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Sometimes Oikawa will inch closer, too, until he’s fully on top of Hajime, practically suffocating him under his big body and heavy limbs and Hajime feels so weighed down by sweetness that he could choke on it. Oikawa’s always restricting Hajime’s airflow in one way or another, anyway, so Hajime figures he doesn’t mind all that much when the love-love lodges itself in his throat, threatening to spill out into the open air and twinkle there like gems in the bruised night sky.
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It’s just past eight o’clock on a Thursday morning, and they’ve got an hour before either of them has to be anywhere, and when Osamu turns his phone to show Semi the pouting rant Atsumu’s been texting him about Kenma ignoring him, Semi laughs, loud and delighted, and Osamu can’t keep the smile off his face.
It’s just past eight o’clock on a Thursday morning, and Osamu figures that, if he had to put a label on it, he’d say he’s something like in love with his best friend.
Miya Osamu is something like in love with Semi Eita, and it's nothing more than a pipe dream. Probably.Bookmarked by hailey98
12 Feb 2021
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osamu: i just have a thought about you dying. like now— like in my life now
osamu: and i hate it. like i—
atsumu: wh—
atsumu: you hate me in your life?
osamu: no? fuckin—
osamu: LISTEN to what i’m trying to tell you bro
osamu: i love you
atsumu: oh? OHa.k.a atsumu and osamu play truth or drink for the MSBY black jackals youtube channel, and chaos ensues
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"Help me write a love letter," Osamu says.
(Love & How to Make It, by Suna Rintarou and Miya Osamu.)
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22 Jan 2021
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“How was it?”
“He’s an idiot. As I suspected.”
“That sucks.” There’s no need for half-baked shock or sympathy. Kiyoomi wouldn’t appreciate it, and besides: Atsumu’s decision to keep his piss-colored hair for the past two years doesn’t really indicate stellar intelligence.
“But he’s a good kisser.”
“That’s good,” Motoya nods, and then the chip he’s munching on is slipping down the wrong pipe. “Wait, what the fuck?”
On growing up and out, through the eyes of Komori Motoya.