Suna- I don't ❤️

Osamu- you- I-

Suna- *kiss kiss*

Osamu- fuck me, you are adorable

Suna- thank you

Osamu- what are you doing

Suna- hiding in the bathroom

Osamu- why??
You okay?

Suna- yeah, but Atsumu looks over my shoulder a lot to see who I'm texting

Osamu- he's so annoying...

Suna- yeah but he's my best friend

Osamu- mhm
Class is starting I gotta go

Suna- :( okay

-Suna POV-

I type out another reply, biting my lip waiting for him to say something first. I felt like he was angry with me. So I didn't know what to say, I mean when Atsumu gets mad at me, I just laugh it off. He's been my best friend since 5th grade, it's not as if I have to say sorry everytime I offend his huge ego.

But with Osamu, it's different. Sure, I've been close with him as well. I spent my high school year falling in love with him. But I've never had to apologize to him. Nor have I dating someone before. I don't understand how this works.

I looked back down at the phone. The three texting dots popped up, but went away right after. I gulped and let my fingers hover over my keyboard, deleting what I had, typing it once more than deleting again.

I groaned and stood up. I'm probably overthinking. He is at work after all, it's not as if he's lying.

"Suna? Dude come on. " Atsumu pouted outside he bathroom door. I took a deep breath, slipping my phone into my pocket and opening the door to Atsumu glaring eyes. I pushed his whole face away with my hand, punching him with my other when he licked my hand.

He laughed like one of the youtubers I watch. I think his name is DaddyHyena. He laughs like a fucking idiot. I don't see how his boyfriend deals with him. They like to say they aren't dating, but there's no way. DaddyHyena is WAY to attached to him for them not to be together. It's kinda adorable honestly. In a way, they're doing what Osamu and I are doing. Hiding their relationship.

Atsumu wrapped his arms around my waist. "Come on, you look hot. Let's shoot these pictures already." He kissed my cheek before skipping ahead of me. I rubbed his kiss away following after him. He always kisses my cheek, it's so embarrassing. And my heart tugged a little when he did it just now because my thoughts were clouded with his brother. I wonder if Osamu is the jealous type?

I talked to the camera man and my manager about what poses they wanted me to do. It was a freestyle shoot for a men's magazine. I was supposed to be showing off jewelry. Atsumu was showing off men clothing. He always does very masculine things. It's like he's scared to look to feminine, I honestly feel bad for him. He came out to me a day after I came out to him. Freshman was wild.

When I first came out to him, he made fun of me. It really hurt my feelings, I even cried. I figured he was gonna tell the whole school, so I skipped the next day to stay in my bed and sob. But around lunch, I got a knock on my window, and it was Atsumu crying his eyes out saying he was sorry. We cried together than spent the rest of the day talking about when we found out. Atsumu said he knew when he met me. Apparently he had had a crush on me but got over it. I wanted to tell him his brother turned me gay, but haha, that wouldn't of settled well, so I didn't.

Sitting in front of the camera, I put on a plain face and leaned my head back exposing my neck and the diamonds that hung around it. The camera man snapped his fingers. "Yes honey, you look amazing. Can you lay completely back and place your hand over your chest." I did as he said. "Move the hand a little lower please. Ah yes perfect!"

I smiled from the compliments. I don't beg for them, unlike Atsumu, but I still love receiving them.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, my heart immediately jumped. I wanted to check it. I wanted to know if he texted me back. He had to of. Who else would text me?

I took in a deep breath, rolling onto my stomach to show off the pretty chain I had around my waist. My waist was covered in makeup to make sure my tattoo couldn't be seen. I wish I could keep makeup over it 24/7.  It's a constant reminder that my family is trash.

Once again, my phone went off. My camera man put his hand on his hip. "Do you want to get that?"

I sighed and dug out my phone opening it to a text from Osamu.

Osamu- have a good day at work bunny~

I snorted at the nickname. It's kinda cute not gonna lie. No clue how he came up with it.

Suna- bunny? How cute, but I have no clue how that has anything to do with me.

Osamu- your hair. Makes you look like an angry bunny, like with its ears down

I threw my head back in laughter. He's not wrong, but I won't admit that too him. I heard the camera click, my cheeks turning red as I glared at my camera man. He winked at me swatting his hand to have me continue.

Suna- I'm your bunny...

Osamu- yeah baby, you're my bunny~

Cant tell me his ass don't look like a bunny with his ears down.