Listen,,,,

Osamu and Suna developed feelings for each other.

They tend to slip a little flirt here and there, brushing of pinkies when no one& #39;s looking. Osamu leaving sticky notes on Suna& #39;s water bottle, and Suna leaving random snacks in Osamu& #39;s sports bag

No one else knew-
-about their secret. This went on for while but neither of them confessed. They both began doubting that maybe it unrequited; that the other doesn& #39;t love them back.

Then it started. Their pinkies didn& #39;t brush, the notes were gone, and so did the treats.
It was senior year, the cold winds of october engulfed the gym.

Suna, who was sitting on the side of the court, was shivering. Osamu noticed Suna& #39;s nose and ears flushed. He made his way to his gym bag, rummaging throught his belongingd trying to find the scarf he brought.
Osamu felt the soft fabric and quickly pulled it out of his bag only to turn around to find Atsumu already wrapping his scarf around Suna& #39;s neck.

Atsumu took hold of Suna& #39;s hands, cupping them together as he whispered in Suna& #39;s ear.
Osamu watched this from the far side of the court. Suddenly, he couldn& #39;t feel the cold october winds. He could only feel heart breaking.

He puts back his scarf. The note he placed fell off. He bent down to retrieve it.

“I still love you” it says.
He looked back at Suna, Atsumu& #39;s arm slumped over his shoulders trying to keep him warm.

Osamu sat down staring at the note he wrote for Suna.

“Ah. I& #39;ve lost.”
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