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“Well, I’m fucked,” Suna mumbled as he sat next to his totaled sportscar, inside of a random place of business, listening to the sirens approaching. No, this was definitely not ideal. And as he contemplated what the hell he was going to say to the police and his parents, he thought about how he even ended up like this.

Now, from a young age, Suna was taught that having power and money could fix anything. His parents instilled in him that he could do anything, get away with anything as long as he had money; that nothing could touch him as long as he had the money and power to back himself up. Growing up, he watched as his parents got out of trouble again and again by flaunting their wealth, doing it in front of anyone they needed to. The ideas of ‘trouble’ and ‘consequence’ were just concepts to Suna for a long time, who’d never had any problems in his entire life because of them.

Was Suna aware this wasn’t normal? Yes, he wasn’t an idiot. He knew that this type of life was a luxury. He wasn’t stupid, but he also knew he didn’t have to be careful. The truth was, Suna didn’t care about anything, not once in his twenty-seven years of life. He didn’t need to; as long as he did his job at his parent’s company, he could do whatever he wanted with all the money he had access to, and nothing could touch him. He could buy what he wanted, go where he wanted, use who he wanted, and it was all fine. As long as he had the cash to back himself up, Suna was untouchable.

That was, until, he drove his car through the storefront of a small restaurant, nestled in the corner of a quiet street in Osaka. Yeah, that was definitely not good for him or his image.

Ruefully, Suna was known in the tabloids as quite the ‘bad boy’. This was despite him one, being twenty-seven years old and not seventeen, and two, being the next CEO of the leading company in the tech industry. While yes, he wore all black most days, and yes, he had multiple piercing adorning his ears (something his parents hated, which only made him like them even more), Suna didn’t think that made him a ‘bad boy’! Sure, he’d been a big partier in college, and he’d gotten in the occasional fight, he still wasn’t sure that qualified him as a ‘bad boy’. A delinquent, maybe. He thought himself as more of an asshole: an inconsiderate prick who didn’t think any rules applied to him. At least he could admit it. He wasn’t a ‘bad boy’; the concept was so juvenile.

No, Suna was a grade A asshole, who could sometimes be considered a heartthrob depending on how bad your daddy issues were. He hated the image that the press had of him, quite frankly, and he’d like to have it changed immediately. Unfortunately, this situation wasn’t one he wanted to capitalized off of.

It started when Suna had been driving around Osaka at two in the morning, trying to let off some steam. His day had been long, and exhausting, and boring. He needed some excitement, some fire in his life. So, he did what he always did when he wanted to feel his adrenaline pumping: he went on a drive in his high-end sportscar past midnight, when he could speed-race as much as he wanted with no one out on the roads.

He’d been flying down the main streets of Osaka, air whipping in his hair as he went faster and faster down the road. The sound of it relaxed him, tension dripping from his shoulders as he turned onto a side street. Suna went faster and faster and faster, adrenaline pumping, when he noticed something in the street ahead of him. A single, small, orange cat. And it was not moving.

Instinctively, Suna swerved his car out of the way, slamming the breaks to try and not kill himself by driving into a pole, and. Well. Drove straight through a store.

Luckily for him, his seatbelt caught him and his airbags deployed, saving him from getting seriously injured. It took him a few moments, but eventually he was able to call an ambulance and get himself out of the car, groaning in pain as he did.

“Fuck, ‘m screwed,” he groaned to himself, looking around the destroyed space he was in. His parents were going to kill him for this. What if the person who owned this place sued?

Well, they would definitely deserve the money. The place was, for lack of better terms, a disaster. The floors were completely destroyed, as well as the entire front of the store. Suna was able to put together that the place was a restaurant, what with the tables that had been thrown and the counter his car had run straight through. He was sure that if he ventured behind the doors to his right, on the other side of his totaled car, there’d be a kitchen or something. However, Suna was sure that now was not the time to explore the business he’d effectively ruined, and decided his best course of action was to sit on the ground next to his car and wait for the paramedics to arrive.

Luckily, the ambulance, as well as the police, had arrived minutes later and quickly whisked him away. He was grateful that the police had taken one look at him and realized who he was, as they refrained from questioning him and told him to call his lawyer once he reached the hospital. As Suna laid back on the stretcher, thinking about how he was going to explain this away to his parents, he heard some shouting.

He turned his head, catching someone screaming and trying to go into the destroyed storefront, a police officer holding him back. Suna couldn’t make out what was being said, but was able to see that person fall to their knees, still in their pajamas as they shook in…anger? Sadness? Pain? Suna wasn’t sure, but as the doors to his ambulance closed, he wondered who that was for a brief moment, before realizing that he had bigger problems than whoever was crying about a stupid restaurant.

Thankfully, Suna escaped the crash with minimal injuries, to the surprise of the doctors. He’d only sprained his wrist and had a few bruises to show for it, besides his totaled car and the restaurant he eviscerated. But while he didn’t have any physical injuries, the damage to his reputation was surely coming. And if not that, his sister was more than willing to make him pay for this.

“I can’t believe you were so reckless, Rin-nii! You could’ve died!” Rina, his sister, screamed at him. Suna wanted to roll his eyes, but he was sure she’d actually kill him if he did this time.

“I’m fine, Rina. My wrist barely hurts,” he told her, only for her to glare at him, which, rude. Did she forget he was older than her?

She scoffed, “You got lucky, nii-san. If that stupid sports car wasn’t as sturdy as it was, you would’ve been seriously hurt!”

Suna tried to placate her then, “Rina, it’s okay. I’m fine. I didn’t even have to pay for the damages cause the dude whose restaurant it was didn’t sue for whatever reason. I got lucky the guy was so stupid,” he said, chuckling to himself. He had been floored when a week passed with no inquiries from lawyers. How stupid was the restaurant owner? How did he not know he could’ve made a fortune off the incident? Well, it was no skin off his back at least.

Suddenly, Rina punched his arm, earning a yelp from Suna, “Hey, what the fuck was that for?”

“Don’t you dare call that man stupid!” she screamed, infuriated, “You destroyed his restaurant, his livelihood. What if he was inside, nii-san? You could’ve killed him! Don’t you dare laugh when you probably ruined his life!” Rina yelled, tears filling her eyes as she poured out her frustrations on her brother.

Suna stared, shocked at his sister’s outburst. Why was she so upset for someone she didn’t even know? What was going on? He tried to comfort her then, “Rina, hey. What’s wrong? Why are you so –“

“I can’t believe you, Rin-nii,” Rina sobbed, making Suna freeze, “I can’t believe how – how cold you are. You aren’t even worried about that man? You – when did you turn into our parents? When did you become heartless?” she cried, burying her face in her hands.

Suna could only watch in horror as his sister cried, mind racing. Him, heartless? While yes, he wasn’t exactly what people would call a good person, he didn’t think he’d be classed as heartless. By his sister, no less. Was he really being cold about the situation? Wouldn’t a normal person feel relieved they didn’t get sued? Suna couldn’t be sure, but he would do whatever he had to, if only to get his sister to stop crying.

“Rina, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay? Everything’s fine, stop crying,” he coaxed her, trying to wrap an arm around the smaller girl. Sometimes, he forgot that Rina was only twenty-one. She’d always been the more responsible one between the two of them, that he often forgot that she was just a kid.

However, his sister wasn’t having it; Rina only slapped his hand away, glaring at her older brother even with tears in her eyes. She murmured, “Everything isn’t fine, Rin-nii. You – you don’t even see that you’re becoming the exact people you never wanted to be like. You’re – you’re not the older brother I know anymore. Just leave me alone, okay?” Rina whispered, eyes swollen as she started to turn away from her brother.

Suna, panicked, reached out for her again, “Wait – Rina, stop. I’m sorry –“

“You’re not sorry for the right thing, nii-san. And until you change, I don’t wanna be around you anymore,” she said softly, giving Suna one last sad smile before leaving his apartment, the door shutting softly behind her.

As Suna stood there in his sister’s wake, his mind went completely blank. What had just happened? His sister didn’t want to be around him? Because he made fun of the owner of the shop he destroyed? He was kidding for god’s sake, why was she taking it so seriously? Shouldn’t she be happy that they didn’t have to pay anything, and that they avoided a lawsuit? Yeah, his name would get dragged in the press a bit, but so far it was pretty under wraps –

No, Rina was being dramatic. Suna hadn’t done anything that bad, had he? He destroyed property, but it wasn’t like he’d hurt anyone. He hadn’t ruined anyone’s life, like his sister had screamed at him. Right?

Sighing, Suna laid back on his expensive sofa, groaning as he shuffled to get comfortable. His bruises were hurting, but he was too lazy to take the medication or use the ointment the doctors had given him. He sighed again, looking at the ceiling as he thought about his sister’s words: was be becoming his parents? The people he vowed to never be like? He’d made that promise when he was a dumb teenager, one who knew nothing of the world. No, Rina couldn’t hold that against him; she had to understand where he was coming from. They were rich, and powerful, and people like that didn’t need to worry about small things. Small things, like crashing into someone’s business and essentially ruining it, and then not offering them a settlement.

Okay.

“God, maybe I am getting more fucked up than I realized,” Suna groaned, rubbing his knuckles to his eyes. Surely, this wasn’t sound thinking.

He sighed again, mumbling to himself, “Maybe I should offer the guy a settlement. Should I reach out to him?”

Suna decided to text his lawyers, asking if they’d heard anything from the restaurant owner, before turning over and taking a nap on his couch. He decided that he’d ask if they could reach out and tell the owner they’d pay for the damages incurred, as a way to ‘make right’ or whatever. Really, he just wanted his sister to not judge him for this anymore, and if throwing money at it fixed his problem, then so be it. How much could it cost anyways?

Well, he figured it was more than he could afford, considering the incoming call from his mother.

“Suna Rintarou, what the hell are you thinking? Telling the lawyers to get in contact with the restaurant owner?” His mother screamed, making Suna hold the phone away from his ear. Jeez, her voice was so shrill it could probably make glass break.

He rolled his eyes, “Mother, we should pay the man for destroying property, shouldn’t we? It would probably look better in the press too,” he tried to reason with her.

Suna could hear the exasperation in her voice, “No, it wouldn’t, Rintarou. This whole incident has been left out of the press. We gave them a different story, one where you did not crash into a business, but a telephone pole. The press will run that story, talk about how reckless you are, and then it will fade into the background as no one was hurt and you didn’t cause property damage. If you pay this man any money, it will leak that you drove your car into a store, one on a side street! Seriously, Rintarou, do you ever think?” she scolded him, annoyance dripping from every word. Suna couldn’t help but bristle at her tone, irritation bubbling from his gut.

“What should I do about the business owner then? Just leave him with nothing?” he demanded.

His mother scoffed, “If he hasn’t reached out to a lawyer to sue, then he’s an imbecile who knows nothing of the world and shouldn’t have had a business in the first place. We owe him nothing, Rintarou,” she said flippantly.

Suddenly, it dawned on Suna; he said almost the same exact thing to his sister that his mother was saying right now. Ah, he now knew why his sister hadn’t wanted to be around him. He was an idiot.

“Mother, I could’ve killed that man. And even though I didn’t, I ruined his business. I should do something,” he said tiredly, hoping his mother would understand.

