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When Suna enters the classroom on the first day of senior year, Osamu thinks that there is nothing out of the ordinary.
His hair is parted down the middle, bits of stray strands flicking out at the sides. His eyes are lidded, as if he's still in the midst of waking up, and his back is slouched over like he'll crumble any moment. He has his phone in one hand and the other holding onto the strap of his bag that hangs off his shoulder.
Suna slides into the seat behind Osamu—they don't exactly have assigned seats, but it's an established thing in the classroom that they sit near each other one way or another. His maroon tie is just loose enough to avoid getting called out by their teachers, and he immediately buries his face in his arms for a morning nap.
As always. Osamu doesn't spare him a second glance once he says hello. He's too busy texting Atsumu under the table anyway, who is begging him to let him copy his homework that Osamu told him to do a million times over the holidays.
Their morning classes pass quickly enough. It's only the first day, so it's mostly boring administrative stuff and handing in homework. Osamu barely pays attention to any of it. Once the bell rings to signal that it's lunch time, he glances back, where Suna still has his head down.
This is a bit odd, but still not weird enough for Osamu to think that something's off. Sometimes Suna sleeps through all of their morning classes. Unless it's important, Osamu doesn't bother waking him up.
Now, though, they're supposed to meet up with Ginjima and Atsumu to eat together, as they always do. As Osamu pulls out a lunchbox from his bag, he nudges Suna's elbows, muttering, "Hey, it's lunch time. Get up."
Suna groans, barely shifting a millimetre. "Don't wanna."
"Didja not sleep at all last night?" he asks. "It's only the first day."
Suna finally looks up, just enough for his eyes to be visible over his arms. "No," he says, a bit muffled. "Hurts."
Osamu pauses. "...What hurts?"
He considers himself to know Suna pretty well. Suna gets straight to the point, saying things like they are, no sugarcoating whatsoever. It's not normal for him to require prompting from Osamu.
Just as he's about to start panicking and checking if Suna is sick—partially out of concern for his friend, and partially because Osamu does not like having to take down two sets of notes, one set is already a pain enough—Suna sits up, propping his chin on his hands. He glances around inconspicuously to check their surroundings before looking straight at Osamu and sticking his tongue out.
His tongue, with a singular bulb stuck in the centre, right at the midline.
A piercing.
Osamu's throat goes dry.
It was only for a split second before Suna is drawing his tongue back in and he sighs. "It's still healing, so I'm avoiding solid foods. Kinda weird to talk, too."
Now that he mentioned it, yeah, Suna is talking a bit differently. His words are slightly more pronounced, like he's arranging his teeth to not clack around the piercing, and some of his syllables come out weird.
"Oh, cool," Osamu says lamely. "When did y— on yer trip?"
Suna had gone on a trip to Malaysia with his family the week before school reopened, so they didn't get a chance to hang out. Of course, they already hung out tons before that, plus Suna sends him and Atsumu stupid videos he finds on the internet regularly, so Osamu didn't miss him too much.
Suna nods. Before their conversation can continue any further, Atsumu and Ginjima enter the classroom, calling out to them. Osamu's eyebrow twitches when he hears his brother's whiny voice about how he got into trouble for not handing in his holiday homework, and how Osamu should have let him copy it, and how he is a heartless bastard and blah blah blah.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Suna take out a packet of yoghurt. He rips it open, digging the plastic spoon into the cup. It's barely noticeable unless you're looking like Osamu is, but Suna's tongue flicks out for a split second as he shoves the spoon into his mouth, and the piercing is barely visible, but it distracts Osamu hard enough that he misses his takoyaki when he tries to pick it up with his chopsticks.
"Oi, are ya even listenin' to me?" Atsumu huffs, kicking his leg. Osamu yelps, sending him a glare.
"No. I already told ya to do it! Hundreds of times!"
"That's not the point!"Atsumu drags over two chairs, one for himself and one for Ginjima, sitting down. He tries to steal a takoyaki from Osamu's box, which he cuts off with an even harsher glare.
As they focus on their food for a bit, Ginjima looks over at Suna and asks, "That's all you're eating?"
Suna shrugs, giving a singular nod.
"There's no way that's enough. I've got an extra onigiri in my bag—"
"Nah," Suna says around the plastic spoon, holding it between his teeth. "I'm fine."
"'Kay. At least we don't have practice today, or you'll collapse with just that in yer system."
