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— #sunaosa
"whose magazine is this?!" shinsuke's firm voice, though calm, roared around locker room. he was holding an inappropriate magazine that was hidden deep inside one of the unused lockers.
it was his first day as captain but he decided to
— #sunaosa
"whose magazine is this?!" shinsuke's firm voice, though calm, roared around locker room. he was holding an inappropriate magazine that was hidden deep inside one of the unused lockers.
it was his first day as captain but he decided to
do some cleaning first instead of practice.
everyone in the room looked at the twins. even though they were just first years, the mischievous twins were already known for causing chaos everywhere they step on.
when they felt the other's eyes prying on them, they started
everyone in the room looked at the twins. even though they were just first years, the mischievous twins were already known for causing chaos everywhere they step on.
when they felt the other's eyes prying on them, they started
pointing fingers.
"that's samu's." "definitely tsumu's." they both said in unison, defending themselves.
"or maybe it's aran-kun's?" atsumu grinned at aran who's trying his best not to react.
osamu gave rintaro a side glance, who's busy tapping his phone but discreetly
"that's samu's." "definitely tsumu's." they both said in unison, defending themselves.
"or maybe it's aran-kun's?" atsumu grinned at aran who's trying his best not to react.
osamu gave rintaro a side glance, who's busy tapping his phone but discreetly
observing the people around him. "it's tsumu's, kita-san. he bought ut last week." osamu pointed his twin with a serious face, gaining a violent reaction from atsumu.
everyone tensed, they could see shinsuke's nerve protruding in his temple. "atsumu, ten laps around the gym."
everyone tensed, they could see shinsuke's nerve protruding in his temple. "atsumu, ten laps around the gym."
"what?! kita-san, that's not mine!" he retorted, as if someone would believe him.
after few negotiations, atsumu gave up, frustrated and mad at his twin, who just gave him a little victory smirk.
"i'll kill you." he mouthed.
after practice, osamu went ahead, leaving his twin
after few negotiations, atsumu gave up, frustrated and mad at his twin, who just gave him a little victory smirk.
"i'll kill you." he mouthed.
after practice, osamu went ahead, leaving his twin
behind, acting on his punishment.
"sunarin." he ran towards rintaro, busy again with his phone, chuppets in between his lips.
"'sup." he greeted without looking up, walking carelessly like he memorized every spot in the hallway and what to avoid.
osamu scratched the back of
"sunarin." he ran towards rintaro, busy again with his phone, chuppets in between his lips.
"'sup." he greeted without looking up, walking carelessly like he memorized every spot in the hallway and what to avoid.
osamu scratched the back of
his neck. "i- uh-"
"you know that magazine was mine, right?" rintaro stopped walking, faced osamu with a stern yet lazy look.
it's true. osamu knew it belonged to rintaro. he saw the latter squeezing the magazine inside the locker full of trash when nobody was around.
"yeah."
"you know that magazine was mine, right?" rintaro stopped walking, faced osamu with a stern yet lazy look.
it's true. osamu knew it belonged to rintaro. he saw the latter squeezing the magazine inside the locker full of trash when nobody was around.
"yeah."
"then why did you blame atsumu?" rintaro had no intention of sounding rude, but osamu's reaction said otherwise.
they were never close. in fact, this was the first time they interacted. they might be in the same class but they were both intimidated by each other's presence,
they were never close. in fact, this was the first time they interacted. they might be in the same class but they were both intimidated by each other's presence,
so no one wanted to approach the other.
"do you need something?" osamu never thought that rintaro was this kind of person. the one who bribes.
he is evil. osamu thought.
"actually, yes." osamu replied.
in rintaro's point of view, he never thought osamu would be this kind of
"do you need something?" osamu never thought that rintaro was this kind of person. the one who bribes.
he is evil. osamu thought.
"actually, yes." osamu replied.
in rintaro's point of view, he never thought osamu would be this kind of
person. the one who blackmails.
he's a trickster. rintaro thought.
"spit it." rintaro put his one hand inside his pocket. "i don't have that much time." the popsicle moving up and down with every word he says.