Alas, she just groaned, “Oh, Rintarou, you’re too soft-hearted. That person is fine, and he will be fine. He must have some insurance or something. Stop worrying about him and worry about our company, will you? I expect you to work even though injury. You did this to yourself, after all,” she said, making Suna grit his teeth. Oh yeah, he remembered exactly why he never wanted to be like his parents.

“Alright, mother. I’ll talk to you later,” he said through gritted teeth, hanging up before she could say anything else. He sighed again as he finally relaxed, groaning about how bad that had gone.

Suna sighed, “I guess Rina is right. I am turning into them, even if I don’t want to,” he mumbled, annoyed with himself. He was pissed that Rina was right; he was turning into his parents, and he hated it. He didn’t want to be like them; cold and calculated and emotionless. His parents cared for nothing and no one. The only way to get their attention was by either acting out (like Suna) or by making money (also like Suna). His sister had never cared for either, instead opting to go to art school, much to the shame of his parents. Suna, however, was envious of his little sister, who bravely chose to do what she wanted, and not what she was told to. He’d always admired how headstrong she was, and how she had better morals than any of them. Rina was a good girl, and he didn’t want to lose her in his life.

But what could he do? He couldn’t pay for the restaurant owner’s expenses now; his parents had already run a bogus story in the press, and if he gave the restaurant owner anything, the tabloids would be able to figure out what really happened. And as much as Suna didn’t care about his reputation, he knew that doing this would mean hurting the company’s reputation. And he knew his parents wouldn’t let that slide; they’d rather throw Suna under the bus than have anything happen to their precious ‘baby’.

For the nth time, Suna sighed, feeling defeated by the whole situation. He knew it was his fault; he shouldn’t have been driving so fast, and he should’ve been paying more attention to the road. It was his fault all of this had happened, and that the one suffering the consequences of his actions was not him, but a complete stranger, who had done nothing wrong. Suna felt guilty for the first time in a long time, for something he’d done. Yet, ultimately, he knew he’d do nothing about it.

After that, life continued on with the same amount of monotony for Suna, much to his annoyance. He worked day in and day out, got scolded by his parents, and waited for his wrist to recover. The only difference now was that he now had a driver, and no sports car; his parents refused to let him get another one until his wrist was completely better and he learnt more ‘responsibility’. Who cared that he was the next CEO of their tech company, after all? No, Suna needed punishments at the age of twenty-seven. The idea made him roll his eyes.

The worst part of everything though was the fact Rina had kept her promise, and stopped speaking to him. He’d tried to reach out to her multiple times after that day, but she ignored him completely. It made his heart hurt, knowing that the only family member he really cared about was so disappointed in him, that she refused to speak to him.

Suna let his thoughts wander as he made his way into the local coffee shop, the one across the street from his apartment. The place was always bustling at this time, people going in and out with their fresh coffee. Suna himself had been going here for years now, becoming a regular. As he entered the shop and stood on line, he looked at his phone and groaned at the emails already buzzing in his inbox. People really couldn’t wait until he was at least in the office?

“Next,” a deep voice called out, prompting Suna to look up and catch sight of one of the prettiest people he’d ever seen.

For a moment, it felt like time stood still. Suna’s breath caught as he looked at the cashier; dark brown hair that was cropped at the sides, big, grey eyes and perfectly pink lips. He scanned the man quickly, noting the broad shoulders and tiny waist, accentuated by the apron tied around his frame. The sight was enough to make Suna’s mouth water as he thought, ‘fuck, I need to get this guy’s number’.

“Uh, next? Can I help ya?” the beautiful man called out, snapping Suna out of his thoughts.

Suna quickly came closer, smiling at the cashier, “Sorry, morning fog,” he said, keeping his voice low. The other man seemed to find it funny, letting out a breathy laugh.

“No problem, what wouldja like?” he asked, looking at Suna with his big, grey eyes. Fuck, this guy was cute.

He hummed, “I’ll get a large black coffee please. No cream, just a little sugar,” Suna said, smiling politely at the pretty boy. The cashier nodded, entering his order into the register, before turning back to Suna.

“Anything else for you?” he asked. When Suna shook his head no, he asked again, “And your name for the order?” Now, this was his chance.

“Suna Rintarou,” he said softly, smirking at the cashier. He knew his name was recognizable to most of the public, and if this guy kept up with any gossip or celebrity news, he’d know who he was. As dirty (and lame) of a move as it was, Suna would do anything to get this guy’s attention on him, and hopefully get the pretty boy on his dick.

Suna watched in amusement as the cashier’s eyes widened, realization dawning on him. As his lips parted, Suna anticipated the pretty boy’s reaction.

“You’re Suna Rintarou?” he asked, disbelief in his tone.

Suna smirked, “Yeah, baby. That’s me,” he said, waiting for the gushing. The blush. The admiration.

Instead, he watched as the cashier’s face fell into disgust, brow furrowed and an angry snarl on his lips, “Of fuckin’ course ya’d show up here. Jus’ my luck. Yer total’s $3.50. Pay it and leave,” he sneered, startling Suna out of his skin. Wait, what?

His mouth fell open, stutters falling out as he was left shell-shocked by the pretty boy’s reaction, “Wha – wait – what –“ Suna could feel his cheeks flame, embarrassment clutching him tightly. He’d never had someone so blatantly reject him right out of the gate, especially when Suna hadn’t even asked him out yet.

“What, can’t afford ta pay? Ain’t cha some millionaire? Yer not gonna get this fer free, ya know, and yer holdin’ up the line. Either pay, or get the fuck out,” the man glowered, making Suna break out into a sweat. He quickly tapped his card on the reader, waiting for the payment to go through before all but beelining for the end of the coffee bar. His face was still beet-red, humiliation setting in.

Suna made sneaky glances over at the cashier, wondering what in the ever-loving fuck he could’ve done that pissed the guy off so much. Suna was pretty sure he didn’t even know the guy; there’s no way he’d forget a face and body like that. So how did he already hate him? Maybe the guy hated all rich people?

But this didn’t seem like that. This guy seemed to have a personal vendetta against him, if his raw anger wasn’t enough of a giveaway. But from what? Suna couldn’t remember him, and he wasn’t sure what he could’ve done to earn that reaction.

“Large black coffee, no cream, one sugar,” another barista called out, placing the coffee on the counter. Suna was about to thank the man when he quickly turned away, not even acknowledging him. Okay, what the hell was going on today?

He looked at the coffee in bewilderment, not knowing what he did to make everyone in this coffee shop hate him. It was then that he noticed the name on the coffee was not his, but had “fucking asshole millionaire” written on it. Suna looked up to see the grey-eyed boy staring at him, before quickly breaking eye contact and going back to wiping the counter. Oh, it was on.

Suna went to the cashier, back straight and steps wide and loud, hoping to intimidate him a bit. To his chagrin, the cashier only looked back defiantly, scowl still twisted on his lips.

“Did you write this on my coffee?” Suna demanded.

The cashier scoffed, “Course it was me, ‘m the one who asked yer name, aren’t I?” Well, at least he wasn’t denying it.

“I could have your job, you know. You can’t treat customers like this,” he hissed, annoyed by the entire situation. He hadn’t even done anything, why did this guy have it out for him?

The man laughed humorlessly, “Yeah, that’s yer specialty, right?” he asked, making Suna raise a brow in confusion, “Well, do whatcha gotta do, Suna. I don’t fuckin’ care at the moment, but yer not gonna drive me away from this job,” he said, before turning away from him, going towards the back of the café.

Suna sighed, closing his eyes, before calling out to the cashier, “Well, Osamu, I guess I’ll be seeing more of you. This place is close to my house, so I’m not gonna just disappear. So, you can either just accept you have to serve me, or we can go through this every time I come in,” Suna stated, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Those words made Osamu stop, turning back around to give Suna a questioning look.

“How d’ya know my name?” he asked, skeptical.

“It’s on your name tag,” Suna deadpanned, pointing to his apron. He watched in amusement as Osamu looked down, and smirked in victory as he watched his ears turn red, seemingly embarrassed. ‘Serves you right,’ he thought triumphantly.

Osamu raised his head, glaring defiantly at Suna again, “Well, I frankly don’t give a fuck if ya come in every day. I ain’t apologizin’ and I sure as hell ain’t gonna be fake-nice to ya. Ya don’t deserve it,” he sneered, before stomping to the back of the café. Suna watched, half-annoyed and half-amused as the cashier left, throwing a tantrum on his way out.

‘Well, there’s my new hobby,’ Suna thought as he made his way out of the café, his coffee lukewarm in his hands. As he got into his car, his chauffeur scolding him for taking so long, he thought about the pretty boy with stormy, grey eyes, a scowl on his perfectly kissable lips and thick, furrowed brows and huffed a laugh. He couldn’t wait to come back every day, and woo the pants off of the new cashier, Osamu.

He briefly wondered what the guys deal with him was, before dismissing the idea. No matter. Suna hadn’t needed to chase someone in years. This was ought to be fun.

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Suna made it his mission after that to get to know the newest barista of his favorite coffee shop. He figured that if he kept coming in and talking to the pretty boy, Osamu, that eventually, he’d be able to wear him down. Suna was pretty charming after all, and he’d pretty much bagged everyone he’d ever wanted before. So why would this be any different?

Well, it was. Osamu seemed to be just as pretty as he was stubborn apparently.

“Good morning, Osamu,” Suna said, smiling at the barista.

Osamu just gave him a dry look, frowning at him, “What do you want,” he said flatly, not even making it a question.

Still, Suna kept smiling, “My usual, please.”

“And what would that be?” Osamu asked, raising a brow at him. Suna so badly wanted to roll his eyes; he knew Osamu knew his order by now, but wanted to be difficult. Oh, getting Osamu on his dick would be the best revenge he could ever get.

“You don’t remember by now? How did you even get this job, Osamu?” Suna sighed, pretending to pity the barista. He watched as Osamu prickled in anger, before replying, “A small coffee, no cream, light sugar. Not that hard, right?”

His smirk grew as Osamu scoffed, “$3.50,” was all he said, not giving Suna any satisfaction with a response. Suna sighed again, tapping his card and walking to collect his drink.

He stood there for a few moments, before his order was called out. Again, by the same barista who ignored him on the first day he came in. And again, that same barista turned away immediately, as if he also hated Suna. Seriously, what could he have done to get this entire café to hate him?

Well, no mind. Suna grabbed his coffee, taking a sip before making his way back to the cash register. He gleefully noted that there were no customers there at the moment, before stepping up to Osamu, who had his head down as he wiped the counter.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow, Osamu. Hope you’ll remember my order by then,” Suna teased, making Osamu raise his head and glare holes into Suna’s skull. Ouch, touchy.

When Osamu didn’t respond, Suna shrugged, before exiting the café. He was again scolded by his chauffeur, before he got into the car and they drove off. As they drove off, Suna thought about this new barista and what his problem could be. There was no way they’d met before; Suna would remember a face and body like that. Even in his work clothes, Suna could see that Osamu had a fat ass. God. He needed to get laid.

And while he could find someone else, there was something about the barista that drew Suna in. He wanted to chase him, even as Osamu rejected him every chance he got. It had been a long time since anyone had given Suna such a hard time, and it was intriguing just how much Osamu was not into him. Now, if there had been no indication that Osamu found him attractive, then Suna would rightfully fuck off; he had no intentions of chasing someone who didn’t like him on a physical level. But, that was the thing: Osamu had liked Suna when they’d just interacted. He’d seen the way Osamu scanned his body too, and the light blush on his face when he’d looked at Suna’s face up close, before he’d said his name. He’d almost had him.

