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i'm a pisces mars, sorry.
passionate about Osasuna.
i try to write.
Esp/Eng.
But now, Osamu has the freedom to walk back, wrap his arm around Suna’s waist, and say, “He’s not available.” And Suna? He loves that shit. He thrives on provoking Osamu and bringing out that possessive side of him.
February 11, 2025 at 5:20 AM
It’s a memory that often resurfaces, especially since Suna’s magnetism has only grown stronger over time. So, it’s no surprise to him when people try to flirt with Suna the moment he steps away.
February 11, 2025 at 5:20 AM
What Osamu didn’t know, though, was how deliberate Suna was in those moments—he knew Osamu was watching, and he wanted to push him until he finally cracked and claimed him for himself.
February 11, 2025 at 5:20 AM
Before he started his relationship with Suna, he would constantly curse any man who dared get close to *his* Rin. He’d even curse Rin himself for letting them flirt with him and, on occasion, flirting back.
February 11, 2025 at 5:20 AM
I was just vibing to this song. Idk what this is.

music.youtube.com/watch?v=QRHiAq…
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=QRHiAq…
February 11, 2025 at 4:51 AM
And so, in an endless cycle, Suna moved between the urgency to escape and the tender call of the past, falling once more into that uncertain refuge, where every return was both redemption and an attempt to mend what could never be repaired.
February 11, 2025 at 4:51 AM
Finally, in the moment when darkness seemed to have claimed every corner, Suna stopped. Staring at the ring’s lifeless reflection, he resigned himself to the truth that love, no matter how fragile, wasn’t forged in struggle but in the delicate fragility of hope.
February 11, 2025 at 4:51 AM
But Osamu only prolonged the silence, letting the light cast shadows that danced with the melancholy of an indelible past, a past that understood the diamond would remain as a dull echo of what they had shared.
February 11, 2025 at 4:51 AM
nostalgia that clung to memories of what had been and would never be again.

"I want my ring back,"

Suna said as he stepped through the door, because it was his; just as that irrevocably lost love had once been his.
February 11, 2025 at 4:51 AM
But against all better judgment, with his soul half-stitched and his heart in turmoil, Suna took the wheel and drove back to him. Every kilometer was a reflection of the struggle—between fleeing to reclaim himself or returning to that uncertain haven where wounds mingled with the
February 11, 2025 at 4:51 AM
he said, as if he had the right. And Suna’s mind flooded with an endless murmur, a plea that refused to give way to the uncontrollable rage threatening to shatter the calm.
February 11, 2025 at 4:51 AM
In that suspended interstice, Rintarou watched Osamu, his silhouette fading between light and shadow, leaving in the air the fragility of what had once been a shared promise.

"I miss you, Rin,"
February 11, 2025 at 4:51 AM
called to him with the promise of an escape without return. Time grew thick, as if every second stretched into a sigh heavy with foreboding.
February 11, 2025 at 4:51 AM
His legs go weak, and he lets out this shameless moan that’s so loud all his teammates turn to check if he’s okay. When Suna scans the stands for the culprit, there’s Osamu, grinning like an idiot, holding the remote control for the little vibrator Suna’s got tucked inside him.
February 11, 2025 at 4:46 AM
That’s how they start exploring together, ending up in situations that are sometimes strange, sometimes incredibly steamy.
February 11, 2025 at 4:44 AM