Christ, forgive these bones I've been hiding

it sort of devolves from there, where every time they part ways— in the player parking lot, on the toffoli porch, in sam’s apartment’s entryway, at the airport, on the curb next to whatever bar, etc— they hug. that in itself isn’t weird or side eye worthy, but it’s the fact misa buries his face into the crook of sam’s neck, and sam keeps one strong arm wrapped around his waist or back, while the other cups the back of misa’s head. it’s so incredibly intimate that everyone sort of averts their gaze. they’re having i might never see you again hugs in plain daylight on the regular.

it’s the one thing they do that toff refuses to comment on. it confuses him and makes him wildly uncomfortable, he goes and sits in his car awkwardly to wait out however long misa needs to be in sam’s arms for (or sam needs to be in misa’s for?) before he can drive them home from practice. it’s one thing for toff to point out how sam is sort of an asshole, and how he pushes misa around, or how he trails his eyes slowly up misa’s body like a creep, and it’s a completely different thing for toff to say something about how sam and misa melt into each other. he doesn’t want to touch it.

sam shoving bucket hats down on mis' head

mis napping on sam's shoulder with his hood up (which would be sweet if it wasn't for the mumbling and drooling)

sending each other increasingly incomprehensible memes

sam taking drinks from cat and toff's fridge and bringing them back to misa's room

dickie chilling on misa's unmade bed with piles of stuff (his nest)

misa sniffing sam's armpits to judge if sam's shirt is still good to wear to a team meetup (misa is inhaling deeply because these pheromones are gooooood)

sam telling whoever mans the grill exactly how to grill the sausages so they are to misa's liking (kiefer has perfected his barbecueing skills, he knows what he's doing tf) but proceeding to eat at least half of the food before he even reaches misa with their plate

everyone is like "how is that even romantic???"

taking everything so slow. in sam's bed, misa up against the headboard as sam kisses down his chest, down his stomach. cheek resting on his thigh, mouthing over his boxers, teasing, until misa threads his fingers through sam's hair.

sam being so gentle with him, he's already came once. opening him up and listening to the small pants he lets out, misa's head resting against his shoulder.

misa on his back, head against the pillows, sam's hands on him as pushes in slow. sam's hands on his shoulders, on his hips, laced with his own. that was misa's favorite, sam's hand in his own.

showering together, sam threading his fingers through misa's hair, rubbing the soap in. misa tracing the acne on Sam's back when he's turned around.