So, Suna would chase. He wanted to know more about the interesting barista who hated his guts, and he wouldn’t stop until he either got to fuck Osamu, or Osamu really told him off. Either way worked in Suna’s mind.

And the pattern continued: Suna coming to the café early in the morning, being ignored or insulted by Osamu, Suna being a jackass back, before heading off to his boring job. The only improvements he saw was his wrist finally healing, so he could take himself to work everyday (still not in a sportscar, but he was working on that).

It was a random morning a month later that Suna got a rude awakening: he was not the only person interested in Osamu, if the guy in front of him was any indication. And worse, the fact that Osamu was flirting back.

“Osamu, when are you finally going to accept that you’re in love with me and want to marry me?” the customer said, cheeky expression on his face. Suna wanted to gag; surely, Osamu would give this guy the same treatment he gave him, right?

However, Osamu only huffed a laugh, “Mattsun, I keep tellin’ ya that yer delusional. When did I ever give ya any indication ‘m in love with ya?”

The customer, Mattsun, kept grinning, “Well, ya smile at me when ya take my order, ya ask me how my day is goin’, ya say goodbye to me all cute…. sounds a lot like ya love me, Osamu,” he said, voice going all dreamy.

“I do that with all our customers, Mattsun,” Osamu said, laughing, “Although, don’t tell anyone, yer probably my favorite,” he faux-whispered. Mattsun pretended to swoon then, pressing the back of one hand to his forehead as he held the other clutched to his heart, earning more laughter from Osamu. The scene made Suna bristle; how the fuck did Osamu like this guy, with his cheesy flirting, but not him? He didn’t even know Osamu could laugh like that!

“Osamu, how am I supposed to live without you? You need to marry me right this instant,” Mattsun groaned.

Osamu sighed, shaking his head while he smiled, “Maybe ask me on a proper date first, and I’ll think about marryin’ ya, Mattsun.”

Now that had the dude whining, grating on Suna’s nerves the longer the interaction went on, “You’re acting like I haven’t asked you out, Osamu. I started with that, but the more you reject me, the more I wanna marry you!” Mattsun complained, although he did it with a smirk on his face, so Suna couldn’t tell if this was just a bit him and Osamu did, or if this guy actually did want to date Osamu. Either way, it was pissing him off.

Osamu just kept laughing at the guy’s cheesy flirting, going along with it as he took his order. The entire time, Osamu didn’t even glance back to see if there were customers waiting (which, there were! He was here, thank you very much!); it seemed like he was lost in his own little world with this Mattsun guy, ignoring everyone else. Even the barista (the one who also hated Suna, if you forgot) seemed amused by their interaction, smiling gently as he cleaned out some mugs.

Finally, the Mattsun guy left the counter, going to pick up his drink, and Osamu caught sight of Suna waiting there. The speed at which his smile fell off his face was honestly impressive, if not a little hurtful.

“Wow, I’m hurt, Osamu. So you can be sweet, just not to me?” Suna teased, although it was weaker than he intended it to be.

Osamu just rolled his eyes, annoyance painting his expression, “Your usual, Suna?”

Suna ignored him, prying further, “Who was that? Your boyfriend? Do you always flirt with men on the job?” he asked, although he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. If Osamu had a boyfriend, it would make this whole thing for naught.

“No, and it’s none of yer business,” Osamu deadpanned, although his cheeks turned pink at the accusation. Cute, he was so cute, Suna wanted to eat him.

He felt his veins flood with relief at that, shocking him. Sure, he wanted to sleep with Osamu, but it wasn’t that serious, was it? His plan was to just sleep with the guy and then forget about it; there was no reason that he should’ve been that disappointed if Osamu in fact did turn out to have a boyfriend.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Suna smirked at Osamu, “Well, aren’t I lucky then? You might not flirt with all your customers, but you definitely don’t talk to most of them like you talk to me, do you?”

At that, Osamu sighed, “No one else is as much of an asshole as you are, Suna. Are ya gonna order or not? I don’t have the time to waste on talkin’ to ya,” he said. Suna wanted to argue how Osamu had no problem wasting time on flirting with that Mattsun guy, before he paused. He would sound like a jealous ex-boyfriend if he said that, wouldn’t he? Suna refused to embarrass himself any more, ordering his coffee and waiting for it.

As he walked to the end of the bar, Mattsun walked back to say goodbye to Osamu, “See you later, Osamu. Let me know if you wanna take me up on my offer!” he said cheerily, Osamu smiling and waving back. Then, for a second, he saw Mattsun’s eyes go to him, before he smirked at him. The sight made Suna bristle; did this guy think he was getting one over on him? Oh, it was on.

“You don’t have a chance, by the way,” the barista mumbled, snapping Suna out of his glaring contest with Mattsun.

Suna looked over in confusion, “Huh?”

The barista, who’s nametag read ‘Hitoshi’, just said again, “You don’t have a chance. I’d move on,” before placing his coffee down and walking away.

Well. Okay. That was kind of rude. Did everyone in this coffee shop seriously hate his guts? And did this mean that Osamu had a boyfriend? Or was it that Osamu hated him so much, there was nothing Suna could do to change his mind?

‘What did I even do?’ Suna lamented in his mind. At least if he knew what he did, he could figure out how to fix it. He wasn’t even sure Osamu had a solid reason to hate him; for all he knew, Osamu might just hate all rich people!

Suna sighed, taking his coffee and making his way out, not even bothering to go back to say goodbye to Osamu; there was no point, when he knew he’d be ignored anyways. Suna pondered if this was really worth it. Yes, Osamu was pretty. Yes, he had a hot body. Yes, Suna wanted him underneath him as soon as possible, and to hear every noise he could wring out of the barista. But was it really worth all this trouble?

The next day, Suna came in a bit more aloof than usual. He was feeling dejected, frankly. Osamu had no interest in him, and even the other barista was telling him to give up! It was off-putting, to say the least.

When he made his way up to the register, Suna noticed that Osamu had a wireless headphone in one ear, and that he was humming along to whatever music it was. Discreetly, Suna pulled out his phone to try and pick out the song Osamu was singing, before catching Osamu’s attention.

Luckily, Osamu was none the wiser, still mumbling away until Suna was right in front of him. He flushed when he realized he’d been caught, which only made Suna smile; this guy was way too cute.

“Having a good morning, Osamu?” Suna asked, noting that he was asking more genuinely than he ever did. It seemed that Osamu picked up on that as well, his blush receding a bit.

“It’s fine,” he said curtly, before going back into customer service mode, “Your usual?”

Suna nodded, quickly tapping his phone before walking away to pick up his coffee. He could feel Osamu’s gaze on his back as he left, internally smirking. Was Osamu missing him, now that he wasn’t flirting with him so openly?

His coffee came out quickly, Suna collecting it before going back to the cashier to say goodbye to Osamu. It was then that he noticed two things; one, that Osamu’s headphone looked old as hell, how did he even use that model? Wasn’t it out of date?

And two, that whoever was at the counter now was even more annoying than Suna, it seemed.

“Hey baby, what’s going on with you today?” the man said, his tone so slimy Suna grimaced. Osamu seemed to think the same, if his expression was anything to go by.

He seemingly ignored the man’s flirting, “What can I get you?” Osamu’s tone was so monotonous it took everything in Suna not to laugh.

The man seemed unamused by Osamu ignoring him, eyebrow twitching, “Don’t be like that, beautiful. Why don’t you give me your number, and I can take you out sometimes?”

Suna wanted to gag at that; while yes, he wasn’t that good of a flirt either, he at least knew things like this weren’t going to work. Plus, Suna was hot, so he could get away with bad flirting. This dude looked like he crawled out of the sewer grates.

“No thanks,” Osamu said dryly, “Are you here to order, or not?” he asked, tone getting more and more impatient as this man dragged on the interaction.

That seemed to piss the guy off, his brows furrowing and an angry snarl taking over his lips, “What, do you think you’re too good for a guy like me? You think you’re too hot for me?”

Suna could see the surprise in Osamu’s eyes, as well as irritation bubbling over. Oh no. This was probably really bad.

Before Osamu or Suna could say or do anything, another voice cut in, “Excuse me. If you’re going to harass my employees, then I’ll ask that you leave my café,” the man, seemingly the owner, said from behind the rude ass customer. The guy flipped around, seemingly to start arguing with him too, before another voice interrupted.

“Hey. Get the fuck away from both of them and get out. Yer not welcome here,” this new voice made Suna’s head spin, eyes not believing what he was seeing. This guy had an arm wrapped around the owner, but had the same face as Osamu. The only difference was that he had bleach blonde hair, and a nasty expression on his mug.

‘Twins?’ Suna wondered, before realizing that he’d been standing here observing for the past five minutes, and that if he didn’t head out now, he’d be late. Yet, Suna was reluctant to leave after witnessing this interaction. What if something happened?

“You can’t tell me to leave!” the ugly ass customer yelled, trying to get closer to the owner, before Osamu’s carbon copy took a step forward, an intimidating aura pouring off of him. The guy was about the same size as Osamu, but seemed to be leaner. Yet, Suna could tell from a glance that he was muscular, and that fucking with him would probably be a bad idea.

Thankfully, this guy seemed to realize that too, stopping his approach and grumbling to himself. He looked back at Osamu, who glared, and then back again at the duo in front of him. He huffed to himself, mumbling what were probably insults under his breath as he walked out of the café. His departure led to a collective sigh of everyone in the shop, glad that the aggressor had left.

The carbon copy was quick to approach Osamu after that, “Ya okay, scrub? He didn’t hurt ya, right?” For what it was worth, Osamu rolled his eyes at the question.

“I’m fine, Tsumu. Don’t get yer panties in a twist, he was just a prick. Wasn’t gonna do shit,” Osamu replied, reaching out and smacking his brother’s (Tsumu’s?) arm.

Before he could reply, the owner cut in again, “Still, Osamu. That man seemed a little…unhinged. You’re alright, right?”

“Yes, Kita-san, ‘m okay,” Osamu said softly, voice going gentler when talking to his…boss? Who were these people?

Kita nodded, “That’s good then. Let me know if he comes by again, okay? I don’t want him coming near you again.” Osamu nodded, before his eyes went to Suna, suddenly realizing he was still there.

Suna startled at the sudden eye contact, before stuttering, “Uh…are you okay? That guy seemed like a prick,” he said, unsure if he should say anything at all. Osamu didn’t exactly like him either.

It seemed that the brother and Kita just noticed him as well, both of their eyes widening when they saw him. Huh? Did they know who he was?

The brother opened his mouth, as if to say something, before Osamu interrupted, “I’m fine. There’s no need for you to worry. Have a good day,” he said pointedly, as if trying to rush Suna out. Suna bristled a bit, annoyed that Osamu was still being rude even though he’d only asked if he was okay, but ultimately just turned to leave.

On his way out, he could hear the brother’s loud whispering (it was like he was screaming in lower case, my god), “Samu! Ain’t that Suna Rintarou? What the fuck’s he doin’ here?” Now that peaked Suna’s interest, tempting him to stay back to hear what this brother, Tsumu (what was with the names of these people? Or was Osamu the type to give everyone petnames?) had to say. Unfortunately, Suna could feel his phone ringing nonstop in his pocket, and knew that if he delayed leaving any more, his mother would have a cow.

