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figure 12. school fair
suna rintarou/miya osamu // ~1k
> twitter ficlet for a prompt meme, reposted here
They've never been the type to attend school events from the amount of training they're forced to do that always results in extreme exhaustion or just a general disinterest in anything not-related to volleyball. But for their last year at Inarizaki, Gin insists they go to the annual school fair which is open to outsiders. Atsumu only agrees and pulls the captain card on the rest of them because it turns out that his crush is performing with her band during the programs segment of the event and he doesn't want it to look like he went here just for her.
They spend a lot of time exploring what the fair has to offer, hopping from stall to stall for mini games with cheap prizes, checking food booths, and eventually settling down by the audience area to watch the performances and see Atsumu make heart eyes at his crush who they learn is Omimi's younger cousin.
Halfway through the set-list, Osamu has left his seat around three times to go buy different kinds of finger foods. Kosaku has gone on countless bathroom breaks while Gin is forced to stick by Atsumu's side the entire time to record everything because Atsumu wants footage to return to but also wants to watch the performances with his own two eyes. Onstage, every participant has something special to show, but with the exhaustion of spending a rare free weekend to go out and the music starting to become a dull noise to his senses, Suna finds himself growing drowsy. It doesn't help that when he asks Osamu to get him a drink when he wants to leave again to buy chocolates, what Osamu gets him is milk, of all things.
"You're the worst," Suna tells him, looking down at the milk carton. The straw attached to it has an animal figurine that looks like a poor imitation of a fox. "This isn't going to help me stay awake."
"It's 'cause ya haven't been restin' a lot lately," Osamu points out. "Guess bein' vice captain is more tirin' than expected."
Only if you're Atsumu's second-in-command, but Suna figures that Osamu already knows this. "Watching me?"
Osamu doesn't even blink. "Why wouldn't I?"
Suna doesn't reply; he just starts to sip from the straw. "I wonder if they used one of the classrooms as a napping booth."
"Only you'd be the type to make that sorta thing," says Osamu. "Shame ya didn't propose it when we're at our last year."
"Uh-huh."
"Wanna get outta here?" Osamu suddenly asks.
"What about Atsumu?"
"He doesn't care what we do so long as he gets his stupid videos," Osamu replies. "Suna."
"No," Suna whines. "We have seats here. I can sleep like this."
"There are seats where we're goin'," Osamu tells him. "It's quieter too."
Suna stares at him. "You're not giving me a choice, are you."
Osamu smiles wryly and stretches out a hand to him. Instinctively, Suna wants to take it, but then he remembers where they are. Osamu must realize it too, because he lowers his hand. Suna quietly stands and goes with him as they slip out of the audience area.
Despite the late evening, there are still plenty of people around, and Osamu takes him to the soccer field. Plastic chairs and tables have been spread out and they're mostly being occupied as an eating area; despite the chatter around each table from the groups of people here, it's quiet enough that Suna's sleepiness grows more prominent. They end up sitting across each other by a small table with two chairs. If Suna stretches, his knees could easily bump into Osamu's.
"This isn't a napping area," Suna comments.
"I never said it was," Osamu says. "Fireworks are gonna come out soon. They say this is the best place to watch 'em."
Suna yawns. "That isn't going to make me stay up."
Osamu stretches his foot to nudge Suna's as he gets the milk to take a sip. "This is kinda like a date, y'know."
This gets Suna somewhat awake, but only because the feeling of guilt is strong and still fresh. They've been together for four months and haven't been on a single date, and attending the annual school fair with their friends hardly counts as one. "How?"
"Fireworks, sharin' food," Osamu says. "Holdin' hands."
Suna swallows. He's tempted to let his gaze flicker around, but he doesn't. "You know we can't."
"I know," responds Osamu. He pokes Suna's foot with his own again. Suna retaliates by hooking his ankle around Osamu's, refusing to let it go.
"You have low standards," Suna points out. Then, "One day, I'll take you on an actual date."
"Hm," Osamu says. "Will ya really?"
Suna shrugs. He retracts his foot, but only to adjust the position of his legs so his knees knock against Osamu's instead. "Sure."
Without warning, the fireworks start shooting up the sky. Though Suna and Osamu turn towards the bright view and may look like two innocent friends to any stranger looking, they remain touching, as if they're something more.
