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Relationships, of any form, are incredibly complex.

From a young age, I struggled to connect with others and found it even more challenging to maintain those connections once formed. Despite having many friends, avoiding conflicts or staying in touch once we were separated seemed nearly impossible. During summer breaks, when the daily interactions at school ceased, I would vanish, only to resurface at the beginning of the next school year. I lacked both the understanding and the motivation to nurture any relationship.

So, when my middle school friends suggested we stay in touch after I moved to Hyōgo, I already knew it was improbable. Nevertheless, I nodded and offered a hollow promise, saying, “Sure, I’ll text you guys.”

Describing myself, I'd say I'm somewhat lazy. My energy reserves are consistently low, which perhaps contributes to my struggle with relationships. They demand considerable effort, and I never felt inclined to invest in maintaining them. No one seemed significant enough for me to make the effort.

That was my reality for a long time—until, surprisingly, one day it wasn't anymore.

In my early days at Inarizaki High School, I was a stranger in a sea of unfamiliar faces. With no acquaintances to lean on, I kept largely to myself during those initial days. However, my solitude was short-lived, for soon I found myself in the claws of the Miya twins. They took it upon themselves to initiate conversation and forge a connection with me, completely unprompted.

Initially, their presence was more of a nuisance than a comfort. They trailed after me relentlessly, their boisterous voices and perpetual bickering a constant backdrop to my days. Their teasing and apparent lack of seriousness often grated on my nerves, testing my patience in ways I hadn't anticipated. Yet, as time went on, I came to realize that their companionship required little effort on my part. Despite their occasional exasperating tendencies, maintaining a friendship with them felt effortless. Their incessant chatter and constant stream of texts ensured that our bond remained strong, even when we were physically apart.

I would say they were the first real friends I ever made (never ever tell Atsumu I said that), and thanks to them I was forced to also befriend the rest of our school’s volleyball club team, for which all three of us had signed up. So, yeah, thanks to them I didn’t end up being the lone loser I thought I’d be.

Atsumu became my go-to partner in crime to do stupid shit and cause trouble in school or smoke weed on my roof while talking shit about people. He was an annoying piece of shit, but he was also one of the very few people I felt comfortable being myself with. I think we balanced each other out. He never shut his mouth, and I, on the other hand, was generally quiet, so our friendship was definitely a match made in heaven (hell if you ask our old teammates).

And Osamu... well, he was my person, my favorite person, actually. My friendship with him was just as strong as the one with Atsumu, but way more intense. Our friendship was different; it felt so much more intimate.

Towards the end of our first year, my relationship with Osamu started to change gradually. At first, it was almost unnoticeable: a hug that lingered a few seconds too long, our hands brushing against each other as we walked home, his shoulder becoming my go-to pillow when I was tired, and much more physical contact and affection.

It wasn't just the physical closeness that evolved; it was the emotional intimacy too. We shared our deepest secrets, our wildest dreams, and our darkest fears. We began spending even more time together, often finding excuses to be alone. Late-night study sessions turned into deep conversations. There was a new kind of electricity in the air, a tension that neither of us acknowledged but both felt. It was as if we were dancing around an unspoken truth, afraid to confront it but unable to ignore it. The lines between friendship and something more blurred until they disappeared entirely.

It was during one of our late-night talks that I realized my feelings for Osamu had deepened into something more than friendship. The thought scared me and thrilled me at the same time. I didn't know if he felt the same way, and the uncertainty was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. But there was a part of me that felt sure, that recognized the way his touch lingered and his gaze softened. It was in the way he always seemed to know what I needed, even before I did.

So, I wasn’t scared when one night towards the end of the second year I decided to just tell him.

"Samu," I said, looking at the ceiling while he lay right beside me in the dark room.

"Yeah?"

"I love you," I whispered. For a moment, it was silent, only our breathing echoing through the room.

To be honest, his silence didn't really scare me.

Then the sound of ruffled sheets broke the silence as Osamu rolled over to my side and got on top of me, laying his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed the top of his head.

"That's a lil gay of ya," he whispered before chuckling.

"Really? I didn't realize," I said sarcastically.

"I love ya too," he then said, and I hugged him tighter.

"That is soooo gay," I said, and we both started laughing.

"We're so gay."

"Yup."

"Want to be my boyfriend?" he then asked casually, as if he was asking what I wanted for dinner.

"To be honest, I have kinda been your boyfriend all this time," I laughed.

"True... well, official boyfriend," he laughed.

"Well, in that case, yes," I replied, feeling a warm, fluttery sensation in my chest. "I officially accept the title."

Osamu propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at me with a grin. "Good, 'cause I was starting to think ya'd never say anything."

"Oh, so it's my responsibility?" I teased, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

"Yup," he said, leaning down to kiss me. It was soft and sweet, the kind of kiss that made everything else fade away. It wasn’t the first time we had kissed, but it was the first time we were both sober while doing it. It felt different; it felt right kissing him. I couldn’t help myself as a smile grew on my lips while kissing him back.

When he pulled back, he had that look in his eyes, the one that always made me feel like I was the only person in the world.

"That look," I murmured, tracing my fingers along his jawline. "You always look at me like… I'm your whole world."

"Because ya are," he replied softly, his voice carrying a depth of sincerity that made my heart skip a beat. "Ya have been for a while now."

We lay there in the quiet comfort of his room, the moonlight casting gentle shadows across the walls. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in our little bubble of warmth and affection. It felt surreal, like a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

The next day at school, everything seemed to glow a little brighter. Osamu and I shared secret smiles and subtle touches, our new relationship giving an exhilarating edge to our everyday interactions. Atsumu, ever perceptive despite his usual oblivious demeanor, noticed the change almost immediately.

"Oi, what's with ya two?" he asked during lunch, raising an eyebrow as he looked between us. "Something happen?"

I glanced at Osamu, who smirked and shrugged. "Nah, just feeling good, I guess," he said, biting into his sandwich. I fought back a laugh, knowing Atsumu wouldn’t let it go that easily.

"Hmmm…," Atsumu replied, clearly unconvinced but not pressing further. I knew it was only a matter of time before he figured it out.

Our friends in the volleyball club were equally oblivious, which made the whole situation even more amusing. Practice continued as usual, filled with the same camaraderie and competitive spirit that had drawn us together in the first place. Yet, amidst the familiar routines, there was a newfound intensity in the way Osamu and I communicated on the court.

In the days that followed, our relationship, once marked by subtle touches and unspoken words, now flourished in the open. We held hands openly, shared kisses between classes, and spent nearly every night in each other’s beds, making each other feel pleasures we had never felt before.

Our friends, especially Atsumu, seemed to take it all in stride, teasing us endlessly but with an undercurrent of genuine happiness for us.

Yet, despite the newfound happiness, there were moments of doubt and fear. The future loomed ahead, filled with uncertainties and challenges we couldn't yet foresee. Graduation was approaching, and with it, the inevitable changes that come with leaving high school. We both knew that maintaining our relationship would require a lot of effort and commitment, especially since I had been recruited by EJP Raijin and he had decided to go to culinary school to then try and open his own restaurant.

And as I said, I was really bad at maintaining relationships. I was terrified of losing him.

One evening, as we sat on the rooftop watching the sunset, I voiced my concerns. "Samu, what happens after we graduate? How do we make this work?"

He turned to me, his expression thoughtful. "We'll figure it out, one step at a time. I can't promise it will be easy, but I can promise that I'll do everything I can to make it work. Yer worth it, ya know?"

His words were a balm to my anxieties, soothing the fears that had been gnawing at me.

"You're worth it too," I replied, leaning in to kiss him. He really was worth the effort I would have to put in to make it work.

Just a month before graduation, we attended the nationals, where our team played against Karasuno—a re-match we had all been waiting for since the second year. Atsumu, now team captain, displayed an unexpected maturity and ability to keep the team together and take us to our victory. But unfortunately, we faced defeat in our second match that day, marking the end of our journey in the high school nationals.

“Won’t you miss volleyball?” I asked Osamy on the bus back home.