Sighing as he drove off, Suna wondered what the deal was with Osamu, and why the people around him seemed to know about it, but he didn’t. It seemed more and more likely that Osamu had a personal grudge against him, but for what? For the life of him, Suna could not remember Osamu’s name or face! It couldn’t be a bad hookup (there was no way that guy wasn’t a good fuck) or a business deal gone wrong (I mean, he worked as a barista). So what could it be?

As Suna sat at his desk in his office, he pondered what he could do to make Osamu forgive him, or at least like him enough to let him hit. It was obvious an apology would be a good start, but since Suna had no clue what he was supposed to be sorry for, he scratched that idea. No need to give fake apologies.

‘I could give him something,’ Suna thought to himself, wondering what a guy like Osamu would like. Considering he didn’t even know Osamu’s last name, he didn’t know if getting the guy a present was a good idea when he knew next to nothing about him.

Then, an idea hit him; Suna remembered those outdated wireless headphones Osamu had been using. That would be a perfect gift, right? New headphones? They were practical, useful, and expensive enough to wow Osamu. It would work!

Suna was quick to pat himself on the back as he called his secretary, demanding they go out and buy the newest version of the headphones Osamu used. His secretary looked put-off, but was quick to leave, making Suna smirk. This was gonna work; he was going to give it to Osamu, Osamu was going to swoon, and he’d be able to get the barista in bed with him, easy peasy.

It was hours later that reality hit Suna again, as he found himself standing outside of the café, wondering if he should even be doing this. For one, Suna never came here at night. He was strictly a morning coffee drinker, so he’d never even seen the shop in the nighttime. Secondly, he had no way of knowing if Osamu would even be here. If he worked in the morning, surely he’d be off by now, right? And lastly, and most pressing, there was always the chance that Osamu outright rejected the gift. Considering that the barista hated his guts, it didn’t seem that farfetched that he would say no to the gift, leaving Suna thoroughly humiliated again. He couldn’t have that. His ego would never recover.

And it didn’t seem like Osamu was a particularly material person either, seeing as he used those old, beat up headphones. I mean, sure, he could be broke too, but still. Suna wasn’t convinced that even dirt poor, Osamu would accept help from him.

Suna steeled himself, before heading inside, scanning the café for any sign of Osamu. To his complete surprise, Osamu was there. He seemed to be cleaning up, or trying to. Suna grimaced as he noticed the same slimy guy from this morning hovering next to Osamu, trying to pick him up.

“Sir, can you leave? Yer causin’ a disturbance and I need to get back to my job,” Osamu growled, sick of being flirted with.

The man was still spouting his bullshit even now, making Suna roll his eyes, “Is that any way to talk to someone? I just want to take you out, yet you’re being a bitch about it,” he snarled, making Osamu straighten up.

“What did you just call me?” he glowered. Uh oh.

“A little bitch. You think you’re too hot for me? Please, you look like an easy slut – “ he taunted, and Suna could see a lawsuit waiting to happen.

He really didn’t mean to do anything. Honestly, Suna’s body moved before his brain caught up. One second, Suna was watching the impending fight from the door of the café. The next, he was in between Osamu and the ugly swamp goblin, who was even uglier up close, my god.

“Excuse me, but please don’t get so close to him,” Suna said, glaring at the offending creature.

The man’ expression was one of pure shock, and by the sound of Osamu’s voice behind him, so was his, “Suna? What’re you doin’ here?”

Suna twisted his body to look at Osamu’s face then, seeing his awestruck expression. Smirking, Suna replied, “Just here to pick you up, baby. You’ve had a long day,” he said, putting on his most charming voice. What the hell was he even doing?

Osamu’s expression twisted, even more confused, before the offending man interrupted, “What the fuck? You’re from this morning,” he said, voice annoyed, “What, are you his boyfriend or something?”

And well. Who was Suna to refuse such a perfect opportunity? Wrapping his arm around Osamu’s shoulders, he pressed him to his side, even as Osamu let out a little squeak (so cute), “As a matter of fact, I am. So, I’d ask you to fuck right off and not come back here, or else you’ll be dealing with me,” Suna answered, his smirk turning sinister and a deadly look in his eye. He rejoiced when the ugly prick flinched, and when he could feel Osamu squeeze just a bit closer to him.

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As the ugly bastard finally left the café, a few things ran through Suna’s head, but the main thing was whether or not Osamu was going to kill him for insinuating they were dating. Now, did he just help Osamu and get the creep to leave him alone? Yes. Did Suna think that would deter him from yelling and glaring at him? No, frankly, he did not. If the past few months had shown Suna anything, it was that no matter how nice or not he was, Osamu would still look at him like he was public enemy number one (which, in all honesty, was kind of rude, considering Suna had just saved Osamu from the actual public enemy).

Suna was quick to let Osamu go after the creep left, shuffling to stand in front of him. While Osamu felt nice pressed against him, he was well aware that the barista would probably shove him off less than kindly.

He cleared his throat, not looking at Osamu’s face yet, “You okay?”

When he didn’t receive a response right away, Suna ventured to look at Osamu’s face. His eyebrows rose when he saw the faint blush on Osamu’s cheeks, and amusement filled his veins as he watched Osamu gnaw on his lip.

‘He’s so cute, what the fuck,’ Suna thought internally.

Osamu looked up at Suna, before quickly looking away, his cheeks getting redder, “Yeah, ‘m fine. Ya didn’t have ta do that, you know. I can take care of m’self,” he said, mumbling.

Suna shrugged, “I’m sure you can, but it looked like your version of taking care of yourself was going to be swinging at him,” Suna said, making Osamu squawk before he continued, “Not saying that he didn’t deserve it, but it would’ve caused you a lot of trouble. Lawsuits and all,” he explained, making Osamu settle down a bit.

He could tell that Osamu was a bit embarrassed at being found out, the small pout on his lips so endearing, “I tried tellin’ him off and gettin’ him ta leave, but he was insistent. What would ya suggest I do?” he asked petulantly, as if he was being scolded. Endearment flooded through Suna again.

“Didn’t your boss tell you to call him if that guy came again? Or your, uh, brother?” Suna said, thinking back to the two people from this morning.

Osamu rolled his eyes, although Suna could tell that it wasn’t at him, “Please, I ain’t callin’ Kita-san fer somethin’ like that. And Tsumu woulda just been annoyin’ as hell. Probably would’ve thrown a punch too and fucked up his hand and his career,” Osamu snorted, making Suna crack a smile too. When Osamu was actually having a conversation with him and not actively hating him, he was actually a really fun person to talk to, Suna noted.

“Well, I’m glad that at least I was here, if only to stop you from throwing a punch and landing yourself in jail for the night,” he said, making Osamu huff a laugh. Osamu looked up at Suna again, before seemingly remembering he was supposed to hate him.

He straightened up, clearing his throat, “What’re ya even doin’ here, Suna? Ya never come here at night,” Osamu asked, tone less accusing than usual.

Suna hesitated for a moment. Was this really a good idea? It seemed like Osamu was a little less hostile towards him right now, but if he gave the headphones to Osamu, would they go back to square one? Would Osamu think Suna was pitying him and get angry? The last thing he wanted was to piss Osamu off even more.

‘Ah, fuck it,’ Suna thought. If Osamu went back to hating him after he gave him a gift, then, well. Suna would just accept that Osamu didn’t and probably would never like him, and he’d move on with his life.

“Here,” Suna said, pulling the packed headphones out of his jacket pocket. He held it out for Osamu, who looked between Suna’s hand and face in confusion.

Osamu didn’t stick his hand out, instead asking, “What is that? Ya givin’ me somethin’?”

Suna sighed, “No Osamu, I’m putting a bomb in your hand,” he deadpanned, making Osamu glower, “Yes, I have something for you. Stick your hand out and take it,” he said. Suna watched as Osamu squinted at his hand, not able to see what exactly the box was.

It took a moment, but Osamu eventually stuck out his hand, Suna dumping the box into his palm before shoving his hands back into his pockets. Strangely enough, Suna could feel his cheeks burn. Why was he embarrassed about this? He was just giving Osamu a gift, no big deal (it was a big deal, considering that he barely knew Osamu, and that Suna notoriously did not buy people gifts. He liked to receive instead, but Osamu didn’t need to know that).

He watched as Osamu’s eyes bulged at what was resting in his palm, his eyes immediately darting up to Suna’s face. Suna was quick to add, “Don’t bother giving it back to me, I have no need for it. Just keep it,” he said, looking away from Osamu.

“What the hell, Suna? Why the fuck wouldja give me somethin’ like this? These shits are expensive!” Osamu exclaimed, dumbstruck.

Suna shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant and failing completely, “I saw the ones you were using this morning. They’re a pretty old model. I thought you might like a new pair. Plus, our company is partnered with that brand, so we get them at a discount,” he said, lying right through his teeth. He figured Osamu would easier accept the gift this way, and it wasn’t like he needed to know he was lying. The money was negligible to Suna, to be honest.

Osamu was still looking at him like he was simultaneously the dumbest man on the planet, and the nicest, which, frankly, considering that Osamu had been looking at Suna like he was the shit on the bottom of his shoe since they’d met, he’d take. Osamu blinked a few times, before sighing, “Suna, I can’t take these. That ain’t right,” he said, still incredulous about the whole situation.

“Well, I’m not taking them back,” Suna said matter-of-factly. Osamu immediately gave him the stink eye, which made Suna smirk. Damn, maybe he liked when Osamu was exasperated with him better; it was like their own version of flirting.

“Suna, ya can’t give me an expensive gift like this,” Osamu said.

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not friends?”

“We could be.”

“No, we couldn’t.”

Suna sighed, “Osamu, even if you don’t like me, you can still keep the gift. I’m not gonna use it, and I’ll probably forget to return it, so it’ll just be a waste. Just keep it. I’m not holding it against you or anything, and I won’t expect anything from you just because I gave you something. We can keep acting the way we do. It doesn’t change anything,” he said, and he was surprised when he actually meant it.

Osamu stared at him for a moment, contemplating, before mumbling, “…I guess.”

Surprised that Osamu was being so pliant, Suna smiled, “Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow, Osamu. Get home safe,” he said, before turning to walk out. When he reached for the handle, he heard Osamu call for him.

“Ah Suna!” he yelled, making Suna turn back around. The sight of Osamu blushing, nervously twitching made him smile again, feeling warm all over, “Uh, thank you. For helpin’ me earlier, and fer this. It….it was real nice of ya,” he said, looking at the floor instead of Suna anymore. Regardless, it still made Suna chuckle.

“Sure, Osamu. See you tomorrow,” he said, before walking out. He thought he heard a soft, ‘see you tomorrow’ behind him, but Suna couldn’t be 100% sure. Either way, Suna went home with a grin on his face, feeling completely satisfied.

The next day, Suna couldn’t help but have a little pep in his step as he went into the café. While he knew that his relationship with Osamu wasn’t going to be completely perfect, at the very least, Osamu would be nicer to him, right?

Wrong.

“What do you want, Suna,” Osamu deadpanned, startling Suna a bit. Where did all that progress go?

“Uh, just my usual, Osamu,” Suna said, a little hesitant. He watched as Osamu punched in his order into the register, Suna tapping his phone and paying before Osamu just completely walked away from him, heading to the back of the café. What the hell?