"help me."
"with what?"
"i like this girl and i really don't kn-"
he's a trickster. rintaro thought.
"spit it." rintaro put his one hand inside his pocket. "i don't have that much time." the popsicle moving up and down with every word he says.
"help me."
"with what?"
"i like this girl and i really don't kn-"
"woah woah there foxy. what makes you think i know something about girls?" he took the popsicle in between his lips and arched an eyebrow to osamu.
to osamu's defense, rintaro was the best option.
he tried asking his brother, of course. but that idiot's mind only holds nothing
to osamu's defense, rintaro was the best option.
he tried asking his brother, of course. but that idiot's mind only holds nothing
but volleyball.
he tried asking ginjima, but all he ever said was "be passionate! be passionate!" about what exactly? he kept repeating that girls like guys who are passionate. but passionate about what?
and there's no way in hell that he'll ask his upperclassmen.
so rintaro,
he tried asking ginjima, but all he ever said was "be passionate! be passionate!" about what exactly? he kept repeating that girls like guys who are passionate. but passionate about what?
and there's no way in hell that he'll ask his upperclassmen.
so rintaro,
really was his last resort. not to mention that he has a sister.
"i tried asking everyone, believe me. all i got was non sense." he looked down at his feet, hands inside his pocket.
rintaro chuckled. "yeah, i do know some stuff about girls." he leaned in to osamu's level.
"i tried asking everyone, believe me. all i got was non sense." he looked down at his feet, hands inside his pocket.
rintaro chuckled. "yeah, i do know some stuff about girls." he leaned in to osamu's level.
"but what makes you think i'll help you?" their faces really close to each other.
he really is evil. osamu thought.
osamu squinted, he's got an ace, a counterattack.
"is that why you blamed atsumu? you think you can bribe me?" but that counterattack was quickly demolished.
he really is evil. osamu thought.
osamu squinted, he's got an ace, a counterattack.
"is that why you blamed atsumu? you think you can bribe me?" but that counterattack was quickly demolished.
rintaro's a smart-ass, no doubt about it.
osamu sighed in defeat, hands in air. "alright. you win this time. i'll just ask aran-kun." he walked ahead.
"nah, he looks like he's never approached a girl in his life." rintaro smirked as osamu slowly looked back. "i'll help you,
osamu sighed in defeat, hands in air. "alright. you win this time. i'll just ask aran-kun." he walked ahead.
"nah, he looks like he's never approached a girl in his life." rintaro smirked as osamu slowly looked back. "i'll help you,
but you'll owe me a chuppets after school."
osamu couldn't help but smile while shaking his head. "sure. a deal's a deal."
a deal's a deal, he says. but that deal turned into something else.
"so the girl you like is... fuyuki?" rintaro sucked the essence of the popsicle stick.
osamu couldn't help but smile while shaking his head. "sure. a deal's a deal."
a deal's a deal, he says. but that deal turned into something else.
"so the girl you like is... fuyuki?" rintaro sucked the essence of the popsicle stick.
"it's fuyumi. and please stop. that's gross. popsicle sticks aren't food." he said, elbowing rintaro which made the latter laugh.
"such a killjoy. it tastes good that's why."
osamu opened his lunchbox, "here," he handed it to rintaro. "try some real food." riceballs and
"such a killjoy. it tastes good that's why."
osamu opened his lunchbox, "here," he handed it to rintaro. "try some real food." riceballs and
some octopus shaped hotdogs was what rintaro saw.
"your mom's very thoughtful, huh."
"i made it." osamu corrected, taking one of the onigiris.
rintaro, out of shock, just stared at osamu who didn't seem to notice his stares.
cute.
it made him smile a little.
it was just
"your mom's very thoughtful, huh."
"i made it." osamu corrected, taking one of the onigiris.
rintaro, out of shock, just stared at osamu who didn't seem to notice his stares.
cute.
it made him smile a little.
it was just
the two of them in the rooftop, and somehow, rintaro felt comfortable with osamu around.
but a deal's a deal, right?
"so," rintaro cleared his throat. "when do you plan to talk to fuyuki?"