Osamu blinks, tilting his head in confusion. He looks towards Suna with a silent question, wondering why he doesn't just tell the others about his new piercing the way he told Osamu. Suna catches his eye, and something mischievous fills that normally-steely gaze.
Discreetly, he holds an index finger to his lips.
Ah. A secret between them, then. Osamu doesn't care enough to ask why, even though it doesn't make sense to him. He simply goes back to his food, pushing away all thoughts of Suna.
…Thoughts of Suna with his tongue out, lips pulled into a devilish grin, a glinting piercing resting innocently—
Hm. Osamu's going to need some time to digest this, it seems.
When the school day ends, Osamu and Suna walk home together. Atsumu's got class duty, so they don't bother waiting for him.
Suna lives close by, plus he comes over so often that their parents call him Rin-kun, so it's also not out of the ordinary for them to go home together. As they make their way down the road, where the cherry blossom trees lining the pavement are still in bloom, blush pink petals covering their path, Osamu turns to Suna, curiosity tugging at his veins.
"Can I see it again?" he blurts out before he can stop himself.
Suna slows down, arching an eyebrow at him. He doesn't need to clarify what Osamu meant, but he does tilt his head to the side at the sudden request. "Sure."
And Osamu should have, maybe, thought this through a little more. It's not like there's any other way for Suna to show him his piercing, but it still makes for a weird picture—two teenage boys facing each other in the middle of a pavement, one of them sticking their tongue out while the other stares.
Osamu brushes those thoughts away. Suna's tongue is pointed, twitching involuntarily in the way that tongues do, not that Osamu thinks a lot about tongues. The piercing rests in the middle, a clean silver colour, and it shines under the spring sunlight.
A million questions suddenly run through his head. Did it hurt to get? Why did Suna randomly choose to get a piercing anyway, and in such a bold place, too? What does it feel like, just sitting in his mouth all the time? Does it taste like anything?
He accidentally voices out that last question. Suna's eyes widen as he retracts his tongue, choking on a laugh. "The fuck? No, it's just metal. Is that really your only question?"
Osamu feels heat rise to his cheeks. "Don't make fun of me. I'm just curious. I've never thought about getting a piercing before."
Suna, still chuckling, puts his hands in his pockets and resumes their walk. Osamu has to remind his legs to move, catching up to his best friend as Suna replies, "It was kind of spontaneous. I thought it looked cool, though, so I did it."
"Ya don't think you'll regret it?" Osamu asks. "I mean, it looks good, but—"
He's cut off when Suna grins, all sharp and toothy. It's a rare sight from his aloof friend, usually only coming out when he finds something extremely funny or interesting. Osamu almost trips over his own feet. "Aw, thanks. Nah, I like it, but don't worry. It's not impossible to remove and close up—tongues heal quickly, anyway."
"Oh, okay." If Suna is confident in his decision, then Osamu has no reason to think about this any further.
They walk the rest of the way in silence. Not the kind that's uncomfortable, but the kind of comforting silence that is built after years of friendship. Atsumu usually does enough talking when he walks home with them, anyway, so Osamu appreciates this bit of reprieve.
When they reach the road where they separate, Suna lifts his hand in a lazy wave. "See you tomorrow."
"See ya," Osamu replies, heading home.
He assumes it won't affect him, but later at night, when Atsumu's snores fill their dark bedroom, Osamu lies wide awake and going through a mental crisis.
He cannot, and he literally cannot, stop thinking about Suna's new piercing.
Osamu isn't someone who gets too fixated on things. He thinks of himself as pretty laid back, never holding any major grudges and being able to move on from situations with a simple shrug. Atsumu says he's heartless, sometimes, but it's not Osamu's fault that he gets hung up over stupid minor things, so—
Whatever. Point is, Osamu is oddly stuck on something that really should not matter that much, and he cannot figure out why.
He's already run through a list of possible reasons and dismissed them all. Piercings are technically against the rules, but Suna's is barely visible majority of the time, so that's not a concern. Besides, Osamu isn't a rule-stickler. He doesn't think it's uncool either—quite the opposite, actually. And it's not jealousy; it's not something Osamu personally wants in his mouth.
But each time he tries to go to sleep, images of the stupid little piece of metal taunts him, plaguing his vision.