Suna lamented internally, ‘I thought we made progress. What the hell happened overnight that made us go back to square one?’ He sighed as he waited for his coffee, fiddling with his phone as he took discreet looks at the back door of the café, wondering if Osamu would come back anytime soon.

“Suna,” Hitoshi said, startling him as he put his coffee on the counter. When Suna came up to take it, surprisingly, Hitoshi spoke again, “I said to give up, didn’t I? Even if you do something nice for Osamu, it’s not going to change anything now,” he warned, making Suna look back in confusion.

He argued, “I – it’s not like I’m expecting him to throw himself at me for doing something nice for him,” Suna replied, realizing that Osamu had, at the very least, told Hitoshi about what had happened.

Hitoshi looked at Suna blankly, “Sure you didn’t,” he said, tone sarcastic as hell, which, rude. Sure, had Suna hoped that giving Osamu a gift would help? Yeah! Sue him for hoping for the best!

“Either way, I appreciate you helping Osamu out, but I wouldn’t expect anything from him. Osamu won’t ever like you,” Hitoshi continued, tone very matter-of-fact.

Suna flinched back at that, feeling undeserving of this harsh treatment, “And how do you know that?”

Hitoshi just shrugged, “I’ve known Osamu for years. I know what he’s like, stubborn as hell. I would leave it alone, for your sake,” he said, turning away to fulfill other orders, before adding, “Oh, and if you ever see Atsumu, his twin, again? I would high-tail it out of here,” he warned.

Now that left Suna reeling. What had he done to Osamu’s twin, Atsumu? Why did everyone who worked here seem to have a grudge against him? Or was Osamu’s grudge the same as Atsumu’s? This entire thing was such a headache, and Suna was, frankly, over it. Why the hell did no one just tell him what he did wrong?

Suna couldn’t help but feel miffed that nothing he did seemed to make a difference to Osamu. Even when he helped him, even when he tried to surprise him with a gift, Osamu was still rude to him. Suna couldn’t understand it; weren’t these things that usually made someone like you? If it had been anyone else, he was sure that the person would already be swooning, and he would be able to get them in bed easily. But with Osamu? Suna wasn’t even sure he’d ever manage to get his last name.

When Suna finally managed to collect himself, he looked up to see that Osamu had returned from the back, looking a bit calmer. He noticed almost instantly that Osamu was using the headphones he’d give him the night before.

‘Well, at least he’s using them,’ Suna thought, walking back towards the cash register, ‘It didn’t do me any good, but I guess as long as he’s using them,’ he mused.

When Suna was a foot away, he called out, “I see you’re using the headphones. Do you like them?”

Osamu had obviously thought he’d left, if the way he startled was any indication. At least he was cute, Suna thought, “Ah, you’re still here,” Osamu mumbled, “Yeah, I do. Thanks,” he said, not looking at Suna in the eyes. It made him curious.

“What do you listen to anyways? I heard you mumbling something yesterday, but I couldn’t make it out,” he said, watching as Osamu bit his lip, still refusing to look at him.

Osamu shrugged, “Jus’ normal stuff, I guess.” Wow, way to make conversation. This was almost painful.

Suna was sure now that Osamu was just making it difficult to continue talking; it was apparent that he wanted to give Suna a hard time, and wasn’t keen on speaking to him. Sighing, Suna said, “Okay then. Bye, Osamu.”

Now that seemed to get a reaction out of him, Osamu’s head snapping up to look at Suna. He looked like he had something to say, but ultimately, Osamu just nodded, looking away from him again. It just made Suna want to groan, but he decided to just turn and leave, put-off by the way today was going.

When he got to his office, Suna let out a long groan. He had no idea what had happened, but it seemed like Osamu almost felt awkward with him now. Is it because he helped him last night? Or because of the gift? He told Osamu nothing had to change, but it seemed like it almost changed for the worse.

“Uh, Suna-san? You have a meeting in fifteen minutes,” his secretary, Komori said.

Hm. Maybe Suna should get some perspective. While usually he would ask Rina, she was still ignoring his calls and texts, much to his dismay. It had been months since they’d last talked, his little sister still pissed at him. It made his heart ache.

Shaking himself out of it, Suna asked, “Komori? I have something I need your perspective on,” he told his secretary, whose eyes bugged out. Wow, he’d never really looked at Komori for this long before, but the dude had huge eyes. And really round eyebrows, what the fuck? Was that a fashion choice?

Stuttering, Komori replied, “U-uh, sure, Suna-san. What – what is it?” Why was he shaking? Did he think he was about to get fired or something?

“If someone bought you a gift and saved you from a fucking street rat-looking man, wouldn’t you be grateful to them?” Suna asked seriously. So seriously that the nervous expression on Komori’s face slid right off, incredulous taking over.

“Uh, what?” he asked, as if he heard wrong.

Suna sighed, “Those headphones I had you buy yesterday? I gave them to someone and even saved him from being harassed by this ugly prick, so I thought he’d be grateful. He seemed grateful last night, but today he was back to his rude self! I mean, honestly, what did I do wrong?” he said, exasperated by the situation.

Komori stared at him for a moment, as if to say ‘are you serious’, before timidly speaking, “Um, Suna-san? How do you know this person?”

“He’s a barista at the café I go to,” he replied.

“And you’re close?”

“Well, no, not really. He seems to hate me for some reason.”

“And you thought that buying him a gift and helping him would make that stop?”

“Wouldn’t you think that would do it?”

“I mean, what did you do that made him hate you, Suna-san?” Komori asked. He was startled when Suna groaned, pressing his forehead into his palm.

Suna lamented, “I don’t know. I’d never met him before he started working there, but for some reason, it seems like him and every other person in that café hate me. And for what! I didn’t even do anything!” Suna said, swinging his arms around for emphasis.

All the while, Komori kept looking at him with a pinched expression. When Suna caught sight of it, he asked, “What’s that look for?” Komori immediately schooled his face, trying to wave it off. Suna wasn’t having it though, “No, tell me. What did I do wrong?”

“Um,” Komori said, expression nervous.

Suna sighed, “I won’t fire you for whatever you say, Komori. Just tell me,” he commanded.

Komori still look hesitant as he spoke, “Well, um, if someone I didn’t like bought me an expensive gift and helped me out, I would be grateful, but I’m not sure if it would negate the thing they did to make me hate them. It would depend on what they did to me,” he explained, “It might also feel burdensome to get such a nice gift from a stranger, so he might feel awkward about that,” Komori said, still looking like he thought Suna would fire him for disagreeing with him. Damn, was Suna that intimidating to the people he worked with? Yeah, he was his boss, but he was asking. Did Komori think he was that much of an asshole?

‘Probably, since I didn’t even really know what he looked like. Wow, I really am as bad as my parents,’ Suna thought ruefully.

Out loud, he said, “Was it that nice of a gift? I just saw that the ones he was using were a really old model,” Suna explained.

“I mean, those headphones are over $200. Not a lot of people can afford that out of the blue,” Komori explained. Hm. That was news to him.

“Suna-san?” Komori said, making Suna hum, “Is there a reason you don’t just…ask him why he doesn’t like you?”

Well. Now that stumped him. Floundering, “Uh. Well. I – I guess it didn’t cross my mind?” he said intelligently. Wow, was he a fucking moron?

Komori looked like he wanted to ask the same thing for a moment, before clearing his throat, “Well, Suna-san. I, uh, I think you should ask him that. Then maybe you can figure out why he’s so cold towards you. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen if you ask him?” he said, trying to keep positive.

Suna thought about it for a moment, before agreeing internally. It made sense; it wasn’t like Suna was any closer to remembering what he could’ve done to Osamu, and why this grudge had spread to his coworkers and his twin. Plus, he wasn’t making progress either, so would it really hurt to just straight-up ask Osamu?

Turning to Komori, he smiled slightly, “Hm. Thanks, Komori. I’ll take that into consideration,” he said, which seemed to startle his secretary more. He nodded, giving him a shaky smile, before turning around and leaving.

“Oh, and Komori?” Suna said before he could leave, watching his secretary flinch. Damn, he was a really shitty boss, wasn’t he? “Thank you for the work you do for me. I appreciate it,” he said, before collecting his things to leave for his meeting. When he passed Komori, he noticed the surprise on his face, and the slight flush to his cheeks.

“Thank you, Suna-san,” Komori replied softly, a small smile on his face. Well, maybe he should be nicer to his secretary. The guy was cuter like this, when he wasn’t shaking in fear of Suna.

After his meeting, Suna thought more and more about what Komori had said. Had Suna come on too strong? Was that why Osamu was reeling back, feeling awkward? And was whatever reason Osamu hated him for so great that he couldn’t forgive him, even after helping him out? Komori had a point; Suna had never outright asked what he’d done wrong to make Osamu hate him. At first, Suna had thought that asking Osamu would only anger him more, but the more Suna thought about it, the more he realized that he didn’t ask because he didn’t care. He hadn’t cared about what he could’ve done to Osamu that made him hate Suna so much. And that was the problem, wasn’t it? Suna was such a dick that it hadn’t even crossed his mind that he should’ve just asked, so he could apologize and maybe, maybe gotten Osamu to like him by now.

“Rina was right,” Suna mumbled to himself as he got in his car, thinking about the things his little sister had said to him all those months ago. He was turning exactly into his parents, if he wasn’t their carbon copy already. No regular person would be this cold and callous about this situation, right? Suna sighed, thinking about how detached he was from other people’s feelings. He didn’t want to be this way, but he wasn’t sure how to fix it. How do people make amends?

All Suna wanted to do was call his sister and ask her what to do. Rina was good like that; she always knew what to say and how to help her brother. She was the most human person he knew, in a world full of big-shots who didn’t care who they stepped on to get their way. And, with a startle, Suna realized that he was one of those people too. All his life, he’d ‘othered’ himself from them, thinking that he was better than them, when in actuality, he was the same. The thought made him shiver; no way in hell did he want to be like his parents. He wanted to be like Rina: kind, thoughtful, sharp-tongued, but never malicious. His sister was lovely, and he missed her dearly.

For the nth time that day, Suna sighed, feeling incredibly down about the entire situation. Nothing was going Suna’s way for once; his sister was still ignoring him, the guy he was interested in didn’t give a fuck about him, and he was becoming more and more like the people he despised. This was such a drag.

“I wonder if Osamu would hate me if I went to see him now,” Suna mumbled, pressing his face into the steering wheel. He wondered if this was his worst idea yet; going to see Osamu two nights in a row. Yet, Suna couldn’t shake off the things Komori said; would it really be that simple if he asked Osamu what he did wrong? Was Suna going to be able to fix it, then?

Suna sat back up, rubbing his eyes, ‘I guess it can’t hurt to try,’ he thought, turning on his car and finally heading over to the café. Maybe, just maybe, he could do something to right the situation.

Taking a deep breath, Suna was about to push open the door of the café when he heard a door swing open from the side. Looking into the alley next to the establishment, Suna saw Osamu carrying a trash bag, before launching it into the dumpster. He could see Osamu had his headphones in, and this time, he was singing a bit louder than in the café.

‘Kpop?’ Suna thought internally, ‘That’s cute. He didn’t seem like the type to listen to that.’

Aloud, he said, “Who’s your favorite kpop group? Personally, I like Twice.” His voice seemed to startle Osamu, the barista flinching violently before catching sight of Suna. Osamu sighed, relaxing when he saw it wasn’t someone dangerous.

