#sunaosa

"Can I have a kiss?" Suna asks, wrapping his arms around Osamu's waist.

"No," Osamu replies, slicing a large white onion.

"Samu, please," Suna whines into his neck. "It's very important that you kiss me right now."

"No," Osamu says again, tone flat. "I'm making dinner."

Suna lets out another whined protest, before reluctantly releasing him from his hold when he gets no response. Cruel.

He settles for hopping up onto the kitchen counter to watch as his boyfriend works.

"Pass me the vegetable peeler," Osamu requests, after a while.

Suna hums thoughtfully. "Okay. But can I have a kiss first?"

Osamu ignores him, opting to stretch and reach for the kitchen tool himself. Suna sighs. It was worth a try.

Osamu continues to work on his vegetables quietly, the silence only punctuated by the sound of Suna's heels knocking into the cabinets as he swings his legs hanging off the counter edge.

He bides his time, stalling until he thinks Osamu's guard has lowered, before he strikes.

"Babe. What are you making?"

"Vegetable stir fry," Osamu replies, still focused on chopping carrots. "But if you're hungry I can make you something quick first."

Bingo.

"Ooh, I am kind of hungry, actually," Suna lies. "Can I have a sandwich?"

"Mm. Okay. What do you want in it?"

"Peanut butter and pickles."

Osamu recoils like he's been burned, putting down the knife to stare at Suna like he's grown a second head.

"Rin, what the fuck?" he splutters. "No way. I'm not making that."

"But I'm hungry," Suna whines.

"Go eat some cereal or something. I am not making you that monstrosity again," Osamu grumbles.

"Aw," Suna pretends to pout. "Time for a bowl of Hot Cheetos and milk again, I guess."

Osamu visibly pales. "Rin, no. Don't do this."

"No? Maybe I'll eat some of those banana snacks you hate so much," Suna says nonchalantly. "You know there's nothing I love more than artificial banana flavouring."

"Please stop," Osamu begs.

"Talking about bananas, did you know in Sweden they eat bananas on pizza?"

"Rin, stop talking, please," Osamu pleads, looking distraught.

"Oh? But I don't see how it's any different from pineapple on pizza, you know how much I love-"

Osamu yanks him by the collar and presses his lips to his. Suna smiles into the kiss.

Works like a charm, every time.

hehe thanks for reading!

anyway i think Miya "Michelin-starred chef" Osamu and Suna "artificial banana flavouring tastes nice, sue me" Rintarou make for a very funny dynamic so here's something dumb!

btw i found all of these food combinations online so there are people out there actually eating them and idk how to feel about that