He can’t think of a day that he doesn’t make you lunch, because he can’t stop thinking about that smile you place on your lips every time he hands you a bento wrapped neatly with a cat towel. —

Seeing your eyes shine when you see the displayed food inside. Organized to perfection, matching each little details of your interest. — , Best when the taste of the foods just melts into your buds, satisfying your hunger, and his happiness. (you)

౨ৎ — Miya Osamu can’t help but always pay for your meals

Despite your protest saying that you have the money to pay for your own food, he feels like it is against the regulations of the law for you to pay for own food. Even if it’s just a small pork bun from the conbini — He’ll always find a way to sneaky pay for your meals when you are distracted.

Even if you get upset that he’s doing it for you, that same smile will always appear on his lips. Rubbing his rough palms along your head gently — "Don’t worry y’er little head off, darlin"

౨ৎ — Miya Osamu can’t help but always coming to you first when asking you to taste test his foods

Of course, he has a twin. But he does not want the pissy blonds gremlin fingers on his food, definitely not before his own partner tastes it first. Finding your approval the most important one.

Because if you don’t like it, there’s no point in letting others try it. Your opinion matters the most to him — Because he loves you.

౨ৎ — Miya Osamu can’t help but always slip his arm around you whenever you sneak around while he’s cooking

It is like a force of habit that he was developed. Bringing you close whenever he can, he takes that chance. (does NOT fumble with that ball)

Arms slung around your lower body, pulling you against him as you squirm for his release. Hips side by side as he focuses his free hand on the meal. Giving you divided attention. — Pressing against the temple of your forehead, you could clearly feel a smile behind that kiss before he pulls back— Looking into your eyes for a spilt second "Makin’ something just f’you, give me a second darlin’. I’ll finish up soon."

Before letting you go, not before giving another kiss on your lips.

౨ৎ — Miya Osamu can’t help but always cannot get enough of you

He’s always somewhere with you. Constantly hanging out around you. At home? he’ll come over. School? right by your desk. Out for a small inconvenient filler? He’s right by your side.

That’s because he can never get enough of you. He just loves you so much, bringing you close, hands constantly intertwine together, thumb brushing against your knuckles. — That sight could just make his older twin brother puke, but that doesn’t matter. As long as you are there, he’ll always give you his undivided attention.

౨ৎ — Miya Osamu can’t help but always love you too much

To him, you’re like the best onigiri he’s ever made. Maybe even more than that.

AN;; I have a lot of projects working on right now, and i’m pretty slow so i decided to write some osamu head canons. This might feel like mischaracterizing and it seems very bland so i apologize. For now i hope this makes up for the delay i’m putting for my other fics :’)

— Growing up, there was always a saying that goes by “Soulmates don’t meet by accident” And it was true, because you had Suna Rinatrō. From the start of elementary school, you and Suna immediately clicked, well.. sort of.

Lunch was where everything happened.

You were shy, freshly out of kindergarten into your first year of elementary, walking around the classroom with a lunch tray provided by the schools.— You barely could register anyone among the class, maybe out of those girls who talked to you in the first session, but out of that. You were alone.

Guided by the teacher, your figured ended up sitting at the edge classroom of the table, eating like a poor sad lonely kid you were, no one to fill the other seats beside you. As a child, emotional as ever, still trying to figure the ways to process your feelings, just had that pit of loneliness in your guts like every kid did when they didn’t have someone to depend on.–That  was until a teacher called someone over to fill that empty space.

A boy, messy, brownish-black hair and a pair of lazy, sharp eyes that resembled a sleepy fox, sitting beside you quietly, thanking his meal before digging in immediately.— The cold, heavy loneliness in your chest didn't just fade—it vanished entirely, replaced by a sudden, blossoming warmth. With a big stuff of rice going into your mouth, you chewed faster than ever, pretending like you weren’t eating while beaming ecstatically before looking at him with such excitement.—Staring into someone who didn’t even paid attention to you, and yet the excitement in your baby heart had gathered courage to speak.

“Hi.. I’m L/n Y/n, what’s yours?” You said, happy that someone had sat with you

“… I’m Suna Rintarō.” The boy spoke after seconds of silences, not looking up

“Oh okay, Rin! Let’s sit together everyday for lunch now!”

By each day since then, you and Suna were like stuck as gorilla glue, from elementary— Dragging him out to the courtyard, just to run around and catch bugs or playing video games, despite his protest of being too lazy to do things. To middle school where both of you were introduce to volleyball.. mostly you. Since Suna was the one suggesting going for club tryouts.

Turns out, it wasn’t really your strongest suit. Of course, you were good in someway, but it was difficult to catch up with your clubs demand.

Suna on the other hand was like a prodigy, adapting faster than ever. From there, it began of you vouching to support his career in volleyball.

Despite him constantly lazing around, he was a lazy genius. A volleyball genius, so much so that when you both graduated middle school. he was scouted for Inarizaki High. An astonishing private school with a staggering prominent powerhouse of a volleyball team.

Of course, you were happy for him. Poor fox was never hugged so tightly in his life, it was like the soul of his body was getting sucked out into your joyfulness. Yet there was a problem.

The schools prefecture was located in Hyōgo.