“What the hell, Suna? Why are you here?” Osamu asked, exasperated.

Suna shrugged, “What, I can’t come to my favorite café at night? Is it in the rules that you can only come once per day?” he asked, walking closer to Osamu, hands tucked in his coat pockets. His long, back coat flapped a little in the wind, making Suna wonder if Osamu was cold, as he was standing outside in just his uniform.

Osamu sighed, “It should be against the rules for you to come more than once a day,” he said, not looking at him. His tone made Suna bristle, fed up with how he was being treated.

“Osamu, can you explain to me why you hate me so much?” Suna asked, tone irritated. He didn’t notice the way Osamu’s head snapped to look at him, confusion painting his expression, “I haven’t done anything to you. I met you here one day, months ago, and you’ve been rude to me ever since. And yeah, in the beginning I enjoyed it, but now it’s getting old. I’ve been trying to be nice to you, even got you something so you could see that I’m genuinely trying, yet it’s the same old routine! Even your coworkers are telling me that you hate me, and I don’t even know –“

“You don’t know why?” Osamu interrupted, tone dark and expression pissed-off.

Suna startled at the sudden tone-change, as well as the emotion rising in Osamu’s eyes, what the hell? “No, Osamu, I don’t, so why don’t you tell me?” And Suna would have to tell Komori that, yes, the worst could happen: that being, the person he liked was getting more pissed off, and even worse, crying.

“You – you fucking prick. You ruined my fuckin’ life, and ya don’t even take responsibility for it? Ya don’t even care? You don’t even know who I am?” Osamu roared, even as fat tears slid down his red cheeks, fury running through his veins.

Suna looked back in confusion, which, in hindsight, he could see why Osamu looked even more pissed-off, “Wha – What? Ruined your life? What the hell are you talking about?”

Wrong thing to say.

“Fuck you, Suna Rintarou. Fuck. You. Never fuckin’ come back here, I never wanna see yer fuckin’ face again, you bastard!” Osamu screamed, getting right up in Suna’s face, before ripping the headphones out of his ears and throwing them on the gravel. The last thing Suna saw was Osamu’s back, before he slammed the back door shut as hard as he could, making the door shake.

‘Well,’ Suna thought numbly, as he picked up the wireless set off the ground, ‘I guess I need to find a new coffee shop.’ He stared at the earphones in his hand. He wished they’d disappear, along with himself while he was at it.

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Suna was deathly still for a moment as silence followed Osamu’s abrupt departure. For the first time in a long time, Suna’s brain stopped functioning, his mind stuck on the venomous words Osamu had spat at him.

“You ruined my fuckin’ life, and ya don’t even take responsibility for it? Ya don’t even care? You don’t even know who I am?”

Even as Suna’s mind tried to pinpoint Osamu’s face, his name, anything about him, he drew up a blank. There was nothing about Osamu that he recognized, and it was killing him inside. Seeing the heartbreak, the anger, the absolute devastation on Osamu’s face when he realized that Suna had no idea who he was, it made Suna feel like shit. Suna had never thought of himself to be a good person, but this? This was too far, even for him. He needed to know what he’d done to Osamu, and how to fix it.

But who could he ask? Osamu had just made it abundantly clear that he did not want to see Suna again, so it wasn’t like he could just go back to the café, since it seemed like Osamu was always working there. He wondered if there was a time of day Osamu wouldn’t be there, so he could talk to Hitoshi. Of all the people who seemed to know what the issue was, Hitoshi was probably the only one who would give him the chance to ask.

Suna sighed, rubbing his hand over his face and through his hair. He was at a loss; what should he even do now? It wasn’t even about sleeping with Osamu anymore, and it hadn’t been for a while if he was honest. Something deep inside Suna wanted to fix whatever he’d done to the barista. He hated seeing Osamu’s distress, and wanted to fix it so badly. But how?

As Suna walked back to his car, he pulled out his phone, calling the only person who could help him. Of course, she didn’t pick up.

“Hey,” Suna said, voice hoarse despite there being no screaming on his part, “I know you still don’t wanna hear from me. I can’t blame you for that, I really fucked up. And – and I’m still fucking up, Rina. I fucked up so bad, and I don’t even know what I did. I don’t – how do I fix this, Rina? I’m not good like you. I don’t know how to be good like you. How – what should I do? What do I do, Rina?” he mumbled into the phone, defeat washing over him. Suna couldn’t help the tightness in his throat, or the wateriness of his voice. He felt completely and utterly like a failure, and he couldn’t even begin to figure out what to do.

When he hung up, Suna let out a long, shaky breath. He kept his eyes closed as he focused on his breathing, trying to calm himself. Unwanted memories of his parents kept flashing back to him; times where he’d disappointed them, times where they had told him they wished he’d disappear, times where his own parents had called him names. When they were kids, Suna had been terrified of his parents. He’d never wanted to disappoint them, or make them upset. As he got older, he’d gotten over his fear, and started to rebel. He’d sworn up and down to Rina that he would never be like their greedy parents. And yet.

“I’m exactly like them,” Suna whispered to himself, letting out another shaky breath.

What startled Suna out of his depressive thoughts was his cellphone ringing. He wasn’t sure who he’d expected it to be, but it sure as hell wasn’t Rina. Suna had never picked up a phone call so fast.

“Rina?” he said into the receiver, voice shaking with hope.

He heard his sister take a short breath, before replying, “Rin-nii? Are you okay?”

That was all it took for Suna to spill, “Rina, I really – I really fucked up again,” he told his little sister miserably, “I hurt someone and I have no idea how. I can’t remember meeting them. I can’t figure out what I did, and when I went to ask, they got so pissed at me. I don’t know what to do anymore,” he said, exhaustion filling him. He felt so drained from the entire situation, which he knew he only had himself to blame.

“Rin-nii,” Rina sighed, as if she was explaining something to a child. Sometimes Suna felt like one, especially in comparison to his put-together little sister, “Of course he got upset. You hurt him, obviously, and then you didn’t remember what it was, so to him it probably felt like you didn’t care about it. That’s like when mom used to say mean things to me, and when you confronted her later, she pretended to not know what you were talking about, isn’t it?” she explained patiently, trying to give her brother another perspective.

Oh, “I’d never thought about it like that,” Suna admitted, realization filling him as he saw that him not knowing could be even more hurtful. Fuck, he’d really screwed this up.

“You really can’t remember him at all?” Rina asked.

“No, I’ve got nothing. His name doesn’t ring a bell.”

“And you can’t place his face?”

“I would remember a face like that. I’ve never met him, I swear.”

“Could it be a business thing?”

Suna sighed, “I thought so, but it seems personal. I don’t know, Rina, and I have no idea how to figure it out,” he confessed.

“But you want to?” she asked, tone serious.

Although she couldn’t see him, he nodded, “Yes. I – I want to fix whatever I did. I hate that he hates me so much, and that whatever I did was so bad that he thinks I ruined his life. I can’t live with it, Rina, I can’t. I need to fix this,” Suna pleaded, desperate at this point.

Rina sighed softly, “Well, I’m glad that you want to fix it, nii-chan. Really. This is your wakeup call, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, Rina, it is. I don’t wanna be like them,” Suna confessed softly, thinking about how much he’d disappointed his sister lately, “And I’m sorry. For not being better. I’m sorry that I hurt you, and made you upset. I’ve – I’ve really missed you.” He could hear Rina giggle a little, and it made Suna smile despite himself.

She hummed, “I’ve missed you too, nii-chan. I’m glad, that you’re trying. Let’s try to fix this together, okay?” Rina said, making Suna let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Rina,” he said seriously, before, “What made you call me, by the way? I – I didn’t think you would,” he explained, a little confused.

Rina just replied, tone warm, “You seemed really upset. What else could I do?”

Ah. His sister really was the most warmhearted person he knew. Suna knew he didn’t deserve her, but was grateful she still chose to be by his side.

“Thanks, Rina. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? I gotta figure some stuff out,” he explained, before hanging up. Suna could help but smile to himself as he stared at his phone, relief flooding in his body at the fact that his sister was speaking to him again.

He sniffed, ‘Now, just gotta sort out Osamu,’ he thought, before placing another call.

“Hello? Suna-san?” Komori answered, confused as to why his boss was calling him so late.

Suna cleared his throat, “Komori? I need you to do something for me,” he explained, before telling his secretary his plan.

In hindsight, Suna could see why Komori had been apprehensive about his plan. Really, Suna only had good ideas when it came to business. It was why he was currently sitting across from the owner of the café he’d just been banned from: Kita Shinsuke.

Now, what had he asked Komori to do that he was so against? Find out who the owner of the café was, and a way to contact him. It wasn’t that hard after all, Komori just had to look up the name and go to the founder’s page on the café’s website. There, Komori found the name of the owner, as well as an email address. Despite Komori’s protests of, “this doesn’t seem like the best next step, Suna-san,” Suna emailed him anyways, requesting a meeting with Kita. He was partially surprised when the man agreed, and set a meeting at another coffee shop, considering Suna wanted to talk about Osamu. And despite Suna being the next CEO of a multimillion-dollar tech company, he still felt intimidated by the café owner when he entered the room, his aura completely different from when he’d seen Kita the first time.

Suna’s first impression of Kita had been that he was a meek man, quiet and soft-spoken. His appearance supported this; the owner was shorter than him, dressed in a simple cardigan and jeans. He shouldn’t be intimidated by Kita at all, and yet, Suna found himself anxiously bouncing his knee in the man’s presence. There was something about him that felt so…imposing. He carried himself very differently than Suna, walking gracefully and standing straight and tall.

When Kita approached the table Suna was at, he was quick to stand up to greet the café owner, “Hello, Kita-san. It’s nice to, uh, meet you,” he said, cursing himself for stuttering. Why he couldn’t just put on his work composure, he didn’t know.

Kita seemed less than amused by this, voice bland, “Hello, Suna-san. I think we’ve already met, although not formally. You used to frequent my café, did you not?”

“Yes, I did,” Suna agreed as he sat back down, Kita doing the same, “I apologize for making you go out of your way to speak to me. There is something I want to ask you,” he explained, watching Kita’s facial expressions for any changes. He wasn’t sure how much Kita knew about what had happened between him and Osamu, but given how they seemed close, he was sure Kita would rip him a new one too.

However, Kita gave nothing away, “Something to ask me? What about?” he asked, voice light.

Suna cleared his throat, “About Osamu-san,” he said.

“Ah, about my employee that you’ve been harassing for a few months,” Kita said, voice still light and facial expression still peaceful, even as his words were harsh. Suna cringed at the verbiage, but didn’t know if it was in his best interest to deny it.

“I…I apologize for any inconveniences I caused,” he said slowly, not sure what to say to this person. It was obvious Kita cared very much about Osamu, and that he took notice of Suna’s presence making Osamu upset.

Kita hummed at the admission, “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to, but. What is it about Osamu you want to discuss?” With a raised eyebrow, Kita seemed to study Suna’s face, making him uneasy. He knew that talking to Kita would be difficult, but he didn’t know it would be almost painful.

“Um. So, I’m not sure if Osamu told you, but we got into a…bit of an argument the other day,” Suna said, looking at his folded hands on the table instead of at Kita, “I was completely in the wrong, and I know that I hurt Osamu very much. He’s very upset with me, and as embarrassing and wrong as it is, I’m not sure what I did to him. I know that hearing that is probably pissing you off, but it’s the truth,” Suna explained, scratching at the top of his hand. He didn’t want to see the expression Kita was making if it was anything like the one Osamu made the other night.

