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Suna Rintaro/Miya Osamu (SunaOsa)
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Suna thinks that it’s maybe in this split-second, in this moment, that he realises he’s found someone he’d like to try to give the world to, if it could somehow make him laugh like that again.
Rintarou falls in love quietly, the same way summer breeze creeps under your shirt and kisses your neck.
sometimes it's you, your boyfriend, and everything you will burn down together
When Atsumu is featured in the Facebook group Subtle Inarizaki Dating, Osamu begins to be mistaken for him everywhere he goes. He's annoyed and grumpy about it, but mostly, he's pissed at the person who orchestrated the whole thing: Suna Rintarou.
enemies to lovers agents au where the miya twins working together is bound to fuck up the agency and sunaosa is bound to fuck each other.
Suna Rintarou is the furthest thing from the ideal fake boyfriend, but his penchant for chaos might be what Osamu needs.
Suna is no heathen. His fancy suit proves it. So do his manners. Manners that led him and Osamu down the giant hall of the privatized but swarming with people fancy venue.
Now, it's like Suna said... someone might come. And hopefully, it will be one of the two of them.
Five times Suna and Osamu share a bed accidentally, and one time on purpose.
Rintaro's been in love with Osamu for years but he's still waiting for a sign to confess. Thankfully Osamu has a much faster plan.
It’s there. Right above his heart, in neat kanji.
Miya.
Fuck.
a study in names, soulmates, and kissing in the rain
Suna and Osamu are spies. They are not on the same team.
They find a way around the regulated ten-minute showers.
how Atsumu found out about Osamu and Suna.
Suna Rintarou questions his life philosophy, meanwhile, Miya Osamu has very peculiar ways to show worry... And they deal with teenage love
Osamu and Suna are binary stars, dancing around each other but never meeting.
Until they do.
Suna knows his birthday is the ideal occasion to make a wish, but unlike others, his only wish is to stop making wishes.
At the start of the school day, Osamu walks up to Suna’s desk and picks up his pencil case. Suna watches mildly as he tips it upside down, and several pencils, highlighters, and erasers cascade out and fall rather dramatically back onto his desk.
Osamu’s favorite customer of the graveyard shift stopped by around 5:00 AM, right as the indigo black of the night began shifting into violet dawn. He’d stumble in, not out of drunkenness but exhaustion, slump into one of the red vinyl bar stools, and pillow his head on the counter.
Osamu's biggest flaw as a fighter is his inability to connect with his anger.
So Rin comes up with a solution.
Miya Osamu's world has always been red; he doesn't know a world without the color. He's the only one who can see the strings that connect everyone, the fated strings that unknowingly bound people together for life.
He's also the only person who was born without one.
While traveling around Europe, something strange begins to pop up in Suna's photographs.
Rintarou works the night shift at a local convenience store. It's a tedious job, one that lends itself to repetition and boredom. That is until a handsome stranger walks in one night and tries to steal snacks right under Rintarou's nose.
why your brother blowing up a microwave isn't always a bad thing: you get a new roommate and accidentally commit crimes
Suna is a self-destructive rich kid, Osamu is a kind, caring restaurant owner, and Sakusa is a tired personal assistant that needs a pay rise or a holiday, or both
Sometimes, it takes falling on your ass to confront your feelings.
Panic ordering coffee is a good way to get a boyfriend, right? Rintarou is struggling in a lot of ways.
Lost in an unfamiliar city, Suna Rintarou stumbles across a strange neighborhood and a pair of mask wearing twins.
“Are you smelling me,” Osamu asks, because this is, well, kind of strange, and it sounds like Suna is sniffing him.
“Yes,” Suna says, and then he licks over the spot where he left an impression of his teeth a few days before. “You smell good.”
This is weird. Bizarre. Odd, even, but Suna is extraordinarily hot in the anemic sort of way and odd as it is, Osamu can’t say he’s against Suna smelling him. “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said”—the words die in his throat as Suna drags his teeth over Osamu’s jaw—“when I said, uh, that I wanted to get to know you.”
There's this guy in Osamu's lecture hall.
Most of Miya Osamu’s time at university is dedicated towards his schoolwork in the hopes that he’ll be able to open up the onigiri business of his dreams. He doesn’t have time for any distractions—except for one Suna Rintarou.
His relationship with Suna is tenuous at best. Every encounter happens by chance, and they never see each other for longer than ten minutes at a time. Oh—and Suna thinks he’s someone else, but that’s a minor blip.
After a brush with death, Osamu finds himself saved by the enigmatic Suna. But in this city, no good deed comes without a price.
Special Agent Miya Osamu has had a rough go. Another one of his leads is dead. His list of cold cases continues to grow. No one believes him when he says Suna Rintarou is the son of a bitch responsible, and Osamu's reputation is tanking.
He's on the brink of calling it quits when Suna approaches him requesting protection in exchange for information about the last two men who turned up dead. It's an offer Osamu can't refuse, especially when it could be one final shot at gathering enough evidence to throw Suna behind bars.
And especially when it leads to a bigger case he hadn't expected to interrupt—a case headed by none other than Special Agent Miya Atsumu.