This is terrible. Osamu wants to go to bed already. He doesn't like not getting enough sleep—he could grab coffee, but he doesn't like depending on it the way Suna does, and he hates the taste of the energy drinks that Atsumu is obsessed with. Besides, they have practice tomorrow, so proper amounts of rest is the best course of action. It's why Atsumu knocked out so fast instead of playing video games with Ginjima over Discord.
Osamu holds back a sigh, rolling over and burying his face in the pillow. It's probably because this is all so new, right? He's trying to adapt this new image of Suna in his head, so that's why it won't leave him alone.
Yes, that has to be it. If, for example, Atsumu dyed his hair blue, Osamu would also spend all night thinking about how stupid it looks and how much having a wannabe smurf as his sibling haunts him.
(But he doesn't think Suna looks stupid. The piercing fits Suna's vibe, elevating his appearance. If anything, he looks good.)
This time, Osamu groans out loud, reaching over for his phone. The light blinds him before he decreases his brightness to the minimum and he squints at the time. It's nearing midnight.
He's about to consider just bashing his head against the wall until he knocks himself out when he notices a few text notifications from Suna. Deciding that he already can't sleep, Osamu opens them, skimming through the ten messages that could definitely be composed into one.
sunarin
bro
osamu
haha brosamu
anyway
this is so stupid but hear me out ok
i was looking at diff piercings right like for my tongue
*sent an attachment*
this one fucking vibrates LOL
it's kinda ugly tho
shld i get it
miya osamu
what the fuck
no?? why would you???
sunarin
oh wtf you're awake
i did not expect a reply
cause it's funny
imagine giving head with this
miya osamu
I'M NOT IMAGINING THAT
GO TO SLEEP
sunarin
HAHA
you're no fun
bye
Osamu huffs, shutting his phone. His face feels unnaturally warm. For a brief second—and it is not his fault, it is completely Suna's fault—he imagines Suna's lips wrapped around a rod-like structure, a heavy piercing quivering against his tongue—
Nope, no, absolutely not. Osamu cannot go down that train of thought or he'll never get a wink of sleep. He purges that image out of his head, fighting it with mental fists.
Whatever. Whatever. He'll forget about this by tomorrow for sure. No reason to dwell on it any longer.
Suna brings a bowl of ochazuke for lunch the next day.
It's marginally better than just eating yoghurt, so at least his piercing is healing nicely. Atsumu and Ginjima come over to their classroom for lunch again, crowding around their tables.
"Oi, Captain," Ginjima calls, a teasing smile on his face. "What time is practice today?"
Osamu huffs. He was appointed captain of Inarizaki's volleyball team by both Kita and their coach, but it's not something he really thinks about. Other than a few additional duties, nothing much has to change. "Same as always, obviously. I gotta go early to unlock the club room, though."
"Boo," Atsumu says. He's locked in a staring contest with his broccoli that their mother packed, as if that would make it magically disappear so he doesn't have to eat it. "I'm gonna get some milk tea before practice later."
"Oh, I'll come with. I want some too," Ginjima says.
"Mhm. Suna?"
Suna swallows, giving them a nonchalant shrug. "I'll accompany Osamu."
At that, Osamu looks at him in surprise. "...Ya don't have to. I'll be fine on my own."
"It's not for you," Suna says with an eye roll, though there's a slight smile on his face that shows that he's joking. "I just don't wanna be stuck with them for an hour."
"Hey!" Atsumu whines. "Yer so mean!"
Osamu snickers, snatching Atsumu's broccoli away when it's clear that he won't eat it. Picky bastard.
They finish up their food just in time. Atsumu and Ginjima leave as the bell rings and the school day continues on. Osamu goes through the motions: taking notes, dazing out, whispering comments to Suna if he finds anything particularly interesting, and overall just waiting for the clock to tick by.
When their last class of the day finishes, Osamu packs up his things and grabs his sports bag, where he keeps everything he needs for volleyball practice. Suna is quick to follow, and together, they make their way to the club room.
Once Osamu unlocks the door, they enter it together. It's a bit dusty from lack of use over the break, but Osamu knows that it'll come back to life soon enough. He heads for his locker, tossing his things inside and changing.
Suna makes a noncommittal noise from behind him. "You're changing already?"
"Might as well," he replies. He pulls on his team jacket, drags the kneepads up his leg, and swaps his shoes. When he's done, he turns around, where Suna is sitting on a bench and scrolling on his phone, still in his school uniform. The only difference is that he took off his blazer, his tie has been loosened, and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone.