“I have no recollection of ever meeting Osamu before I saw him at your café months ago. I don’t recognize his name or face, and I can’t place him anywhere. We haven’t met because of work either, I checked my files. I have no idea how Osamu knows me, or how I ruined his life. But I promise you that I want to know. I want to know what I did to him and why he hates me so much. I want to apologize for whatever I’ve done, because he didn’t deserve it. I’m very sorry to him, but I can’t properly speak with him again if I don’t know what the cause of his pain is,” Suna continued, keeping his voice low. He felt ashamed that he didn’t know what he’d done, and that now he had to beg Osamu’s boss to tell him. It wasn’t right, but Suna didn’t know what else to do.

Kita was quiet for a moment, before, “…You don’t remember Osamu?” The disbelief in his voice made Suna cringe.

There was no point in lying, “No, I don’t. I’m sorry.”

There was another moment of silence, before the scraping sound of the chair startled Suna into looking up. He saw that Kita had pushed himself away from the table, staring at Suna incredulously, “I thought you were a cold-hearted person, Suna-san, but I didn’t think you were like this. You. You don’t know Osamu?” he asked again, as if expecting a different answer.

Afraid Kita would get up and leave, Suna quickly retorted, “I’m sorry. I know I must seem like a cruel person, but I promise you I’m not trying to be. I really don’t know what I did, and it’s killing me inside. I know that you owe me nothing, but I truly want to apologize to Osamu, and I can’t do it if I don’t know what I did to him. Please, please, tell me, Kita-san,” Suna begged, bowing his head to the café owner. His heart pounded in his ears, wondering if after all this, Kita would up and leave Suna with no where else to turn.

He watched as Kita’s face turned from indignation to resignation, sighing as he let out some of the tension in his chest. Kita ran a hand over his face, as if he couldn’t believe he had to deal with this. Honestly, Suna couldn’t blame him.

“I don’t even know where to start. There are so many things wrong here, I’m honestly astounded,” Kita sighed, pressing his palms to his eyes.

Suna shrank in his seat, “I apologize.”

Kita put up a hand, seemingly to stop Suna from word-vomiting on him again. He looked at him in displeasure, but spoke, “Osamu met you more than half a year ago at this point. Although, I guess to say he ‘met’ you is wrong. You encountered each other more than anything,” Kita said, pausing to let Suna wrack his brain to try and pin Osamu somewhere. When he came up with nothing, Kita rolled his eyes (rude, but deserved).

“Osamu started working for me, not because he wanted to, but because he needed to. He had nothing else. I offered him a job at my café because he’s a longtime friend, and because I knew he needed it more than anything. It’s the only distraction he has now,” Kita explained, making Suna furrow his brows. While he figured Osamu wasn’t aiming to be a barista forever, he also didn’t know how desperate he was for a job. And why?

Kita kept going then, “He’s been saving every cent he earns to rebuild. His twin brother, Atsumu, is doing the same, although Osamu keeps telling him he won’t accept funds from him. Osamu is stubborn, and refuses help. Most of our friends have offered him help, including me,  but he says no every time. It’s heartbreaking to watch him work himself to death, all to recover what he lost because of you,” Kita said, keeping his expression blank even as Suna felt his heart stop.

“Recover what he lost?” Suna whispered. He knew that Osamu worked at the café a lot, but it seemed like he was overworking himself, to the point of harm. And to recover what?

“Do you remember what you did at the beginning of this year?” Kita snapped, fed up with the entire situation, “Do you? Or were you drunk? Or high? Do you even remember what you did?”

For a moment, the world froze. And then –

“Wait,” Suna said, realization dawning on him. No, no, no, there was no way this was what it was. It couldn’t be. There was no way that this was coming back to haunt him in the worst way. His hands started to tremble as his stomach fell to his feet, eyes wider than saucers.

Kita looked so intensely at Suna, so much animosity facing him, “Onigiri Miya. That’s the business you drove your sportscar through. Remember that?” he asked, glaring at Suna.

No. It couldn’t be.

“Take a wild guess at what Osamu’s last name is, you piece of shit,” Kita exhaled, all his anger finally flooding out of him, at the same time that Suna’s heart stopped.

This. This was it. And Suna immediately became aware of one thing, as Kita sat across from him looking at him like he was scum; there was no way he would get Osamu’s forgiveness for this. Not in a million years. It wasn’t like he deserved it, anyways.

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Suna was numb for a moment as he remembered the accident. In all honesty, he’d put it out of his mind since it happened. After all, there had been no reason to remember it anymore, until now. And now? It was all he could think about, after Kita’s angry confession.

“You drove through Osamu’s restaurant that he’d started with his own sweat, tears, and hard work. He saved every cent he could for that place, worked incredibly hard for the grants in university to secure it, and done everything he needed to do to make it a success,” Kita said, his voice unwavering as he glared holes into Suna. Not that he could blame him.

“Osamu put everything he had into his restaurant, and you ruined it all in one night, with no care in the world about the person whose livelihood you ruined. You didn’t even reach out to him after the accident. You didn’t even see if the person whose restaurant that was, was okay, did you?” Kita sneered, making Suna flinch.

Suna stuttered, “I – I heard that no one was inside. If there was, I would’ve –“

“You would’ve what? You would’ve cared? No, you would’ve covered it up, right?” Kita snarled, anger finally overflowing. He had been trying to keep this civil, but it was impossible now. He’d been watching Osamu work himself to death, all because the person sitting across from him didn’t care about anyone or anything other than himself.

Suna denied it quickly, “I wouldn’t have covered it up! I know, I know I fucked up. I should’ve done something for Osamu, I should’ve paid to have it fixed. I can do that now –“

Again, Kita interrupted him, not having it, “Now? You want to do it now? Right, because you want to sleep with Osamu, correct?” he asked, making Suna splutter, “Don’t think I don’t know who you are, Suna. I am well aware that you are a scumbag who doesn’t care about anyone other than himself. I know that you’ve been trying to sleep with Osamu for months now, and the only reason that I didn’t ban you from my café myself was because of Osamu. So don’t for a second think that I will help you with any of your nonsense. I only came today to see what you had to say for Osamu’s sake, not yours. Do not show up at my café again, or I will call the police for harassment,” he threatened, pushing back his chair and standing up.

“Wait! Please, what can I do to make this right? I’m sorry, I really am. I want to make this right with Osamu,” Suna begged, frantically getting up and trying to follow Kita out.

“There is nothing you can do to fix this the way you want to. Because you only want to do it for selfish reasons, and someone who wants to make things right for themselves and not others will never be able to fix what they broke. So please, stay away from Osamu, and leave us all alone,” Kita said with finality, before walking out of the café, the door rattling behind him. The entire café had gone silent for a moment following Kita’s departure, everyone holding their breath from the scene that they’d just made. Many of the patrons and staff watched Suna carefully, wondering what he would do.

And Suna? He just stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do. This was not how he envisioned this meeting going. He knew that he should be prepared for Kita giving him a hard time, but he didn’t know it would end like this. What the hell could he even do?

“Um, sir? Are you alright?” a staff member asked, looking at Suna with a pensive expression.

That caused Suna to finally move, nodding robotically at the young girl, “Ah. Yes, I’m fine. Thank you,” he said before walking out of the café himself, ears ringing.

When he finally got into his car, he pressed his forehead into the steering wheel, mind going a mile a minute as he thought about Kita’s words.

Did he still not have good intentions behind his actions? Honestly, he wasn’t sure anymore. What Kita had said was not necessarily wrong; Suna had been trying to sleep with Osamu for months now. He’d gone into this whole thing trying to woo the stoic café worker who seemingly despised him. But now? Suna didn’t think that’s all there was to it now. He was genuinely interested in making it up to Osamu. He’d seen how hurt the other was when he confessed that he didn’t remember him, and it’d hurt Suna to see that expression on Osamu’s face. Could he really not fix this? Was there really nothing he could do?

Suddenly, Suna’s phone went off, startling him. When he looked at it, déjà vu filled him as he saw his sister’s caller ID. As he picked it up, Suna sighed.

“Hey, Rina,” Suna breathed out.

“Hey, nii-chan. How did it go with Kita-san?” she asked, tentative hope in her voice. It killed him to have to crush it.

Suna sighed again, “I’m sorry, Rina. I fucked up again. I – I don’t know if there’s anything I can do to fix what I broke,” he said, voice sullen.

“What happened?” Rina pressed, tone concerned now.

He rubbed his eyes as he explained, “I told Kita-san that I didn’t know what I’d done to Osamu, but that I wanted to fix it. But – Rina –“ Suna choked out, guilt filling him faster than he could swallow it, “I – The guy’s restaurant I drove through? It – it was Osamu. It was him,” he said, hearing his sister suck in a shocked breath.

There was silence for a moment, the line dead, before Rina spoke again, “Are you – what in the world…? That’s such a –“

“Small world, huh?” Suna joked, tone humorless.

“Rin-nii,” Rina started, voice sympathetic, “It – it’s not hopeless. I’m sure there’s something we can do, we just have to think,” she said, trying to cheer him up. However, Suna was a bit too pessimistic to believe in that now.

He sighed again, “Rina, you weren’t there. Kita-san looked like he wanted to jump across the table and strangle me right there. He was so angry, and I’m sure that he’s close to Osamu, so he shares a lot of Osamu’s anger towards me. I just – I don’t know what I can do. Kita-san doesn’t want me to do anything. He’s banned me from the café now, Rina.”

“Damn, he really ripped into you, huh,” Rina said thoughtfully.

“Yeah, if words could cause physical damage, I’d be bleeding all over my car seats right now,” he told her, making her snort. The sound made him smile despite himself.

Rina hummed over the line, thinking aloud, “I mean, it’s not like he can stop you from trying, right? I’m sure that there is something you can do. It might not make Osamu-san like you, but it could at least make amends with him,” she said.

Suna agreed, “Yeah. I don’t need Osamu to forgive me, but I want him to have his life back. I destroyed it. It’s only right that I put it back the way it was,” he said, before burying his face in his hands, “Rina, I can’t believe it’s him. I’ve been such a jackass to him for months. I didn’t even do anything, I ruined his business, I could’ve at least paid –“

“Rin-nii,” Rina said, more seriously than before. Her tone got Suna to stop spiraling for a moment, pulling his face out of his hands, “I need you to understand something. This isn’t about you. You wanting to make it up to Osamu-san can’t be about you, it has to be about him. You can’t expect a single thing from Osamu-san. No forgiveness, no gratitude, nothing. He owes you nothing. If you go keep thinking about yourself and how bad this is for you, then there’s no way you can change. There’s no way you can make it up to him,” she explained, tone stern but kind.

Suna thought about her words for a moment, before realizing, “Ah. That’s what he meant,” he said, making Rina hum in confusion. He shook his head, knowing she couldn’t see him, and smiled, “No, it’s nothing. Thank you, Rina. When did you get so wise?”

“One of us had to be, and it wasn’t ever gonna be you,” she answered cheekily, earning a chuckle out of her older brother.

“I’ll help you think of something, okay, nii-chan? Don’t worry yourself sick, let’s think about this slowly together,” she said sweetly, making Suna smile again.