“F’course I will,” he sighed before continuing, “but my passion for volleyball died down somewhere along the way… it isn’t as strong as yers or Tsumu’s. S’not my calling, Rin, cooking is.”

“I know, I know,” I said and held his hand. “And you’re so damn good at it.”

“Means a lot coming from a picky eater like yerself,” he teased, leaning his head on my shoulder.

“Your cooking is so good I even eat broccoli when you make them,” I said, making him laugh and squeeze my hand.

The rest of the ride home was silent, except for some gagging sounds coming from Atsumu each time we kissed or showed too much affection for his taste. Annoying my boyfriend’s brother was the funniest thing ever—my favorite hobby even.

Graduation rolled on quickly. Before we knew it, we were holding our diplomas in hand, taking class photos, and congratulating each other. Atsumu and Osamu, though they will never admit this if asked, were crying like babies, hugging our first and second years, making them promise to keep the team alive and up to its greatness and other cheesy stuff like that. I have photographic proof, but Osamu threatened he’d leave me if I ever divulged such information.

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Just two months later, I found myself settling into my dorm in Nagato. The change felt strange. Once again, I was in a city filled with unfamiliar faces, and that sense of loneliness I had experienced when I first moved to Hyōgo crept back in. My new teammates were nice guys—cool and fun—but they were all in their mid to late twenties, while I was 18, fresh out of high school. Relating to them or making actual friends was a big challenge.

I felt lonely for the first few weeks, often calling Osamu (Atsumu too, but he usually practiced till late at night like the idiotic overachiever he was, so he couldn't always be available) at night to rant or just talk. He was happy to stay up and chat, but this soon turned out to be counterproductive for both of us. Once we started talking, we wouldn't hang up until very late, which wasn’t helping his studies or my volleyball performance. This was the first challenge we faced in our relationship.

We had to find a balance, a way to maintain our connection without neglecting our responsibilities. After some trial and error, we set a routine: nightly texts before bed and longer calls on the weekends. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a compromise that worked for us.

My days at EJP Raijin were intense. The training was grueling, and the level of play was a significant step up from high school. The constant physical and mental demands left me exhausted, often with little energy for anything else. Yet, in those rare quiet moments, my thoughts always drifted to Osamu.

A welcome change came with a new addition to our team: Komori Motoya, the top libero in Japan during our high school days. He used to play for Itachiyama alongside Sakusa, Atsumu’s crush (which he keeps denying). I knew him, having played against him and shared casual conversations at nationals. Seeing a familiar face was comforting. He had a sunny personality, and as soon as he stepped into the gym, he began talking to everyone, effortlessly fitting into the team dynamics.

"Hey," he said, approaching me that evening after practice.

"Hi, Komori, right?" I replied, and he nodded.

"Yeah, you remember me," he said with a smile.

"Of course. You were such a pain to play against, always digging, never letting the ball hit the ground," I sighed, recalling our past matches.

He chuckled nervously and shook his head. "I didn't always get them..."

"You did most of the time. You were the top libero for a reason, no?" I asked nonchalantly, putting my things away in my bag.

"I-I guess..."

"You need more self-confidence, my guy," I teased, and he sighed.

"Yeah, you're right."

"Wanna grab something to eat?" I asked, hearing his stomach growl alongside mine.

"Sure, I can't cook for shit," he said, and I laughed.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and smiled at him. "Me neither. If I step foot in the kitchen, I could burn the place down. But luckily, my boyfriend is studying to be a chef, so I’m good," I joked.

"Boyfriend… chef boyfriend, huh? Lucky you. I'll be doomed to instant ramen for the rest of my life," he said as we headed out of the gym together.

"So will I, for most days, since Samu lives in Tokyo right now..."

"Samu? Wait, as in Osamu Miya?" he asked, and I looked at him confused.

"Yeah?"

"Oh! Nice," he said awkwardly. I didn’t understand his reaction back then, but looking back now, it all made sense.

"You're a bit weird, you know," I said, and he widened his eyes.

"S-sorry—"

"Chill, I mean it in a good way. You seem fun," I laughed.

We went to a nearby Korean BBQ for dinner, talking and getting to know each other better. It felt good to hang out with someone my age after weeks of feeling isolated. Motoya was great—funny, sweet, a bit nerdy and weird—his company was enjoyable. I felt an immediate connection with him but didn’t think much of it at first.

As time passed, our friendship grew stronger, and we hung out all the time after practice since neither of us had many friends in town. The sense of loneliness I initially felt gradually disappeared when Motoya was around, just as it did when Osamu video-called or visited. Soon, both Osamu and Motoya became my safe spaces. (Atsumu helped me through hard times as well, when once a month, being generous, he decided to check if I was still alive and breathing.)

One Friday night, after an especially tough week, I received a surprise video call from Osamu. His face lit up my screen, instantly easing the tension in my shoulders.

"Hey, Rin," he said with that warm, familiar smile. "How's my superstar doing?"

"Exhausted," I admitted, sinking onto my bed. "But seeing you helps."

He laughed softly. "Good to hear. Guess what? I tried out a new recipe today. Wish ya could’ve tasted it."

"Tell me all about it," I urged, eager to hear his voice and forget the fatigue for a while.

As he described the dish, his passion was palpable. I could picture him in the kitchen, eyes focused, hands moving with practiced precision. It made me miss him even more, but it also filled me with pride. He was chasing his dream, just like I was.

"Sounds amazing," I said when he finished. "Maybe you can make it for me when I visit."

"Deal," he grinned. "Ah, and how's Komori? Ya guys still hang out?"

"Mhm, yeah. We're actually going to an arcade later to kill some time," I said.

"Glad yer not alone there."

"Me too. I’m glad Toya’s here," I said, and he smiled.

"I’m glad he's there for ya too."

We kept talking about our days and other stupid stuff until a knock on my door interrupted us.

"Must be Toya," I said and went to open the door.

"Hello, are you ready?" he asked as I opened the door.

"Yep. Oh, say hi to Samu," I said, turning my phone so he could see him on the screen.

"H-hi," said Motoya, stuttering.

"H-hey, how are ya?" asked Osamu.

"All good! You?"

"Same here."

"K, we gotta go now. I'll text you later. Bye, love you," I said, noticing the awkwardness in their interaction.

"K then, bye, love ya too," said Osamu before we hung up.

The first time Samu, Motoya, and I all hung out together was a year after I had joined the team. We were at Samu’s apartment in Tokyo for the weekend. I had insisted Toya should come with me to visit and try Samu’s cooking, and after much insisting, he had agreed.

“This is very good… wow,” said Motoya when he tried the onigiri Samu had made for us.

“I know, right! It’s so fucking good,” I said and Samu smiled fondly.

“I’m glad ya like it,” he replied, leaning in to place a kiss on my forehead.

With the corner of my eye, I had caught Motoya watching us with a look I couldn’t quite understand; it was like a mix of fondness and bitterness.

“Ehm…thank you for the meal. It was delicious. I think it is now time for me to go,” he said, getting up with a polite smile on his face.

“Go where?” asked Osamu, confused.

“Oh, to a hotel. You love birds should have your privacy, you know,” he teased and went to grab his shoes and jacket.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Toya! You’re not gonna pay for a hotel when there’s a perfectly fine couch here, tsk,” I said, taking his jacket away from him and dismissing his protests with an eye roll.

Motoya hesitated, glancing between Osamu and me. "I really don’t want to impose..."

"Yer not imposing," Osamu interjected firmly. "Yer staying, end of discussion."

Motoya smiled sheepishly, clearly appreciating the gesture but still feeling a bit awkward. "Alright, if you insist."

We spent the rest of the evening watching old games and talking about everything and nothing. The initial tension eased completely, and we fell into a comfortable rhythm. As the night grew late, Motoya yawned and stretched, finally admitting defeat to his exhaustion.

"I think I'll take you up on that couch," he said with a tired grin.

Osamu showed him where to find extra blankets and pillows while I tidied up a bit. Once everything was set, Motoya crashed on the couch, and Osamu and I retreated to the bedroom.

"He's a good guy," Osamu said as he closed the door behind us.