"fuyumi. i don't know dude, i'm too shy to approach her."
rintaro bursted out laughing,
but a deal's a deal, right?
"so," rintaro cleared his throat. "when do you plan to talk to fuyuki?"
"fuyumi. i don't know dude, i'm too shy to approach her."
rintaro bursted out laughing,
and osamu, well, he couldn't help but blush profusely. other than atsumu, rintaro was the first person to joke around him like this. normally, people perceive osamu as the quiet yet uptight one, but the osamu that's in front of rintaro, this was something else.
"sorry, sorry."
"sorry, sorry."
rintaro said, trying to hold his laughter and his stomach.
"what's so funny about it?" osamu retorted.
"i don't know man, you looked cute." rintaro blurted out.
when he realized what he said, it was already too late. osamu was ablushing mess, questioning himself as to why
"what's so funny about it?" osamu retorted.
"i don't know man, you looked cute." rintaro blurted out.
when he realized what he said, it was already too late. osamu was ablushing mess, questioning himself as to why
was he blushing in the first place.
rintaro took one of the octopus hotdogs and took a small bite, avoiding eye contact with osamu.
"this tastes good." he said in a really small voice.
"now, why do you sound like that?!" osamu furrowed his eyebrows.
"sound like what?!"
rintaro took one of the octopus hotdogs and took a small bite, avoiding eye contact with osamu.
"this tastes good." he said in a really small voice.
"now, why do you sound like that?!" osamu furrowed his eyebrows.
"sound like what?!"
"why do you sound like a little girl?!" osamu had his emphasis on the sound. but really, he was just trying to make up for being embarassed.
he really is a trickster. rintaro thought.
it was no less than a month since they became friends, if that's what they call each other,
he really is a trickster. rintaro thought.
it was no less than a month since they became friends, if that's what they call each other,
but things are escalating too quickly.
even atsumu noticed that osamu was acting strange. he doesn't eat with him anymore, he sometimes zone out, and often times, would smile.
"samu," atsumu put his hand on his twin's shoulder, "you're not telling me something."
even atsumu noticed that osamu was acting strange. he doesn't eat with him anymore, he sometimes zone out, and often times, would smile.
"samu," atsumu put his hand on his twin's shoulder, "you're not telling me something."
osamu took his twin's hand off and arched an eyebrow. "what?"
atsumu grinned like a creep, "you like someone, don't you?"
everyone else in the locker room glanced at them. even akagi whistled.
"i don't know what you're talking about."
"is it the girl from class two?"
atsumu grinned like a creep, "you like someone, don't you?"
everyone else in the locker room glanced at them. even akagi whistled.
"i don't know what you're talking about."
"is it the girl from class two?"
"so you got a crush?" ginjima walked as if he's a hustler, putting an elbow on osamu's shoulder. he's becoming irritated by the attention he's getting.
he aggressively shifted his shoulders, making gin lose a bit of his balance. "i don't. stop it tsumu."
"oh really?" atsumu
he aggressively shifted his shoulders, making gin lose a bit of his balance. "i don't. stop it tsumu."
"oh really?" atsumu
wiggled his eyebrows. "i've been seeing ya smile like a dork and you don't eat lunch with me anymore. so, who's the unlucky girl?"
"i'm unlucky cause you're my twin." osamu rolled his eyes then proceeded to pack his gym bag.
everyone was laughing and teasing atsumu until
"i'm unlucky cause you're my twin." osamu rolled his eyes then proceeded to pack his gym bag.
everyone was laughing and teasing atsumu until
rintaro banged his locker door shut, gaining stares from the team. it was obvious that he did it on purpose, but why?
when he realized what he did, he turned slowly and mumbled an apology before heading out.
everyone, even shinsuke was shocked by rintaro's behavior.
when he realized what he did, he turned slowly and mumbled an apology before heading out.
everyone, even shinsuke was shocked by rintaro's behavior.
he was always the chill guy who never loses his cool. always lazily observing people, not intervening with everything.
something could've happened, shinsuke thought.