Osamu yawns as he reaches for his water bottle to take a sip. Realisation fills Suna's eyes as he sits up a bit straighter. "Oh, I was gonna ask. What were you doing up so late last night?"
Osamu's teeth dig so hard into his inner cheek that he lets out a pained yelp, holding a hand up. Suna seems unfazed, so he tries to brush it off. "Er. I was thinking about stuff. Captain stuff."
The lie is caught immediately and Osamu, for a moment, wishes he and Suna weren't so close, for Suna knows him too well. "Right, sure. Keep your secrets."
Osamu sighs, letting the topic drop. It's fine. Suna's not the type of guy to push. He knows that if Osamu wants to tell him, he will, and vice-versa.
It's quiet for a bit as Suna continues scrolling through his phone and Osamu closes his eyes, resting. He's mentally going through the steps for warm-up later—he'll have to lead for the first time, and even though they've done this routine a million times, he still fears he'll get distracted and mess up. He also needs to get around to arranging club tryouts with their coach, though that's been on the back of his mind.
"Should I get my ears pierced next?" Suna pipes up, breaking the silence.
Osamu's eyes flicker open. Suna is holding out his phone, the screen showing an ear with two lobe piercings. Distantly, Osamu thinks of Karasuno's coach. "Wouldn't that be hard to hide?"
"I don't really care."
"You could get detention."
"I wear it outside of school, then." Suna shakes his head, pulling his phone back. "Or I get it after we graduate. I just thought it'd look cool."
As if sensing his lack of enthusiasm, Suna's eyes drop to his phone. He's not closing off, exactly, but it's like he thinks that Osamu isn't interested in the conversation, and so he won't bother keeping it up. That's not true, though, so Osamu rushes to correct himself. "It would. I'm not tryin' to deter ya. Just pointin' out the facts."
Suna glances up again. "Really?"
He gets up, walking over to Osamu and dropping on the bench next to him. Their knees click against each other's as he swipes through a few pictures, tilting his phone so that Osamu can see. "There's so many more options. The tongue ones are kinda boring. They're either the one I have, or they're ugly."
"Who's to say yours isn't ugly?" Osamu jokes.
Suna sends him a glare that holds no heat. "I know you don't think it's ugly. You said it looked good."
"I could've been lying to make ya feel better—" He's cut off by Suna shoving a hand over his mouth, his eyes filled with something fiery.
"Wanna say that again?" he challenges, and before Osamu can figure out a response, he sticks his tongue out.
Osamu's gaze is drawn towards the piercing again. He feels his stomach twist, as if he is feeling hungry and needs to be satiated. Suna's stare is unwavering, patient, waiting, but searching all the same. He doesn't need words, Osamu just senses it and knows.
Again, Osamu wonders what the piercing tastes like. He can't seem to get that specific aspect of it out of his head. He wants to know what it's like—the weight of it, how it feels, whether it's even noticeable throughout the day.
He imagines it must taste like a metal spoon. Osamu tries to picture having a spoon in his mouth the whole day, holding it between his teeth. But, no, a spoon can't be representative of that tiny piercing. He needs a better comparison. A coin, maybe? No, even smaller.
Osamu doesn't know why he's so hellbent on figuring out what the piercing tastes like. He decides that it must relate to the fire in his stomach, though, the subtle hunger that swirls in his gut whenever Suna has his tongue out, showing off his newest accessory.
Seriously, he's thinking of Suna's tongue so much that the word 'tongue' doesn't look real in his head anymore. This is horrible.
He reaches up, tugging at Suna's wrist to remove the hand from his lips. Suna has already retracted his tongue, and there's a question in his eyes when he meets Osamu's gaze.
"I still wanna know what it's like," he says. "But I don't wanna get one for myself. It's pissin' me off."
Suna snorts like this crisis is entertaining. "Okay? Why're you pissed?"
"'Cause I can't imagine it! But I keep thinkin' about it, even when I tell myself to forget about it. It's hauntin' me," Osamu whines.
Suna just laughs again. He taps Osamu's forehead with an index finger, lips pulled up into a smile. "Sometimes I wonder how that brain of yours works if that's the conclusion you drew up."
"The heck is that supposed to mean?" he mutters, trying not to pout. He'll be behaving too much like Atsumu if he does, and he refuses to stoop to that level.
"Osamu," Suna says, and something in his voice has shifted. It's dropped to a lower volume, almost like a whisper, the syllables of his name ghosting along his lips. Osamu stiffens at his tone.