"Yeah, he is," I agreed, flopping onto the bed. "It’s nice having him around."

Osamu lay down beside me, pulling me close. "I'm glad. I don’t want ya to feel lonely, ever."

"I know, and you always manage to make me feel loved, even from a distance," I said, kissing him softly.

That night, I slept deeply, wrapped in Osamu's arms, feeling a sense of contentment that had been missing in the past few months, but there was a part of my brain that was stuck on Motoya’s expression from earlier. For some reason, I couldn’t shake it off, but I decided not to dwell on it for my own sanity.

As the weekend continued, the bond between the three of us strengthened. We walked around Tokyo together, laughed at stupid jokes, and even managed to rope Motoya into a few pranks on unsuspecting tourists. Osamu seemed to enjoy his company as well, and it made me happy knowing my boyfriend and one of my best friends got along that well. It was one of the best weekends I’d had in a long time.

Yet, amidst the fun, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing under the surface. There were moments when Motoya’s gaze lingered on Osamu and me, a mix of emotions flickering across his face, and he would divert his gaze the second it crossed mine as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

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One of the first times Osamu and I had a real big fight was just a month before his graduation. It had now been two years since I had joined EJP Raijin, and till then we had never had any real fights despite the long distance and other challenges.

To be honest, I don’t even remember what we had fought about, but I think it was something he had said in a stress-infused state that had hurt me. Osamu was a mess in that period, judging finals, his part-time job at a restaurant, and planning the opening of Onigiri Miya, but so was I considering that the season had just started, and our team was undergoing insane practice hours.

For a few days, we didn’t talk, both clearly mad at each other, and I was scared of losing him. I was constantly down for the whole period we didn’t talk.

One evening, after a particularly bad day, I found myself sitting on the bench, head in my hands. Motoya joined me, sensing my need for some companionship.

"You okay?" he asked after a while, his voice gentle.

"Yeah, just thinking," I replied, not entirely sure how to articulate the jumble of emotions I was feeling.

"About Osamu?" he guessed, and I nodded.

"We had a fight a couple of days ago…haven’t talked since.”

Motoya sighed, leaning back against the bench. "Yeah, I get it. Long-distance is never easy."

I glanced at him, wondering if he truly understood the depth of my fears. "I’m just scared of losing him," I admitted quietly. "I’m not good at maintaining relationships. What if…"

"Hey," Motoya interrupted, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "You’re not gonna lose him. You guys have something special. And yeah, you had a fight, so what? All couples fight. I’m sure you’ll make it work. You’re both stubborn as hell, after all."

I chuckled, feeling a bit of the tension ease. "Yeah, we are."

Motoya smiled, squeezing my shoulder before letting go. "Just take it one day at a time."

I looked at him, gratitude swelling in my chest. "Thanks, Toya."

He smiled, his eyes wrinkling slightly as his smile brightened up his face, making me smile as well, for the first time in days.

"You’re welcome. Come on, let’s go get something to eat to cheer you up," he said, patting my shoulder.

“You’re my own personal little angel, always here to make me feel better, you know,” I said and, in that moment, Motoya’s face turned a shade of red that was concerning.

“Jesus, Rin…shut up and let’s just go eat,” he sighed, and I chuckled.

We walked to our favorite ramen place, the kind of hole-in-the-wall that served the best broth and noodles. The familiar warmth of the place and the comforting smell of the food began to lift my spirits.

“Remember that time you tried to cook ramen?” Motoya teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh god, don’t remind me,” I groaned, rolling my eyes. “I almost burned the kitchen down.”

Motoya laughed, the sound infectious and genuine. “It was pretty impressive, honestly. I didn’t think you could mess up instant ramen that badly.”

“Yeah, well, cooking’s never been my strong suit. I leave that to Samu,” I replied, feeling a pang of longing. The thought of Osamu’s cooking brought a mix of comfort and sadness.

The conversation flowed easily. Motoya had a knack for making me forget my worries, if only for a while. He talked about his family, his old team, and the silly things he and Sakusa used to do. His stories were always full of humor and warmth, and they helped to distract me from the ache of missing Osamu.

As we slurped our ramen, Motoya kept the conversation light, steering away from the topic of Osamu and instead focusing on our mutual love for volleyball and shared memories from high school tournaments. His efforts to distract me didn’t go unnoticed, and I was grateful for his presence and friendship.

Later that night, back in my dorm, I found myself staring at my phone, the urge to call Osamu growing stronger with each passing minute. Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, I dialed his number. He picked up after a few rings.

"Hey," he said, his voice softer than usual.

"Hey," I replied, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. "I’m sorry."

"No, I’m sorry," he said quickly. "I was stressed, and I took it out on ya. That wasn’t fair."

"We both said things we didn’t mean," I acknowledged. "But I don’t want to fight, Samu. I miss you."

"I miss ya too, Rin. Can we just... move past this? I hate not talking to ya."

"Yeah, let’s move past it," I agreed, feeling the tension ease out of my body. "I love you."

"Love ya too, more than ya know."

With those words, a weight lifted off my chest, and we spent the rest of the night talking and laughing, rekindling the connection that had felt frayed in the past few days.

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The next few weeks after that flew by in a blur of training, matches, and video calls with Osamu. One evening, as we sat on the balcony of his dorm room, watching the city lights, he turned to me with a serious expression.

“Rin, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I said, curious.

“Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you weren’t with Osamu?” he asked, his voice hesitant.

I frowned, not expecting the question. “Not really. I mean, I can’t imagine my life without him. Why?”

He looked away, his expression unreadable. “Just… wondering.”

I studied his face, trying to decipher his thoughts. “Toya, is everything okay?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, yeah…I just sometimes, I wonder if I’ll ever have someone like you or Osamu…l-like what you two have I mean.”

I felt a pang of sympathy, understanding the loneliness that could creep in when you least expected it. “You will, Toya. You’re an amazing person.” I said and I meant every word. Motoya was beautiful inside and out.

"The person who ends up as your partner will be damn lucky. You're sweet, caring, funny, and hot—a whole package deal. We gotta work on your cooking skills, but other than that, you're very husband material," I said. He chuckled before giving me a fond smile.

"You mean that?"

"The only time I lied was when I told Atsumu his hair looked good in high school," I said, and he snorted.

"You were horrible for that..."

"I know," I smirked.

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It first occurred to me that I was developing feelings for Motoya when I realized that I had begun noticing all the little details about him. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about his Lego collection (such a nerd), or the way he would fidget with the ring he always wore on his left hand when he was stressed or nervous, or how he would only eat a certain type of noodles because he didn't like the texture of the other types.

It was the most painful realization I’ve ever had. I was in love with Osamu. I hadn’t stopped loving him, not even for one second; the feeling was just as strong as it was in the beginning. So why? Why did I have feelings for someone else?

I began hating myself. Guilt and self-pity were eating me alive day by day. I thought about taking some distance from Motoya, to avoid these irrational and wrong feelings from developing further, but avoiding him was impossible. And quite frankly, I just couldn’t do it. He was a big part of my life, the only friend I had in the city, and one of the most important people in my life.

So I just buried those feelings deep, deep inside my heart and focused on the love I had for Osamu. Because god, I really loved him, with all I had and all I was.

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A year after Osamu graduated, he was able to open his first Onigiri Miya restaurant in Hyōgo, and the business was a success from the very beginning, part thanks to Atsumu and me being now volleyball stars well known in Japan and using our platforms to promote his restaurant, but mainly because he was a fucking great cook.
Everything he made tasted like heaven, you could taste all the hard-work and dedication he put in in every bite you took.
To say I was proud of him was an understatement.

“Osamu makes insanely good onigiri” said Motoya while he stuffed his face with onigiri I had brought for him from Hyōgo, from my last visit.

“Yeah, he really does. I ate so much I think my stomach will explode. You should also come and see the restaurant too, it is fucking amazing” I said laying down on his bed, stretching my arms.

Motoya finished his food and then sat next to me.

“You know what we should do? Take the whole team there after our next game, we’re going to play in Hyōgo next week anyway.” he suggested, and I smiled.