lunch came but their was no sign of rintaro in the rooftop, not even a shadow. osamu sat down by the fence,
something could've happened, shinsuke thought.
lunch came but their was no sign of rintaro in the rooftop, not even a shadow. osamu sat down by the fence,
wondering if rintaro's good or not. he may not be feeling well or maybe he got an errand to run to.
osamu just shrugged, opened his lunchbox before glancing below. there were a lot of people walking around the campus, but one with an improper uniform caught his attention.
osamu just shrugged, opened his lunchbox before glancing below. there were a lot of people walking around the campus, but one with an improper uniform caught his attention.
rintaro has a habit of not wearing his tie when it's free time. his long sleeves weren't tucked in his pants too, sleeves folded up until his elbows. and the coat? well, he would always leave it anywhere.
anywhere.
and osamu would always pick it up for him.
but seeing him
anywhere.
and osamu would always pick it up for him.
but seeing him
laugh and joke around with someone else had osamu's stomach churn.
it was a sight he never saw before, but he clearly did not want to see. a bitter taste went up from his throat to his tongue.
and he didn't know where the hell it came from.
he sighed and continued eating.
it was a sight he never saw before, but he clearly did not want to see. a bitter taste went up from his throat to his tongue.
and he didn't know where the hell it came from.
he sighed and continued eating.
half an hour passed, and still no sign of rintaro. osamu had already finished his food, he even made a spare one for the guy but he ended up eating it too.
he decided to go back in class. in defeat.
but in the classroom, no rintaro was seen.
where could that guy be? it's not
he decided to go back in class. in defeat.
but in the classroom, no rintaro was seen.
where could that guy be? it's not
his nature to wander off anywhere.
"yo." a familiar voice greeted osamu as he was packing his bento back into his bag.
"where'd you been?" osamu replied, without looking up.
"somewhere." rintaro, hands inside his pocket, rocking back and forth.
"mhmm." was the only thing
"yo." a familiar voice greeted osamu as he was packing his bento back into his bag.
"where'd you been?" osamu replied, without looking up.
"somewhere." rintaro, hands inside his pocket, rocking back and forth.
"mhmm." was the only thing
osamu could manage to reply.
rintaro pulled a chair and sat in it, legs spread, and arms leaning on the backrest. "when do you plan on confessing?"
osamu avoided eye contact and continued fixing his bag even though there's nothing to fix. he just didn't want to face him.
rintaro pulled a chair and sat in it, legs spread, and arms leaning on the backrest. "when do you plan on confessing?"
osamu avoided eye contact and continued fixing his bag even though there's nothing to fix. he just didn't want to face him.
"ion know." he mumbled.
"why not? don't tell me this month of training will go to waste." rintaro teased, but osamu doesn't plan on reciprocating it. in fact, he feels so irritated which annoys him because he doesn't know why.
"you actually taught me nothing." bitterness
"why not? don't tell me this month of training will go to waste." rintaro teased, but osamu doesn't plan on reciprocating it. in fact, he feels so irritated which annoys him because he doesn't know why.
"you actually taught me nothing." bitterness
staining his tone.
his remark, though calm, shocked rintaro. not because osamu's being an ingrate, but because he's right.
they only passed time talking about random stuff, watching videos, and rubbing dirt on atsumu behind his back.
but he enjoyed it. he enjoyed having
his remark, though calm, shocked rintaro. not because osamu's being an ingrate, but because he's right.
they only passed time talking about random stuff, watching videos, and rubbing dirt on atsumu behind his back.
but he enjoyed it. he enjoyed having
osamu around. he enjoyed his company, that sometimes he forgets what his purpose really is.
"i think you should do it already." he shifted from his seat, trying to straighten his back but failed.
in atsumu's words, osamu's irritation meter just went red.
osamu was ready to
"i think you should do it already." he shifted from his seat, trying to straighten his back but failed.
in atsumu's words, osamu's irritation meter just went red.
osamu was ready to
lash out but one of their classmates called him, saying a girl was looking for him.
it was the girl that osamu likes. or if he still does.
