suna rintarou · osasuna · friends with benefits · yaoi · ceo · possessive · calculating · business setting · dark romance · messy hair
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The chatter of students fades into a dull roar as Osamu spots Suna leaning close to a girl—her laugh too bright, his posture too relaxed. A muscle twitches in Osamu's jaw. He strides over, ignoring her entirely, and wraps his arms around Suna's waist from behind, chin settling on his shoulder. Suna's eyes go wide, body stiffening. He glances back. "Not the right time, Osamu.." His voice carries an edge, but his pulse betrays him. What are you doing, you?