“Fuck yes. I can then flex my boyfriend’s amazing cooking”

“Mhm. And I can flex my best friend’s boyfriend’s amazing cooking too,” he joked, and I smiled looking up at him.
He looked down at me and ran his hand through my hair softly, something he had been doing a lot recently, and I didn't mind at all.

“Samu will be over the moon If we do go.” I said closing my eyes letting him massage my scalp.

“I know. I hope the coach and the guys agree.” he said fondly.

Motoya and Osamu had also gotten very close over the years. At the time I just thought that it was a simple friendship, I thought they only became friends because of me, but I would later discover that it wasn’t exactly the case.

They cared about each other a lot. Osamu would always ask how Motoya was doing when we talked, and he would also go out of his way to also hang out with him when he came to visit me.

And Motoya, well, it was the same for him. He would ask about Osamu, and seemed genuinely happy when I told him how great he was doing.

I didn’t see it then because I was too self-absorbed in my own guilt and fear to realize that I wasn’t the only one falling for Toya.

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The evening after out game in Hyōgo the team sat in a large table at Onigiri Miya and enjoyed the food Osamu proudly prepared for us. The feedback from everyone was positive, they all loved the food. Osamu’s eyes were sparkling at every compliment, which made me smile like an idiot.

“This was all Toya’s idea you should thank him” I told Osamu at the end of the evening.

“Toya’s a sweet lil angel,” he said half joking half meaning every single word. “He is… isn’t he,” I said and signaled Motoya to join us at the counter where we were sitting.

“I gotta say I’ve never had better food in my life” he said as he walked over to us.

“Thank you,” said Osamu and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Toya blushed making me smile.

Watching them interact like that made my heart ache but not because it bothered me.

“I feel left out” I teased.

“Come here” said Samu pulling me closer wrapping his other arm around me.

°°

It was just a few months after that, when Osamu asked me to marry him.
We were in his apartment in Osaka, it was morning and he had woken me up with breakfast in bed and then right after we were done eating, he had gotten on one knee and held out a ring.

"Rin will ya marry me?" he asked and I smiled so hard my face muscles hurt.

There's a little thing I may have left out about our relationship till now. Back in high school, Osamu was absolutely terrified to come out as gay. He feared others might see him differently or not accept him. I remember being the first person he ever told. He was scared to even tell Atsumu about it (irrational fear since Atsumu was about as straight as a spring himself) so he only confided in me. It was during one of our usual late nights together in our first year.

I remember it like it was yesterday, because it was the first time I thought, oh so I’m not delusional for thinking that maybe, just maybe he looks at me a bit differently from our other friends. At the time I knew I liked him, but I didn’t dare to entertain that thought since he was “straight” and my best friend.

The memory of that night in our first year of high school, when Osamu had opened up to me about his fears and struggles with his sexuality, still lingered in the back of my mind as I looked at the ring sparkling on my finger. It was a reminder of how far we had come, of the obstacles we had overcome together.

Osamu had been my rock, my confidant, my best friend for as long as I could remember. And now, he was asking me to spend the rest of my life with him. It was a dream come true, a moment I had fantasized about countless times but never truly believed would happen.

As I gazed into his eyes, filled with love and adoration, I knew without a doubt that saying yes was the easiest decision I had ever made. We were meant to be together, soulmates in every sense of the word.

"Yes," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper but filled with certainty. "Yes, Osamu, I will marry you."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he pulled me into a tight embrace, his arms warm and comforting around me. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated happiness.

We spent the rest of the day lost in each other. And as we lay tangled together in bed that night, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the journey that had brought us to this moment, for the love that had sustained us through every trial and tribulation.

"I love you Samu. God I love you so much" I whispered against his lips.

"I love ya too Rin,"

°°

That first person I wanted to break the news to was Motoya, who had now become the first person I wanted to tell everything, and the first person I thought about in the morning when I woke up alongside Osamu.

I was trying to be oblivious of my feelings for him. Because it was easier to deny and avoid them than risk ruining what I already had with Osamu.

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Wanna be my best man?

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🤯 NO WAY!

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Yes way

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I'm really happy for you two
I do accept being your best man btw

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Good cuz you have no choice anyway <3

°°

The months that followed the proposal were filled with volleyball matches, wedding preparations and visits to Hyōgo to see my soon to be husband.

Motoya and Atsumu willingly and unwillingly (in that order) became our helpers in the big mess that it was to organize a wedding.

On one particularly busy day, as we were sorting out the final details for the wedding, Motoya, Osamu, and I found ourselves sitting around Samu’s childhood home kitchen table, papers strewn everywhere.

"You know," Motoya said, tapping a pen against his chin, "I never thought I'd get this involved in a wedding that wasn’t mine."

"Consider it practice," Osamu teased, glancing at him with playful smirk.

"Practice for what?" Motoya asked, raising an eyebrow.

"For when ya get married, obviously," Osamu replied casually.

Motoya's eyes widened, and he sputtered for a moment before regaining his composure.

"Me? Get married? Yeah, right."

"Why not?" I chimed in, unable to resist teasing him. "You'd make a great husband."

He flushed, ducking his head to hide his embarrassment. "Come on, guys, don't be ridiculous."

"We're not being ridiculous," Osamu insisted, reaching across the table to ruffle Motoya's hair. "Yer a catch, Toya."

Motoya swatted his hand away, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Maybe. For now, I’m just happy to help you two."

"Don’t know what we’d do without ya, Toya," I said, squeezing his shoulder.

“You’d be just fine” he sighed.

“No we wouldn’t” said Samu and I nodded.

Toya smirked and cleared his throat getting up from where he was sitting. “I’ll go check if Atsumu did his part correctly”

“He probably didn’t” groaned Osamu.

“Yeah that’s why I’ll go check”

Motoya left the room, leaving Osamu and me alone for a moment. I glanced at Osamu, who was smiling fondly lookinga t him.leave.
There was a comfortable silence between us, filled with the buzz of excitement and anticipation that surrounded our upcoming wedding.

“I can’t believe we’re actually getting married,” I murmured, reaching across the table to take Osamu’s hand in mine. His thumb brushed over my knuckles in soothing circles, grounding me in the reality of it all.

“Me neither,” Osamu replied, his voice soft with affection. “Feels like just yesterday we were kids in high school, tryin’ to figure out who we were.”

“Look at us now,” I said with a laugh. “All grown up and getting married.”

Osamu chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yeah. We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?”

Before I could respond, Motoya returned with a triumphant grin on his face.

“Atsumu actually did his part correctly,” he announced, waving a stack of neatly organized papers. “Miracles do happen.”

Osamu snorted in disbelief. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Motoya handed the papers to Osamu and then plopped down next to me, a satisfied smile on his face. “So, what’s next on the agenda, future husbands?”

I smiled, feeling a warm rush of gratitude for having Motoya by our side. “Next, we need to finalize the guest list and confirm the catering details. And then... we can actually relax for a bit.”

“Relax?” Motoya raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“It’s this mythical concept,” Osamu said, grinning. “Apparently, it involves doing nothing and enjoying it.”

Motoya laughed, a sound that always made my heart skip a beat. “Well, in that case, I’m all for it.”

°°

By the time we wrapped up, it was late evening. We decided to unwind with a quiet dinner together at Onigiri Miya after closing hours.

As we gathered around the table, enjoying a simple meal Osamu had prepared, I felt a deep sense oconontentment. Surrounded by the people I loved most, it was everything I had ever wanted.

After a few too many drinks, the topic of kissing somehow surfaced.

“But yeah, I gotta say, Samu’s a great kisser,” I remarked with a smirk, taking another sip of sake. Samu blushed while Toya burst into laughter.

“I know,” Toya responded, causing me to shoot him a questioning look. He turned bright red, stumbling over his words as he tried to explain.

“What he means is that we kissed once, back in high school, after a game during our second year…” Osamu confessed, avoiding eye contact as he blushed.

“Oh,” I said, feeling my cheeks flush at the thought, or rather the mental image of them kissing.

“S-sorry…I didn’t mean to bring it up like that. It was ages ago…” Toya stammered.