“Thank, Rina. I’ll talk to you soon,” Suna replied before hanging up the phone and letting out a deep breath.

Rina’s positivity was helping, and her insight was definitely guiding him in the right direction, but Suna still felt lost. He had no idea what the proper next step should be; does he reach out to Osamu again, despite Kita’s warning? Was there anything else he could do? Maybe he should just give Osamu money, and tell him that he’d leave him alone after that. But what if Osamu was too prideful to take it? Based off of what Kita said, plus his reaction to Suna’s gift, that was definitely a possibility.

He groaned, hitting his head against the steering wheel as he closed his eyes. He needed to figure out what to do, but he had no idea who else he could ask. He didn’t want to add too much to Rina’s plate either; it wasn’t her problem to deal with, but his.

Then, Suna remembered: Komori!

Quickly, he pulled out his phone again, dialing his secretary’s number. He let it ring for a few moments, before the other man picked up, “Suna-san? Is there something you need?”

“Komori, I need advice,” he said, voice a little frantic.

There was a beat, before, “So I’m guessing that your meeting with Kita-san didn’t go well?”

“I – Was it that obvious?” Suna said, a bit sheepishly.

“Suna-san, with all due respect, requesting a meeting all of a sudden with someone you don’t know very well might not have been the best idea,” Komori replied, tone a little dry.

Suna could feel his ears heat up, embarrassed, “Yeah….I’m seeing that you were right. It was kind of a shitshow, to be honest,” he explained, biting his lip, “I’m at a loss of what to do now. I’ve made a far bigger mess than I could’ve anticipated, and now I don’t know how to fix it,” Suna told him, sighing into the phone.

Komori was silent again, before, “And you want my input…?”

“Yes! You were right about it being a bad idea, so I figured you might know what I should do. I have no idea how to make amends, but I really want to,” he said, hoping that Komori could help.

“Well, I don’t really know what you did, but isn’t the easiest way to make amends to apologize?”

“I promise, he does not want to hear that.”

“Then maybe a present?”

“I gave him one before, but he’d definitely reject it now. I wanted to give him money, but –“

“Money fixes a lot of thing!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know if he’d necessarily want my money.”

“Suna-san,” Komori said, a bit exasperated, “If he wants nothing to do with you, don’t you think you should respect that? I mean, if he really does hate you, it might be easier for him if he never sees your face again,” he said blandly, making Suna blanch.

He stumbled over his words then, “I – I mean – I guess that would work….but it seems wrong…” Suna mumbled.

“I mean, when someone does me dirty, besides beating the crap out of them, there’s nothing I really want from them,” Komori said matter-of-factly.

“Are you telling me I should let Osamu beat the shit out of me?” Suna deadpanned.

Komori hummed, “I mean, I don’t know. Does he seem like the violent type?”

Suna thought about it, “I mean, he did wanna fight the guy who was aggressively hitting on him, but besides that, not really. He definitely has the build to, but I don’t think he’d really hurt someone. His twin though –“ Oh. Something clicked.

And it seemed like Komori realized what it was, “Wait, Suna-san. I don’t think –“ he tried, but it was too late.

“Komori, look up Miya Atsumu and try to find his contact information. I need to meet him,” he said, voice full of conviction.

“Suna-san, you saw how badly today went, right? I don’t think meeting Osamu-san’s twin brother will go any better,” the secretary replied, voice skeptical. Suna shook his head.

“I’m sure he’ll be even angrier, but he’s more likely to tell me how to fix it I think,” Suna said.

Komori blanched, “Why would you think that?”

“Because,” Suna explained, tone a little softer, “If it was Rina, I would be so pissed, but if there was something that the other person could do to fix it for her, I’d want them to do that. I’m sure it’s like that for them too,” he said, thinking about his sister and how much he loved her. He was sure that the twins felt that way too, if not even more so.

Komori sighed again, knowing there was no talking his boss out of it, “Okay, Suna-san. I will look up Miya Atsumu and give you any contact information I can find on him,” he complied.

Suna thanked him, before hanging up and letting out another breath, feeling a bit lighter after that. Even if it wasn’t a big step, progress was being made. Suna would take what he could get, and hopefully, he’d be able to do something for Osamu.

What Suna was not expecting was for Miya Atsumu to be a celebrity of his own. Now, to be fair, Suna didn’t know much about professional volleyball. He’d played in high school, but had stopped after his senior year, despite enjoying it immensely. It wasn’t like he could pursue it professionally, so there was no point in him playing on a university team, despite getting numerous scholarship offers.

Finding out that Osamu’s twin brother was a setter for a popular professional volleyball team was honestly the last thing Suna expected. When Komori had informed him that he’d found Atsumu’s contact information and a business email, Suna was quick to tell him that he’d deal with it personally, before thanking him. Now, as he scrolled through Atsumu’s feed, Suna wondered if that was really a good idea.

The first thing he noticed was that Miya Atsumu was very obsessed with himself. His feed was thirst trap after thirst trap, making Suna cringe. Somehow, Osamu’s face didn’t look half as good on this guy than it did on him. The next thing he noticed was that he posted a lot of clips of volleyball games, which Suna watched with mild interest. After all, it had been a long time since he’d kept up with the sport. It was interesting to see what the game was like now.

The third thing he noticed was the few scattered pictures Atsumu had with his twin. There were a few from high school (Osamu had grey hair???), some from their adult lives, and a few childhood ones. The most recent photo of the twins seemed to be from the opening day of Onigiri Miya, making Suna’s heart twinge. The two looked so happy in the photo, both grinning from ear to ear. He’d never seen Osamu like that; he wondered how much Osamu had put into his business to get it off the ground. And Suna had ruined it just like that.

Swallowing his guilt, Suna decided his best plan of attack was just to message Atsumu. Surely, this guy was on his phone often and would see it. He just wondered if Atsumu would actually message him back, or ignore him. While he knew the volleyball player was pissed at him (as Hitoshi had mentioned), Suna hoped that he would want to meet up, if only to beat the shit out of him. As long as he could get Miya Atsumu in front of him, whatever happened after that would count as a win for Suna.

“What the hell do I even say?” Suna mumbled under his breath, staring at his screen blankly. Was there a right way to message the twin brother of the guy you have a crush on whose life you ruined? Suna didn’t think so.

Huffing, he started typing, settling on ‘hey, this is suna rintarou. i know you hate me and so does your brother, but i need to talk to you. you can set the date and time, and i’ll come to you’.  He figured that was a sufficient message.

“And now, we wait,” he sighed, hoping that it wouldn’t take too long for the blonde to get back to him.

And wait, he did. Over the next week, Suna anxiously checked his phone, waiting for a reply from Miya Atsumu. He thought he’d receive a reply within a few hours, optimistically, but now Suna was wondering if he’d get one at all. Every time he checked, his message was still on deliver, despite the volleyball player actively posting on his account. Suna wondered if he should message him again, but was talked down by Komori, who told him to ‘not act desperate’ (rude, but true). But what else was he supposed to do? It didn’t seem like Miya Atsumu would respond to him at all!

Finally, over a week later, Suna got a reply. He’d been in his office, reviewing documents, when his phone pinged. He almost spat out his coffee when he looked at the notification, seeing Miya Atsumu’s name on his screen. Quickly, he called for Komori.

“Komori, come here!” he called, making the secretary scramble into the office.

“Yes, Suna-san? Is something wrong?” Komori asked, a bit frantic.

He looked at Komori with a serious look in his eyes, “Atsumu finally replied to my message,” he said, voice grave. There was silence as Komori absorbed his boss’s words, leaving Suna waiting.

“Suna-san, no offense, but you sound like a high school girl with a crush,” Komori deadpanned, making Suna fluster.

“I – I do not!” he shouted back, embarrassment filling his veins. He did sound like a high school girl, god.

Komori just smiled pleasantly, “Well, what did he say?”

Suna did not pout, “I haven’t opened in yet,” he said petulantly. He could see Komori try to refrain from scoffing and wondered how his secretary was able to get over his fear of him so quickly. Oh well.

“Let’s open it together then, Suna-san,” Komori said kindly, nodding at Suna to open the message. Suna sighed, shaking out his nerves before opening his phone.

He was quick to get into the app, finding the message quickly and opening it. He skimmed the reply from Miya Atsumu, before his eyes widened, as Komori reacted beside him.

“He actually said he’d meet you,” Komori said in disbelief, staring at Suna’s screen.

Suna grumbled, “He also insulted me a bunch before that, if you didn’t notice.”

Komori shrugged, “I mean, I think I would too if I was him. You did hurt his twin brother after all, Suna-san,” he explained, making Suna sigh. He couldn’t really argue with that. If it had been Rina, he would’ve rained hellfire down on them.

“At least he seems willing to meet with you!” Komori said cheerfully, “That’s a step in the right direction. Maybe he’ll help you figure out what to do to help Osamu-san, or at least a better way to apologize.” Komori was right, Suna needed to see this as a win. Even if Miya Atsumu hated him, he needed to at least find out what he could do for Osamu.

“It seems like he wants to meet you tonight,” Komori said, reading over the message again. That jolted Suna out of his thoughts, looking over to see that Atsumu wanted to meet at Kita’s café. Worry fell over Suna at that; surely Atsumu knew he was banned from there? How would Suna be able to go?

Suna hummed, “He wants to meet after closing time at Kita-san’s café. I wonder if Kita-san will be there, and if they’re tag-team me,” he mumbled, sending Atsumu back a quick reply that he’d be there.

“I think it’ll be fine, Suna-san. Atsumu-san has a reputation to maintain, and a public image. I don’t think he’ll risk doing anything out of bounds,” Komori reassured him, making Suna smile slightly at the other man.

“Thank you for your constant help, Komori,” he said, hoping his gratitude came off.

He was sure it did when Komori smiled back, “Of course, Suna-san. Let me know if you need anything else, and good luck!” And with that, he left the office.

When the time finally came for Suna to head over to Kita’s café, he felt his nerves drumming along his body. Anxiousness took over as he drove, wondering how tonight would go. He was already mentally prepared for Atsumu to shout at him; after all, he deserved it. He could take all of Atsumu’s anger, as long as there was some way to make it up to Osamu. Suna, for once, didn’t care what happened to him, as long as he could fix the things he ruined for someone else. He could only hope that Atsumu would see that.

As he pulled up, Suna took a deep breath, before texting his sister that he was about to meet Miya Atsumu and then getting out of his car. He noted that while the café lights were still on, there was no one inside. He went to push the doors open, surprised that they weren’t locked, and stepped inside.

‘Where is he?’ Suna wondered looking around the café in confusion. Was he supposed to wait to be let in? Where was Atsumu?

“Oh, hey,” a voice called out, making Suna turn around to face it, “You must be Suna Rintarou. So good to finally meet ya in person,” Atsumu said. But before Suna could even open his mouth, a fist flew at his face, the impact knocking the man to the floor.

His eyes shut for a moment, pain blooming in his jaw, before he looked up. There, was the blonde version of the man he hurt. The man whose life he stole, except, there was an ugly sneer on his face, something that Suna had never seen from Osamu.

“Thanks fer makin’ it easy fer me ta fuckin’ kill ya, ya piece of trash,” Atsumu growled, before another fist flew at Suna’s face, sharp pain filling Suna again.

Well. He did say as long as Atsumu was in front of him, Atsumu could beat the shit out of him for all he cared, didn’t he?