You were torn when finding out that his school was located 3 hours apart from you, in a completely new and unknown prefecture to the both of besties. 301 kilometers apart, from your best friend. And oh, how much that news broke your poor little pre-teenager heart, but had also filled you with such determination.

Since the news came out, your tiny mind work endlessly, convincing your parents for an opportunity to study in a boarding school, and busting your ass off in your studies, just so to go to the same academy as him.

And by the end—It all paid off. You were accepted. Over the moon, that your high school years you weren’t going to be apart, no feeling full of dread, and no more thinking about eating lunch alone.

Fast forward in second year of Inarizaki high

School life was adapted easily, everything somehow fell into an easy routine.

Suna played for their infamous powerhouse of a volleyball team, while you along side became their manager, after considering the fact that this sport wasn’t meant for you, but you still wanted to support Suna in some sort of way

He was sharp, with his notable trait being his ability to utilize his torso when he spikes, allowing him to have a wider range from which to attack. This means, with how cool he was looking, he was also attracting attention. Girls swoon over him from time to time, but does it really matter? You weren’t the one to talk at all

On a specific day, lunch time, a time of day that you both never falter to sit next to each other, food on the table of the cafeteria. Never had both of you missed a single lunch break together, always sitting together, side by side.

It was all normal, the silent chewing, conversations, laughers happening for a few second before dying down, memes shared together from his phone – A routine that seem to never to be forgotten. Then, Suna stood up “I’m going to the vending machine, want anything?” Already grabbing change from the back of his pocket.

“Oh! Just Suntory lemon”

“Right, pay me back later.” The nerve to ask like he was treating her.

“Rin.”

“Joking, my treat” That was the last thing he said, nonchalantly before his strides left the cafeteria with that terrible posture of his (like a shrimp, IM SORRYHAHU)

You caught yourself, staring as he left, chewing on that red bean bun that you snagged from the lady selling bread. “You’re staring manager.”

That teasing voice. It scared the life out of you, pulling back, your gaze teared away from Suna's silhouette, before the dawn on.. no other than Miya Atsumu—and his brother Miya Osamu right behind his back. Sitting across from you, the piss hair boy had that same smirk that he carried around, just squinting now, staring like he was solving a mystery. Smugly.

“Y’a know, Y/n-cha-”

“No I don’t know” you cut him off

“Rude!! Anyways..” There was a long pause between the table "Are you and Suna always like.. this?” He said, waving his finger around in a circle, pointing at you just to be slapped away by Osamu’s hand while his free hand was digging into the hamburger steak he got from the cafeteria, making the blondie let out a grumble

“What do you mean?” Was the closet not see through for you Miya?

“I mean, I always see y’a with Suna, like yer always eating t’gether, and close.. are y’a together or sum?” Saying without a care, tucking his hand under his chin as he watched you choked on your bread, gaining consciousness from his words

“What? No! We’re just friends, Atsumu! No way, I would ever go for Suna like that” liar.

“Really? Thought y’a liked him, with how close y’a are with em. Oughta be getting rumors if ya hang around each other t’much.”

“They can just be really close, Tsumu” Osamu spoke up, reaching out suddenly for Atsumu’s lunch since he hasn’t touch it yet.(fatty) Giving a distraction so your poor self wouldn’t have to be integrated further more.

“Shut yer trap!” Atsumu spoke out before his hands reach out to grab Osamu, bickering about their lunch. “And eat your own food, fatty!”

As their bickering continue, somehow, their voices also began to fade. It felt like everything was getting quiet alongside. You were getting suck into your own thoughts. You.. liking Suna? That couldn’t be possible. In the past 8 years of being together, the thought of him that way never pined in your head before. Sitting there deep in your thoughts.

You could never like him can you? Yeah he was nice. Like how he use to carry you home every time you fell during practice, how he would always buy you drinks from the vending machine, cramming for test with you when both of you realize there was going to be a test tomorrow last minute, or when silently celebrated with you. Alone on the roof top when you were administered into the same academy as him. But weren’t that the things friends do?

Did you really like Sun—

A sudden cold bottle was reached out, pressed against your warm flushed cheeks – Scaring the crap out of you, turning your head, you saw Suna. YOUR Suna, holding the cooling drink against the apple of your cheek bone. His half lidded eyes staring at you as he takes a sip of his own. Suddenly you felt your eyes widening as the drink from his hand was snatched by yours, adverting your gaze from his. Suna sat beside you, already pulling out his phone to record the twins quarreling session.

“How long have they been gnawing each other out?”

“Uh.. maybe for a minute now” Your voice somehow came out natural yet so awkward at the same time. A low hum left his lips before focusing on the twins arguing, enjoying the new video out of the millions of blackmails he has storing in his phone that was on life support with the storage.

You turn to him, stared. When did the thought of him really got to you? Suna was cold, sharp, and somewhat a doodie head. He notice you staring, he always does. Turning his face, phone still propped into the twins faces, his lips curved into the same lazy smile as he always carried through out childhood and now. And that’s when you realized

Fuck. You like Suna Rintarō.

AN;; gossshshsyuyz, i kinda hate the ending and im kinda scared of mischaracterizing him. Sorry if there’s any typos :( i literally did this at like 4AM in the morning till now (it’s noon) so i was on dat fr, i hope you all enjoy it and would like to support me a i continue this series!!! Ciao 💕👀