> twitter ficlet for a prompt meme, reposted here
They've never been the type to attend school events from the amount of training they're forced to do that always results in extreme exhaustion or just a general disinterest in anything not-related to volleyball. But for their last year at Inarizaki, Gin insists they go to the annual school fair which is open to outsiders. Atsumu only agrees and pulls the captain card on the rest of them because it turns out that his crush is performing with her band during the programs segment of the event and he doesn't want it to look like he went here just for her.
They spend a lot of time exploring what the fair has to offer, hopping from stall to stall for mini games with cheap prizes, checking food booths, and eventually settling down by the audience area to watch the performances and see Atsumu make heart eyes at his crush who they learn is Omimi's younger cousin.
Halfway through the set-list, Osamu has left his seat around three times to go buy different kinds of finger foods. Kosaku has gone on countless bathroom breaks while Gin is forced to stick by Atsumu's side the entire time to record everything because Atsumu wants footage to return to but also wants to watch the performances with his own two eyes. Onstage, every participant has something special to show, but with the exhaustion of spending a rare free weekend to go out and the music starting to become a dull noise to his senses, Suna finds himself growing drowsy. It doesn't help that when he asks Osamu to get him a drink when he wants to leave again to buy chocolates, what Osamu gets him is milk, of all things.
"You're the worst," Suna tells him, looking down at the milk carton. The straw attached to it has an animal figurine that looks like a poor imitation of a fox. "This isn't going to help me stay awake."
"It's 'cause ya haven't been restin' a lot lately," Osamu points out. "Guess bein' vice captain is more tirin' than expected."
Only if you're Atsumu's second-in-command, but Suna figures that Osamu already knows this. "Watching me?"
Osamu doesn't even blink. "Why wouldn't I?"
Suna doesn't reply; he just starts to sip from the straw. "I wonder if they used one of the classrooms as a napping booth."
"Only you'd be the type to make that sorta thing," says Osamu. "Shame ya didn't propose it when we're at our last year."
"Uh-huh."
"Wanna get outta here?" Osamu suddenly asks.
"What about Atsumu?"
"He doesn't care what we do so long as he gets his stupid videos," Osamu replies. "Suna."
"No," Suna whines. "We have seats here. I can sleep like this."
"There are seats where we're goin'," Osamu tells him. "It's quieter too."
Suna stares at him. "You're not giving me a choice, are you."
Osamu smiles wryly and stretches out a hand to him. Instinctively, Suna wants to take it, but then he remembers where they are. Osamu must realize it too, because he lowers his hand. Suna quietly stands and goes with him as they slip out of the audience area.
Despite the late evening, there are still plenty of people around, and Osamu takes him to the soccer field. Plastic chairs and tables have been spread out and they're mostly being occupied as an eating area; despite the chatter around each table from the groups of people here, it's quiet enough that Suna's sleepiness grows more prominent. They end up sitting across each other by a small table with two chairs. If Suna stretches, his knees could easily bump into Osamu's.
"This isn't a napping area," Suna comments.
"I never said it was," Osamu says. "Fireworks are gonna come out soon. They say this is the best place to watch 'em."
Suna yawns. "That isn't going to make me stay up."
Osamu stretches his foot to nudge Suna's as he gets the milk to take a sip. "This is kinda like a date, y'know."
This gets Suna somewhat awake, but only because the feeling of guilt is strong and still fresh. They've been together for four months and haven't been on a single date, and attending the annual school fair with their friends hardly counts as one. "How?"
"Fireworks, sharin' food," Osamu says. "Holdin' hands."
Suna swallows. He's tempted to let his gaze flicker around, but he doesn't. "You know we can't."
"I know," responds Osamu. He pokes Suna's foot with his own again. Suna retaliates by hooking his ankle around Osamu's, refusing to let it go.
"You have low standards," Suna points out. Then, "One day, I'll take you on an actual date."
"Hm," Osamu says. "Will ya really?"
Suna shrugs. He retracts his foot, but only to adjust the position of his legs so his knees knock against Osamu's instead. "Sure."
Without warning, the fireworks start shooting up the sky. Though Suna and Osamu turn towards the bright view and may look like two innocent friends to any stranger looking, they remain touching, as if they're something more.