“I’m just surprised Samu never told me… I thought you told me everything,” I said, looking at him.

“It never came up, and it didn’t really matter. It was just a kiss,” Samu replied.

“Y-yeah,” Toya added.

“Well now I’m mad.”

“Rin…”

“No, shut up, I feel left out…” I sighed, pretending to be offended.

“Huh?”

“I’ll have to kiss Toya now to make things even,” I joked, making Toya turn an even darker shade of red while Osamu let out a sigh of relief and looked at me with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Okay,” he said, catching me off guard.

“You for real?” I asked, shooting him a questioning look as he blushed further.

“Can we stop with the jokes now? I’m having a heart attack,” Toya pleaded.

“No, you get no right to speak. You kissed my soon-to-be husband before I did!”

“I… sorry,” Toya muttered.

Osamu laid his head on the table, laughing loudly. “If kissing Toya to make it even makes ya feel better, then I do not oppose. Fair is fair,” he said.

“I DO! Where’s my say in this?” Toya demanded.

“You get none,” I joked, getting up and walking over to him.

“Rin, get away from me!” he said, half-laughing.

“So, you’d kiss Samu but not me? I feel betrayed. I thought we had something,” I teased.

“T-that’s not…” he began, but I grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks. Leaning in, my heart racing, I kissed the tip of his nose.

“I’m joking. I don’t care if you two kissed in high school. But seeing you two flustered was priceless,” I said, pulling away.

“Fuck you,” Toya laughed.

“Ask Samu for permission first, then maybe we can consider,” I joked.

“Permission granted… if I get to watch,” Osamu quipped, catching me off guard.

“Idiots… why am I friends with you two? Fucking perverts,” Toya sighed, the blush returning to his cheeks.

“Because you love us,” I winked at him.

“Yeah, I do…” he sighed, making me smile.

That evening, as we returned to Osamu’s apartment and settled into bed, I found myself unable to sleep.

My mind kept replaying an imagined scene of him and Motoya kissing, and I felt my body heat up at the thought. It wasn’t jealousy that consumed me; it was desire, a deep, aching need. I realized I wanted them both, needed them both, and longed for them to want each other too. With that realization, any plans of sleeping were long forgotten.

°°

The wedding day arrived in a flurry of activity and excitement. As I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie for the hundredth time, calm finally settled over me. This was it—the day I had dreamed of for so long.

Osamu looked stunning in his suit, his usual confidence radiating from him as he smiled at me. "Ya ready?" he asked, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of nerves.

"More than ever," I replied, taking his hand. We were about to walk down the aisle, to begin a new chapter of our lives together.

The ceremony was beautiful, a perfect blend of traditional and personal touches. As we exchanged vows, I couldn't help but glance at Motoya, standing proudly as my best man. His eyes were bright, and he gave me an encouraging nod.

After the ceremony, we celebrated with a reception filled with laughter, dancing, and, of course, delicious food from Samu’s restaurant. At some point during the night, I found myself standing on the balcony, taking a moment to catch my breath. The cool night air was a welcome respite from the bustling reception inside.

"Hey," came a familiar voice from behind me. I turned to see Motoya, his hands in his pockets, a soft smile on his face.

“Hey to you too. Taking a breather?” I said, matching his smile.

“Yeah, it’s getting too loud in there and my head is spinning from all the drinks, and Kiyoomi's constant complaining. Oh, I just saw Bokuto-san and Atsumu lift Osamu up and throw him in the air like a sack of potatoes,” he said, chuckling.

I was happy beyond belief. I had married the man I had loved since high school, and now the other man I loved was in front of me, smiling. He seemed genuinely happy too.

In a moment of pure ecstasy, I didn’t realize when I stepped forward and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his narrow waist. I kissed him like my life depended on it, pouring all my feelings and longing into that kiss.

It was different from kissing Osamu—Toya’s lips were more delicate, but it felt equally as intense.

Motoya froze for a moment, his surprise evident in the way his body tensed. Yet, after that brief hesitation, he leaned into the kiss, his hands finding their way to my shoulders, pulling me closer. The taste of sake lingered on his lips, mixing with the sweetness that was uniquely his own. It was a kiss filled with years of unspoken longing and the electric tension of unexplored desire.

When we finally pulled apart, he looked at me with a mix of emotions swirling in his eyes—confusion, desire, and a touch of guilt. I brushed a strand of hair away from his face, my heart racing with uncertainty and newfound clarity.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, unsure of what to say next, my mind spinning.

"No," Motoya murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm the one who should apologize. I... I never meant for this to happen. I never wanted to complicate things for you and Osamu."

The weight of his words sank in, and I took a step back, feeling the chill of the night air against my flushed skin. "Toya...I-"

He shook his head, a pained expression crossing his features. "I should go."

Before I could respond, he turned away, disappearing into the dimly lit hallways of the venue. I stood there, my mind racing.

“Fuck…what am I doing…fuck,” I breathed out, feeling tears come to my eyes.

°°

Once we arrived home that night, instead of embracing our first night together as a married couple, I burst into tears and cried in Osamu's arms. He was bewildered and unsure of how to help, so he simply held me close, offering comfort while I battled with the consuming guilt gnawing at me from within.

I could only talk to him the morning after.

"Samu, can we talk about somethin'?" I said, sitting on the couch next to him.

"Of course," he replied.

“It’s about Toya…I…” I began, my voice trembling.

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine. "Ya have feelings for ‘im, don’t ya?"

I felt my heart skip a beat, panic rising in my chest. "Osamu, I..."

“Tell me the truth…” he cut me off gently.

“Yes…I have feelings for him, but Samu, listen…I love you. You’re the one I chose, the one I want to spend my life with. I don’t wanna hurt you—"

He held up a hand, stopping me. "I’m not angry, Rin.”

He nodded slowly, a small smile playing at his lips. "I know ya love me, and I love ya too. But maybe... maybe there’s room for more love in our lives."

His words hung in the air, a mixture of shock and relief washing over me. "What are you saying, Samu?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Osamu took my hands in his, his touch grounding me. "I’m sayin' that maybe it's okay to feel the way ya do. And that…I also have feelings for him."

As I sat there, stunned by Osamu's unexpected admission, a whirlwind of emotions swept through me. Relief mingled with apprehension, and a flicker of hope ignited in my heart. Could it be possible that what I had feared would tear us apart might actually bring us closer together?

"Oh…” I struggled to find the right words, my mind racing to process everything.

He squeezed my hands gently, his eyes soft and filled with understanding. "I know this is a lot to take in, Rin. But I've been thinking... Maybe we've been denying ourselves something that's been there all along."

His words resonated deep within me. For so long, I had buried my feelings for Motoya, believing they were a threat to our relationship. But hearing Osamu's confession made me realize that perhaps love wasn't a finite resource—it could expand and evolve.

"But what about us, Samu?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. "Are you sure about this?"

Osamu nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life. I love ya, Rin. And I want us to explore this together, if you're willing and if Toya’s down, f’course."

“We need to talk to him,” I said, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah, we do…” he agreed.

“I also kissed him last night, and I think I freaked him out…” I blurted out.

Osamu's expression softened, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Ya kissed him?" he asked gently.

I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. "It wasn't planned... it just happened. And then he pulled away and left. I feel like I've ruined everything, Samu."

He pulled me into his arms, holding me close. "Ya didn't ruin anythin', Rin. We'll figure this out."

After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "I think we should give Toya some time to process things. And then we'll see where we stand."

I nodded, grateful for his calm demeanor amidst the turmoil. "Thank you, Samu. I'm sorry for complicating everything."

"Don't be sorry, Rin. We'll find a way through this," he assured me, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

°°

The next few days were tense as we navigated the aftermath of my impulsive kiss with Motoya. Toya seemed distant and unsure, avoiding us both whenever possible. It was clear that I had shaken him, and I felt a deep sense of regret for causing him discomfort.

One evening, as I returned from practice, I found Motoya sitting alone in the living room of our dorm. He looked up at me with a conflicted expression, and I hesitated before approaching him.

