• bones that slip backwards
  • 9k

he tries to convince himself that the moment is one trapped in this afternoon nap. that there exists a ghost that just so happens to carry sly eyes and a profile as hellenistic as they come

atsumu tends to a corporeal injury, a journey to self worth, and a rekindled relationship- all in one night

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• dim the lights
  • 3.2k

suna leaned over and whispered, “i’m bored.”

“you always say that during movies,” said atsumu, still watching the screen. “it’s ‘cause you can’t look at your phone.”

“atsumu.” suna leaned a little closer, his words tickling atsumu’s ear. “i said I’m bored.”

“yeah, I heard ya, and I said…” atsumu trailed off, his focus slipping from the screen to suna as he picked up on his tone. suna’s face was mostly inexpressive but there was something about his eyes, a gleam that atsumu recognized. “_…Oh._”

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• from the passenger seat
  • 2.1k

atsumu’s fingers still on the steering wheel. there’s only silence filling in the truck now. it's almost enough for rintarou to want to do something about it. but then Atsumu says, “i wanna take you somewhere. ya comin’?”

this time, rintarou doesn’t hesitate to climb into the front seat next to atsumu.

or, the story of how a truck became a shared love language between miya atsumu and suna rintarou.

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• maneater
  • 9.5k

miya atsumu and suna rintarou’s various sex escapades and the unwilling witnesses and third-wheels of their disastrous relationship

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• tipsy
  • 2.8k

“you doing okay there, osamu?” asked suna. he would have seemed composed to anyone else, but osamu knew him too well. he knew suna only smiled like that – too wide and slightly crooked – when he was tipsy

“’course I am.” osamu took a sip of the drink atsumu had given him. if he’d been alone, he would’ve spat it right back out on the floor. since suna was looking at him, he choked it down

“sure.” suna smiled in that vaguely content way. “except you’re a little drunk.”

“am not.”