Suna leans in, keeping steady eye contact the entire time, until their noses are just inches apart. Osamu lets go of his hold on Suna's wrist, but instead, that hand comes up to rest on Osamu's knee. The touch burns through the thick cloth of his knee pads and he swears it suddenly feels too hot in here, beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck.
"...Yeah?" he asks. He's afraid to be too loud either, like that would break the sudden bubble formed around them.
Suna gives him a sly smile. "If you wanna know what it's like so bad, what about kissing me to find out, idiot?"
The suggestion knocks all the air out of Osamu's lungs.
His first instinct isn't to reject Suna, and maybe that should be a blaring signal that Osamu has some soul searching to do, but he ignores it for now. His first instinct is to ask why, because why would Suna let him kiss him over some dumb, trivial matter like this?
Though, if he truly thinks about it, he supposes it makes sense. Even if he can't wrap his head around the offer, this would be the closest Osamu gets to knowing what a tongue piercing feels like without actually getting one for himself.
So it's totally not weird to kiss his best friend. This is purely for scientific, research purposes, to satisfy that curiosity prodding at his mind.
He must hesitate for too long, for Suna tilts his head to the side, his eyes growing guarded. "Sorry. You don't have to accept, I was mostly kiddi—"
"Don't say that," Osamu interrupts, and he's taken aback by the rushed desperation in his voice. "Don't say it was a joke. I'll do it."
Just like that, the coy look returns to Suna's face. His lips twist into a smirk as he brings his other hand up to tilt Osamu's chin upwards, as if presenting Osamu's lips to himself. His heart stutters when Suna's breath fans across his cheeks and yep, they should get some fans in this club room, it is much too hot. Terrible air ventilation. They gotta fix that.
All his thoughts fly out of the window when Suna presses their lips together and the hunger in Osamu's gut increases tenfold.
He freezes, eyes wide and brain faltering. Suna pulls back when he doesn't do anything, letting out a quiet laugh. "You gotta relax, idiot. It's just me."
Right, of course. It's just Suna. His best friend. Osamu doesn't need to be worried.
He nods, resting one of his own hands on Suna's shoulder. Suna gives him an approving nod back, and Osamu doesn't have time to process the fluttering in his chest before his lips return, kissing him again.
Suna, for all his brash and nonchalant comments, kisses with a surprising amount of gentleness. It's like he's trying not to scare Osamu off, keeping the pace slow, every brush of their lips more tentative than decisive.
Osamu's heart feels like it's going to thunder out of his chest. His eyes flutter close, trying to sink into the sensation. Slowly, but surely, as if Suna is able to sense when he's ready, the kiss grows deeper, firmer.
He gets so lost in it, his brain fogging up, that he almost forgets why they're even kissing. That is, until, Suna nips at his bottom lip, his tongue swiping against it after like a soothing touch.
Osamu's grip on his shoulder tightens, his cheeks heating up when Suna just chuckles. It's only a laugh—Osamu has heard those from Suna a million times, but this one, for some reason, makes him squirm in embarrassment.
God, and Suna hasn't even put his tongue in his mouth yet. Thinking about it now, Osamu might just die on the spot.
Osamu doesn't want to stop, knowing it'll embarrass him further if they pause and go again, but the human need for air wins eventually. He pulls back with a short gasp, mimicking Suna's earlier gesture and putting a hand over his mouth to place some distance between them.
Suna waits patiently, his eyes filled with mirth, and Osamu can't look at him directly. He keeps his gaze trained on Suna's chin as he catches his breath, fighting the strong blush crawling onto his face.
After he calms down, Osamu clears his throat, retracting his hand. "Sorry. I'm good."
"Need a break?" Suna asks. It's not malicious in any sense, but it still makes Osamu blush harder.
"It's okay. Kiss me again."
This time, Suna's laugh sounds a lot more breathy. "Demanding."
He obliges anyway, and now, Osamu is more prepared. He meets him in the middle, cradling the back of Suna's neck instead to draw him closer, and the haze in his head intensifies.
Suna tilts his head at an angle, allowing their lips to meld together better. Through the blurry feeling, Osamu registers that he has a mission to carry out. He tries to copy what Suna did earlier, darting his tongue out to lick clumsily at Suna's lips, and Suna smiles against him.
Turns out, Osamu is woefully unprepared for what comes next.