"Toya... can we talk?" I asked softly, sitting down beside him.

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"Toya... can we talk?" I asked softly, sitting down beside him.

He nodded silently, his eyes fixed on the floor.

"I'm sorry," I began, feeling the weight of my actions heavy on my chest. "I shouldn't have kissed you like that. It was wrong, and I understand if you're upset with me."

He sighed, finally meeting my gaze. "I'm not upset, Rin. Confused, maybe. But not upset."

I frowned, unsure of how to interpret his words. "Confused about what?"

He hesitated for a moment before speaking. "About... everything. About how I feel, about what this means to you..."

I swallowed hard, feeling a surge of hope mixed with fear. "Toya, I... I care about you. More than I should, maybe."

He looked at me then, his eyes searching mine. "And what about Samu?"

I took a deep breath, my heart racing. "He knows..."

Motoya's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "He does?"

I nodded, relief flooding through me. "Yes. We talked, and... we want to figure this out together, if you're willing."

He looked away, processing my words. "I... what do you mean figure this out?"

"How do you feel about Samu and me?" I asked, and he looked at me hesitantly.

"I care about you two...a lot."

"We care about you too...a lot," I whispered.

Motoya remained silent, his expression thoughtful as he processed my words. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the war between his feelings and the fear of complicating our longstanding friendships.

"I never thought..." he finally murmured, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"I know," I said softly.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know what to do, Rin. This... it's a lot to process."

"I understand," I said quietly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

He nodded slowly, his gaze drifting to the floor. "I never imagined... being in this situation to be honest," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know," I repeated, trying to offer him comfort through my understanding. "Whatever you decide, Toya, we'll respect it."

Toya looked up at me then, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "You two are... something else, you know that?"

I chuckled softly, relieved to see a small glimmer of humor amidst the tension. "Yeah, we've always been a bit of a mess."

He chuckled too, shaking his head. "Tell me about it."

"I need some time to think about this, Rin," he then added.

I nodded and got up from the couch. "Take your time. We're not going anywhere," I said.

°°

He took way too much time. Two months...two months of radio silence. He was too scared to confront us and our feelings, so I had to take manners into my own hands.

"You're coming with me to Hyōgo" I said one night barging into his dorm room.

"What happened to manners? Knocking?" he said blinking at me.

"Sorry...but as I said you're coming with me. I know what you're doing...you're avoiding us because you're scared" I said pointing at him.

"I'm not avoiding you two...I'm avoiding the situation..." he said and I sighed.

"Come with me to see Samu and see for yourself that we're serious..." I said and he took a deep breath.

"You two love each other...don't complicate thing by bringing me in the middle,"

"We want you in the middle..." I said and then smirked, "We really want you in the middle" I said my tone suggestive, and he threw a pillow at me.

Toya's reaction was a mix of surprise and embarrassment, evident in the way he blushed and looked away.

"Rin, don't joke about this," he said, his voice slightly strained as he tried to keep the conversation light.

I sat down beside him on the bed, my expression softening. "Toya, I'm not joking. Samu and I... we care about you deeply. We want you to be a part of our lives in every way possible."

He sighed, fidgeting with his ring. "I... I don't know if I can..."

"Can you at least come with me to Hyōgo?" I asked gently, trying to gauge his reaction.

Toya hesitated, clearly torn between his feelings and the fear of complicating our relationships. "I... I guess I could come. But I'm not making any promises, Rin."

"That's all I'm asking for," I replied sincerely. "Just give us a chance to show you how we feel."

Toya nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "Alright. I'll come with you."

Relief washed over me, though I knew this was just the beginning of a much larger conversation we needed to have. But for now, I was grateful that Toya was willing to take this step with me.

°°

The journey to Hyōgo unfolded as a quest for clarity, punctuated by awkward silences and meaningful glances. It was evident Toya wrestled with his emotions, unsure of where he fit in our intricate dynamic. Respecting his space, I focused on cherishing our time together in silence.

Upon arriving at the apartment, Toya hesitated briefly at the door.

"Everything alright?" I asked.

"Yeah... let's go," he replied, and I unlocked the door.

Inside, a tantalizing aroma wafted from the kitchen, where Samu hummed a melody to himself while preparing dinner.

"We're back!" I announced, and Samu appeared with a warm smile.

"Hey," he greeted.

Toya simply nodded in response.

"Come help me set the table," Samu invited, and we complied after stowing our belongings.

We arranged the table in a quiet yet companionable silence, then Osamu brought out the meal he had prepared, and we gathered to eat together.

"I'm glad you came," Samu said, directing his words to Toya.

"Rin didn't give me much choice," Toya joked, earning a playful glare from Samu.

"I just wanted us all to have a chance to talk..." I interjected.

"So, should we talk or...?" Osamu trailed off, sensing the tension.

Silence.

Awkward silence.

"Are you two sure about this?" Toya finally spoke, his eyes avoiding ours.

"Yes," Samu and I affirmed simultaneously.

"Absolutely sure?" Toya prodded.

"And are you?" I added.

"To be honest, if I were selfish, yes. I want to be with both of you so badly. But part of me fears I'll only complicate the beautiful relationship you already have. Your love is rare... and then there's me," Toya confessed, nervously fiddling with his ring.

"You're more than 'just you'," I countered.

"Toya, what can we do to show you we care about you just as deeply as we care for each other?" Osamu inquired sincerely.

"I'm not sure... Maybe I just need time to adjust," Toya admitted, meeting my gaze with uncertainty.

"So, you're open to... being our boyfriend?" I ventured, and a blush crept across Toya's cheeks.

"I-I think..." he replied softly.

"Yeah?" I smiled.

"Yeah, I wanna be your boyfriend," he said shyly.

Samu smiled at me mischievously before getting up and lifting Toya from his seat, carrying him over to the couch in the living room.

"Samu!" Toya exclaimed, laughing.

Osamu sat him down gently, making sure he was comfortable before sitting next to him. I took my place on the other side of Toya, sandwiching him between us. The warmth of our bodies, the familiarity of our presence, made the moment feel both surreal and incredibly right.

"Can we kiss ya?" Samu asked, his voice gentle yet filled with anticipation.

Toya's answer came as a barely audible whisper, his cheeks tinged with both embarrassment and excitement. He shifted nervously between Samu and me, uncertain of what would happen next. Samu leaned in first, tenderly capturing Toya's lips in a kiss that spoke volumes of his affection. Toya responded tentatively at first, then with growing enthusiasm as he allowed himself to be swept up in the moment.

I watched them with a mix of love and desire, feeling a rush of warmth as Samu's hand cupped Toya's cheek. It was a moment of delicate intimacy, a silent promise of what was yet to unfold. When Samu finally pulled back, he smiled softly at Toya, who looked dazed yet undeniably content.

"Like ya remembered?" teased Osamu.

"Way better than I remembered..." he replied.

"I trained him well," I chimed in making them chuckle.

Then it was my turn. Leaning in, I kissed Toya with a blend of tenderness and longing. His response was immediate, his hands finding their way to my shoulders as he kissed me back with a fervor that mirrored my own. It was a kiss filled with unspoken emotions and newfound clarity, sealing our unspoken pact.

As we parted, breathless and flushed with emotion, I glanced at Samu, who was watching us with a tender smile.

I leaned over Toya to grabb Osamu's face and kiss him too. He opened his mouth, letting me take control of the kiss.
Motoyas gasp at the sight made me smirk against Samu's lips. As we pulled away from each other samu bit my bottom lip slightly and that made Toya lean all the way back on the couch and let out a shaky breath out.

He sat there, his eyes wide with realization, and in that moment, everything felt right in the world.

"Wow" he whispered throwing his head back on the headrest of the couch.

The room was filled with a soft, shared laughter that carried the weight of our collective relief. For the first time in months, the air was free of tension and charged with the possibilities of what lay ahead.

"Yeah, wow," I echoed, reaching out to hold Toya's hand, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat echoing mine. "We're really doing this."

Toya nodded, his eyes shimmering with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "It feels...surreal. But good. Really good."

