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osamu learning to braid aran's hair. he's kinda really bad at first and can't get the braids tight enough because he's scared of hurting aran. but aran's mom gives him some pointers. osamu finds it soothing to braid aran's hair and aran is a little obsessed with having his hair played with.
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I think osamu is a little too obsessed with sucking aran's dick. any chance he gets, he will take it. he's on his knees, pulling down aran's pants. loves aran's soft grunts and when aran pulls osamu's hair.
aran and osamu making out in the backseat of aran's car
I think aran really likes to spoon with osamu. he likes pressing his chest to osamu's back and wrapping his arm around osamu's thick waist. aran quickly falls asleep with his face tucked into osamu's neck, their legs tangled together while osamu's already snoring.
"aran has kissable lips"- osamu's diary in his first year of high school
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thinking about aran and osamu who made out with each other a lot in high school. they sneak around, hoping atsumu won't find out. they spend hours kissing, experimenting slightly- dry humping, hands slipping under each others clothes, soft moans and breathing each other's air. it never goes farther. just a way to get some pent-up energy out.
aran kisses osamu, gentle and sweet. he pulls osamu closer when osamu hums into the kiss.
"aran," osamu mumbles. aran keeps kissing. "aran, baby."
"hm?" aran pulls back to look at osamu. his gorgeous osamu, with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes.
"don't we have to leave soon? what time is it?" osamu stretches slightly.
aran kisses him again. "we have a couple hours. you're so cute when you sleep."
"let me go back to sleep then." osamu buries his face into aran's shoulder.
aran smiles. "i just want to kiss you, baby." aran kisses the top of osamu's head.
"later."
aran cares about the twins. they're both important to him and he wants to be there for them if they ever need anything.
so why does aran find himself more drawn to osamu? they're both his friends, obviously. you can't really get one twin without the other, but they're both different. through all their similarities, there's small differences. but there's nothing spectacularly different about them. so why is osamu more captivating?
aran always finds himself giving in to osamu's requests, simple questions asked when it's just the two of them.
"I've never kissed anyone, aran-kun. could you help me out?" "it's cold. can you cuddle with me?" "there's a new restaurant that's opened up and i don't wanna go with tsumu, will you go with?"
aran can't say no to osamu. there's a permanent blush on osamu's cheeks that aran loves, and aran's over for when osamu pouts. they've kissed many times before. gone out to eat together. cuddled and watched movies together.
aran wants more. no, he needs more. he's gotten a taste of osamu and craves more. but... is it love? no, it can't be. they're just friends. the twins are both affectionate with people they care about. he's gotten hugs and from them and held their hands many times before. but things with osamu just feel different.
"osamu," aran says softly. osamu's laying in his lap, aran thinks that his breath is steady enough that he's sleeping. hopefully osamu is. he doesn't even know why he's starting this conversation.
osamu looks up at aran, eyes blinking a couple times. ah, he was almost asleep. "what's up?" osamu asks, shifting slightly to lay on his back instead of curled up on his side. he's adorable.
aran fixes osamu's bangs, which have grown out considerably. his roots are showing and his hair is falling into his eyes. "I didn't mean to wake you up," aran says, stalling.
"it's fine," osamu mumbles. "you okay?"
"yeah, I..." aran stares at osamu. "I like you."
osamu's eyes widen. "wait, seriously?" osamu sits up, leaning close to aran's face. "are you fucking serious? I've been flirting with you for a year and you're finally confessing?"
"wait- what? you've been flirting with me?" aran asks.
"how often do I kiss my friends, aran?"
"i just thought..." aran trails off. "oh my fucking- you have been flirting with me." aran realizes. "I'm so stupid."
osamu laughs. "aran!"
"you're supposed to be the stupid one, not me!" osamu just laughs harder. aran pushes his shoulder and pouts. "be nice to me."
osamu smiles, calming down. "i like you, too, aran."
aran pulls osamu in for a kiss. and it all makes sense. why aran's always felt differently towards osamu. why the pull has always been stronger. he wants this with osamu forever.