"speak of the devil and he shall come," rintaro absentmindedly said, which he regretted. fortunately, osamu was far off to hear it.
it was the girl that osamu likes. or if he still does.
"speak of the devil and he shall come," rintaro absentmindedly said, which he regretted. fortunately, osamu was far off to hear it.
"can i talk to you, miya-kun?" the girl sheepishly said. "in private." she added, noticing the swarm of people hiding behind the windows, peeking at them. but rintaro's not one of them, he remained in his seat.
osamu took the girl just a few paces from their classroom, out of
osamu took the girl just a few paces from their classroom, out of
his classmates' eavesdropping.
"fuyuki, right?" osamu scratched his nape.
"it's fuyumi, actually." she was pretty cute, osamu thought. and her eyes reminded him of rintaro.
wait.
why was he thinking about the guy?
"i just wanted to give you this." she handed a small
"fuyuki, right?" osamu scratched his nape.
"it's fuyumi, actually." she was pretty cute, osamu thought. and her eyes reminded him of rintaro.
wait.
why was he thinking about the guy?
"i just wanted to give you this." she handed a small
pink envelope while bowing. but before osamu could even speak, the bell rang. their break is over.
"that's it! bye!" she said before running off.
"wait!" osamu grabbed her wrist. "meet me by the tennis gym later."
the girl blushed lightly after osamu let her go.
when osamu
"that's it! bye!" she said before running off.
"wait!" osamu grabbed her wrist. "meet me by the tennis gym later."
the girl blushed lightly after osamu let her go.
when osamu
went back to his classroom, he was greeted by teases and whistles from his classmates.
"looks like our deal is off." rintaro ruffled osamu's hair before going back to his assigned seat. "i'm gonna miss the free chuppets though." he chuckled.
yeah, looks like the deal is off.
"looks like our deal is off." rintaro ruffled osamu's hair before going back to his assigned seat. "i'm gonna miss the free chuppets though." he chuckled.
yeah, looks like the deal is off.
after classes, osamu went to the tennis gym as promised. they have no practice as midterms were nearing and shinsuke insisted that they should study.
atsumu, being the hard-headed idiot that he is, practiced some serves with gin. and rintaro, well, he didn't know where went off.
atsumu, being the hard-headed idiot that he is, practiced some serves with gin. and rintaro, well, he didn't know where went off.
to be true, rintaro just went to the rooftop, watching the tiny people go back and forth, wandering somewhere.
he shouldn't really care about osamu. if not, he should be proud or something. he finally got what he wanted.
but the bitter feeling in his tongue says otherwise.
he shouldn't really care about osamu. if not, he should be proud or something. he finally got what he wanted.
but the bitter feeling in his tongue says otherwise.
"so you're here, huh?" a familiar voice sprung from behind him.
"i thought you snagged a date with miss cutie?" he countered, pushing the bitter taste in his tongue.
"nah." osamu looked at his shoes. "i turned her down."
rin's eyebrows furrowed. "why? i thought you like her?"
"i thought you snagged a date with miss cutie?" he countered, pushing the bitter taste in his tongue.
"nah." osamu looked at his shoes. "i turned her down."
rin's eyebrows furrowed. "why? i thought you like her?"
osamu sat down in front of rintaro. "i don't know myself. i thought i do, but i don't?"
"what the fuck happened to you man? the month of training went to waste." he teased, sitting down beside him.
"shut up, all we did was talk shit about others." osamu retorted,
"what the fuck happened to you man? the month of training went to waste." he teased, sitting down beside him.
"shut up, all we did was talk shit about others." osamu retorted,
chuckling softly.
"so what do you plan to do?" rin glanced at the person beside him.
"probably stay with you to pester you for the rest of your life."
all the bitterness were replaced by butterflies in rin's stomach. it was not an answer he expected, but an answer he wanted.
"so what do you plan to do?" rin glanced at the person beside him.
"probably stay with you to pester you for the rest of your life."
all the bitterness were replaced by butterflies in rin's stomach. it was not an answer he expected, but an answer he wanted.
"you really are a trickster."
"well, you're evil!"
"well, you're evil!"
— end.