Osamu wrapped an arm around Toya's shoulders, pulling him close. Toya leaned into Osamu's embrace, his body visibly relaxing. "I guess...I was scared. Scared of ruining what you two have, but also scared of what I was feeling." he said, his voice soft but steady.

I squeezed his hand gently. "Your feelings are valid, Toya. And they're important to us. We want this to work, not just for us, but for you too."

Toya smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that made my heart swell with affection. "I want it to work too," he admitted. "I just needed to hear you say it."

Osamu leaned in, pressing a kiss to Toya's temple. "We'll make it work. All three of us."

"Y-yeah and now I guess we should talk about... logistics," began Motoya tentatively.

"Logistics?" Samu echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, like... how often we'll see each other, where we go from here. You two are married how do I fit in the picture...and well everything else too," Toya clarified, his cheeks coloring slightly.

Osamu leaned back, thinking carefully. "Yer right, we do need to figure that out. But let's not make it all technical. We can take things slow, see what feels right for everyone."

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, no need to rush into anything. We can spend time together, all three of us, and see how it evolves."

Toya takes in a deep breath and gets up standing in front of us. "Yes, I agree, but I need to know the boundaries... otherwise I feel like I'm overstepping...I-" he said, fidgeting with his ring again.

"Alright," I said, standing up as well holding his hands so he would stop fidgeting. "What do you need to clarify?" I said.

"What am I allowed and not allowed to do?"

"Yer allowed to do whatever ya want with or to us except for breaking our hearts. Does that sound fair to ya Rin?" said Osamu.

I chuckled and nodded. "Yes"

"Whatever?"

"Yes" said Osamu and I nodded.

"Okay...then you two are not allowed to break mine either..." he whispered.

"Never" I said and leaned in to kiss him again. He kissed me back and circled his arms around me smiling against my lips.

"Hey where's my kiss at?" teased Osamu from where he was sitting, manspreading on the couch. I broke the kiss and looked at him.

"Come here, both of ya" he smirked patting his thighs. I looked at Toya who flushed red one more time.

He hesitated for a moment, his blush deepening, but then he squeezed my hand and gave a small, determined nod. Together, we walked back over to Osamu, who looked up at us with a playful yet sincere expression.

"Well, what are ya waitin' for?" Osamu teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement and warmth.

With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, Toya and I sat down, each of us on one of Osamu's thighs. Osamu's arms wrapped around us both, pulling us close. The feeling of being held by him, with Toya right there, filled me with a sense of completeness I hadn't known was possible.

"This is... nice," Toya murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It is," I agreed, leaning my head against Osamu's shoulder. "Feels like home."

Osamu pressed a kiss on Toya's lips, then mine. "It does,"

°°

The first time Samu, Toya and I slept together was a few weeks after we had officially been dating. None of us had ever had a threesome before, but when the time came, it all felt natural and comfortable.

We were once again in Samu's apartment in Osaka over the weekend when Toya finally joined us in bed.

He hadn't been comfortable to come and sleep with us yet till that night. He had insisted to sleep on the couch every time he visited despite us wanting him to join us in bed, even to just cuddle.

"May I come in?" he said standing by the door. Samu and I were laying down watching a movie. We paused it and looked at him. I looked at Samu who smiled and nodded.

"Yep. Bed's big enough for all of us" I said and patted the space between Samu and I.

"I don't think that bed is actually big enough for two professional athletes and a big boy like Samu," he said but got in between us anyway.

"We'll make it work don't worry about it." I said.

Toya settled into the bed, causing it to dip slightly under his weight. He grinned sheepishly, adjusting the pillows around him as Samu reached over to playfully tousle his hair.

"So, what are we watching?" Toya asked, glancing at the paused movie on the screen.

"Something about superheroes," Samu replied, gesturing vaguely at the screen. "But I think we have better things to do now that yer finally here."

Toya chuckled, as Samu leaned over to kiss him softly.
I watched as the kiss deepened, his hand gently cupping Motoya'a face, whose initial hesitancy melted away, replaced by a soft sigh of contentment. I reached out, tracing my fingers along his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin.

When Samu finally pulled back, he turned to me, his eyes dark with desire. I didn't need any further invitation. Leaning in, I captured Toya's lips, savoring him. His hands found their way to my shoulders, pulling me closer as our kiss grew more fervent.

Beside us, Samu's hand began to roam, exploring Toya's body with a gentle but insistent touch. I felt Toya shiver under our combined attention, a low moan escaping his lips as Samu's hand slipped under his shirt.

"Wanna give this a try?" I whispered against Toya's lips, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes.

"Yes," he breathed, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Samu smiled, his hand continuing its journey over Toya's torso, eliciting another shiver. "Good," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Toya's neck. "Because we've been waiting for this."

Together, we undressed Toya, our movements slow and deliberate, ensuring he felt comfortable and cherished. As his shirt came off, I couldn't help but admire his figure and the way his skin flushed under our touch, a beautiful testament to his arousal.

"You're beautiful" I sighed.

Samu leaned in, trailing kisses down Toya's chest, his tongue flicking out to tease a sensitive nipple. Toya gasped, his hands tangling in Samu's hair as I continued to kiss him, my hand sliding down to undo his jeans.

"Let me," Toya whispered, his voice shaky but determined. He reached for my shirt, pulling it over my head with a newfound confidence. I smiled, allowing him to undress me, feeling a thrill at his touch.

Samu's hands were everywhere, exploring Toya's body with a combination of tenderness and urgency. I could feel Toya's excitement building, mirrored by my own growing desire.

When we were finally naked, the three of us tangled together on the bed, I felt a sense of rightness settle over us.

"You really are beautiful," I murmured, running my hands over Toya's chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

He smiled shyly; his eyes dark with desire. "So are you. Both of you,"

Samu caught my eye, a mischievous glint dancing in his gaze. "Rin," he murmured, his voice low and inviting. "How 'bout a little show for our boy here?"

Toya's eyes widened, a mixture of curiosity and excitement crossing his face. I grinned, feeling a spark of anticipation ignite within me.

I nodded, reaching over to kiss Toya softly before shifting to face Samu. "You up for it?" I whispered against Samu's lips.

"Always," he replied, his voice husky with desire.

Samu sat up, leaning back against the headboard as I straddled his thighs. I could feel Toya's gaze on us, his breath quickening as he watched. Samu's hands found my hips, guiding me closer until our erections brushed together, sending a shiver of pleasure through both of us.

"Enjoying the view, Toya?" Samu asked, his tone teasing but affectionate.

"Y-yeah," Toya replied, his voice shaky with anticipation.

Samu's hands roamed over my body, tracing the lines of my muscles, as I leaned in to kiss him. Our tongues tangled, the kiss deep and passionate, filled with the familiarity of countless nights together. I could feel Toya's eyes on us, his arousal palpable in the charged air of the room.

I pulled back slightly, catching Toya's gaze. "Come closer," I invited, my voice soft yet insistent.

He moved beside us, his hand reaching out tentatively to touch Samu's chest. Samu smiled, encouraging him to explore. "Don't be shy, Toya," he murmured.

As Toya's hands moved over Samu's body, I reached for the lube, preparing myself with practiced ease. Samu watched me with a hungry gaze, his desire evident in the way he licked his lips. I took my time, making sure I was ready before positioning myself over him.

Samu's hands gripped my hips as I slowly lowered myself onto him, the sensation intense and familiar. We both moaned, the sound echoing in the room, as I adjusted to the fullness. Toya's breath hitched, his eyes wide with awe and desire as he watched us.

"Fuck, Rin," he groaned, "Ya feel so good."

I began to move faster, riding him with a rhythm we had perfected over time. I turned to Toya and reached out, guiding his hand to my erection.

His touch was hesitant at first, but he quickly found a steady rhythm, his hand working in tandem with my movements. It felt heavenly, I closed my eyes and threw my head back.

The sensation of Samu inside me and Toya's hand on my erection was almost overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure that had me gasping for breath.

Samu's thrusts grew more urgent, his hips meeting mine with a force that sent waves of pleasure through us both. I felt the tension building, the familiar pressure coiling low in my belly.