His lips fall open, or rather, they're manipulated open by Suna's devilish tongue pushing through, making way for himself. His stomach burns with ravenous hunger, and Osamu feels greedy from how much he likes this, how much he wants.
It's an odd sensation at first. Suna's tongue teases in and out, his breaths coming out short and heated, until his piercing suddenly clacks against Osamu's upper teeth. Osamu shudders, letting his jaw fall slack, silently asking for Suna to set the pace.
Suna's hand fists into his shirt, pulling him even closer, and Osamu can only follow helplessly as Suna's tongue maps out his mouth, brushing against his own tongue. Osamu's cheeks are hotter than a furnace by now, desperation running through his veins to keep Suna there, lest he pull away and leave him wanting.
He doesn't want this to stop until his hunger has been satiated.
Truth to be told, the piercing is barely noticeable. Between their exchange, their lips dancing against each other's, Osamu barely even feels it. Still, the occasional reminder that it's there continues to spark heat in his gut, creating mini fireworks.
He doesn't realise how tight he's holding onto Suna until his best friend makes a cut-off noise, sounding between a mixture of pain and surprise. Osamu draws back in panic, letting go, but the sight he's met with takes his breath away.
Suna's eyes are lidded, his pupils dilated such that they look almost black with desire. His cheeks are a ruddy shade of red, running all the way down to his exposed neck. His tie has almost fallen off completely.
Most of all, his lips are shiny with a sheen of saliva. Osamu's saliva. He did that.
"Fuck," Osamu chokes out, coming to a devastating realisation. Why he couldn't stop thinking of Suna, why he wanted to know what the piercing tasted like so bad that it kept him up at night, why the needy feeling he was overcome with felt comparable to hunger.
"Yeah?" Suna asks, his eyes stuck on Osamu's own lips. He must not look much better, then. "Had your fill, dummy?"
Despite the harsh words, they aren't actually that sharp. In fact, Suna sounds like he's been completely weakened, all the earlier bravado gone and replaced with an appetite that rivals Osamu's own.
"Shut up," Osamu replies, dropping his head. Suna shakes with silent laughter, still so warm and alive in Osamu's hands. "...How'd you know?"
He isn't sure what exactly he means by that. How did Suna know how badly Osamu wanted to kiss him? How did Suna know the effect he would have? How did Suna know that he wanted to kiss Osamu, too, and the exact way to take it?
"Well," Suna begins, humming thoughtfully, "you weren't very subtle with your staring."
"It was not that bad."
"Oh, but it was." He runs a hand through Osamu's hair, sweeping it to the side. The affectionate touch makes Osamu's cheeks redden for a completely different reason. "It's okay. It was cute. I liked watching you struggle with your little crush."
"You're not allowed to make fun of me!" he huffs. "Ya like me too!"
Suna's eyes soften, a hint of genuinity seeping through that usually indifferent gaze. "I do."
It's a simple statement, as Suna's words always are, but it makes Osamu's heart leap with affection. He can't help the dopey grin on his face and the relief that settles in his bones at the confirmation that his feelings are returned.
"Although," Suna tacks on, "now that I know how obsessed you are with my piercing, I'm gonna use it to my advantage. You know that, right?"
Osamu groans, even as his smile widens. "I wouldn't expect anythin' else."
"Mhm." He sighs, a finger tracing his knee absentmindedly. "...Osamu."
"Yeah?" He looks up.
Something like determination flashes across Suna's eyes as he gets up from the bench. Before Osamu can react, Suna grabs his shoulders, hooking a leg around him and settling on his lap. Osamu's spine goes rigid at the sudden weight, and his throat feels like it's tightening when Suna grabs his face. He can't find any words other than an odd grunt.
"Osamu," Suna calls again, and this time, his voice is saccharine sweet, like they're dripping with honey. He wipes at Osamu's lips with his thumb. "I'm still hungry."
Osamu wraps his hands around Suna's waist, sending a quick prayer to whatever gods there are that blessed him with this moment. He leans in, lips ghosting over Suna's skin as he replies, "Kiss me again, then."
Suna's grin turns downright wolfish as he pulls Osamu in to connect their lips once more, kissing him stupid.
(They lose track of time and make out until Atsumu and Ginjima walk in on them, each of them holding a cup of milk tea. Atsumu screams at the sight while Ginjima kindly covers his eyes to give them privacy. Suna peels himself away from Osamu with an innocent smile, patting his cheek before grabbing his gym clothes and going to change like nothing happened.)