"Toya," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "Kiss me."

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. The sensation pushed me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me with a force that left me trembling. I felt Samu follow, his release filling me as he moaned my name.

I collapsed against Toya; my breath ragged.

"Fuck, that was... hot," Toya murmured, his voice filled with wonder, as he wrapped his arm around my waist, supporting my weight.

He was still hard and leaking precum, desperate to be touched.

"We're not done yet," I whispered, finding some strength to lift myself off Samu, feeling his cum drip down my thigh.

Samu looked at us with desire in his eyes "We're just getting started. Now's yer turn, baby" he said.

"How do you want this, Toya?" I asked.

His breath hitched, his eyes meeting mine. "I want you both," he whispered.

"Ya have us both" said Samu getting up shifting our positions.

We positioned ourselves so that Toya was sandwiched between us, facing me. Samu's lips were on Toya's shoulder, sucking and nibbling his skin as his hand reached down forward to stroke him.

"Oh...Osamu" he moaned out.

I lowered myself, kissing my way down to his v-line, taking Toya's erection in my mouth as Samu held the base firmly in place for me, savoring him as he moaned loudly. His hands went immediately to my hair holding on to them as I began sucking.

"Shit ah-"

Samu smirked and kissed him behind his ear softly. "He's good ain't he," he whispered.

"Y-yeah...fuck yes" he said, his grip tightening on my hair.

Samu's hand came being my head and pushed me further down on Toya's dick. "Come on Rin, take him deeper. I know ya can," he teased as I gagged. I did as he said regardless until I could feel Toya's legs shake.

Samu's fingers found their way between Toya's legs, teasing his entrance gently, preparing him for what was to come.

Toya gasped, his voice filled with desperation. "Please..."

I pulled back and looked up at him "What do you need, Toya?"

"I'm close," he whispered, his eyes wide with need.

Samu reached for the lube, coating his fingers before carefully finger Toya open. I watched, my own arousal building as his's moans grew louder, his body arching into Samu's touch.

"Not yet baby, not yet," said Samu continuing to work him up with his fingers.

When Samu finally slid inside Toya, I saw a mixture of pleasure and pain cross his face, quickly replaced by pure bliss. I moved to kiss him, swallowing his moans as Samu began to move, slow and gentle at first, then building in intensity.

"He's big, I know," I teased with a smirk and Toya only nodded as broken moans escaped his lips.

"He can take it" said Samu pushing him, so he could bend down and arch his back as he kept thrusting inside him.

"I agree he can take it. How about we fill you all up, hun, you still look kinda empty to me?" I smirked and positioned myself so that Toya could take me in his mouth. His eyes were dark with desire as he wrapped his lips around it. The sensation was almost too much. Toya's mouth and Samu's movements were a fatal combination.

Toya's enthusiasm and skillful mouth brought me closer to the brink with each passing second. I could feel Samu's rhythm intensify, his thrusts growing more urgent as he pushed Toya further into me. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, an intoxicating symphony of moans and gasps.

"That's it, baby," Samu growled, his voice husky with desire. "Take us both, just like that."

"Good boy," I murmured, brushing my fingers through his hair, encouraging him to take me deeper. His eyes flickered up to meet mine, filled with a mix of lust and affection that sent a shiver down my spine.

Samu's pace increased, his grip tightening on Toya's hips as he drove deeper into him. "Fuck, Toya, yer so tight," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "Rin, I don't know how much longer I can last."

I nodded, feeling the same tension building within me. "Toya, you're doing so well," I praised, my voice husky with arousal. "Just a little longer, and we'll finish together."

Toya moaned around me, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through my body. His hands clung to my thighs, his nails digging into my skin as he neared his own climax. I could feel his body trembling, the overwhelming sensations pushing him to the edge.

With a final, deep thrust, Samu let out a guttural moan, spilling inside Toya. The sight and sound of his release triggered my own, and I couldn't hold back any longer. My hips bucked forward, releasing into Toya's mouth as he eagerly took all I had to give.

Toya's muffled moans grew louder as he came, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He pulled back, gasping for breath, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. Samu and I collapsed beside him, the three of us tangled together in a sweaty, exhausted heap.

For a moment, we lay there, our breathing heavy, the aftershocks of our pleasure still coursing through our bodies. I reached out, entwining my fingers with Toya's, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.

"That was..." Toya began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.

"Incredible," Samu finished for him, a satisfied smile on his lips. "You're incredible, Toya."

I nodded in agreement, my heart swelling with affection for both of them. "Yeah, you really are. We're so glad you took this step with us."

Toya blushed, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm glad too..."

"Let's go shower and clean up, then continue where we left off. What do you say?" Samu suggested, sitting up.

"I don't trust my legs to walk right now," sighed Toya, making me chuckle.

"I'll carry you," Samu offered, and then he picked him up effortlessly.

"God, I love you two so much," I let slip from my lips, earning a wide-eyed response from Toya, whose cheeks flushed, as if my declaration was more shocking than anything else we'd just done.

Samu smiled at me and then looked at Toya. "I love you too."

"Holy shit...," said Toya, still a bit dazed.

"Why are you surprised? Did you think we'd do this if we didn't love you?"

"No... it's just..." he began, his voice trembling as tears fell down his cheeks. "I just couldn't believe that someone could love me, let alone two amazing people like you. I guess... I still find it hard to."

Seeing him cry broke my heart. I pouted. "Stop crying, you idiot. We really love you."

"We really do. And you're amazing, Toya," Samu said, holding him even closer.

I got up and hugged them both. "Ew, cringe. We're getting emotional after sex... I swore I'd never do this. You bastard, making me break my promises," I joked, making them laugh.

"He always gets emotional after sex. Don't buy his bullshit," said Samu.

"I wasn't going to," Toya replied, drying his tears.

"Mean," I smiled.

Toya looked at us and smiled, the biggest smile I'd ever seen. "I love you too. Both of you, a lot," he said.

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Over the next few weeks, we settled into a comfortable rhythm, navigating our new dynamic with patience and understanding. Toya spent more nights at our apartment, growing increasingly comfortable with our shared space. We made a point to communicate openly, ensuring that everyone's needs and boundaries were respected.

One evening, as we were lounging on the couch after dinner, Toya broached the subject that had been lingering in the back of our minds.

"So... how do we handle this with everyone else?" he asked, his tone cautious.

"I'd say let's enjoy this in secret for a while and then we could tell the people closest to us" said Samu.

"You still haven't told Atsumu?" I asked surprised. He shook his head and bit his bottom lip.

"I don't know how the scrub will take it..."

"Are you scared he'll react badly?" asked Toya reaching out to hold his hand sensing his nervousness.

"No...I know the idiot will be supportive either way it's just...I'm not ready yet I guess" he sighed.

"It's fine we'll tell everyone when you're ready." I said and Toya nodded.

"I still haven't told Kiyo either. He's a rather judgmental person I don't think he'll take it well." said Motoya.

"I personally don't give a shit about how people will react" I said and they both stared at me.

"What?" I shrugged. "I'd go against the whole world for you two" I said and Toya blinked before flushing red and Osamu smiled.

"And that's why I love ya"

"I don't get how you can say sweet and romantic shit like that with such an indiferent looking face, Rin" sighed Toya.

I laughed and leaned in to give them both a kiss. "It's one of my many talents"

"Oh by the way we've all been invited to Hinata's wedding in Brazil" said Toya after checking his phone.

"Huh?" asked Samu and checked his own phone.

"Oh yeah he has invited us Rin. I just got the invite" he said showing me the text.

"Cool so we're going in a little vacation then" I smirked.

Toya's eyes lit up. " I've never been to Brazil."

"Same here," Samu added, leaning back into the couch. "It'll be nice to get away for a bit."

"Plus," I continued, "it'll be a good opportunity for us to spend more time together. Just the three of us, away from everything."

"True," Toya agreed, though a hint of worry crept into his expression. "But what if someone notices...you know, how we are with each other?"

I squeezed his hand reassuringly. "We'll be careful. And if anyone asks, we'll handle it. Together."

Samu nodded. "We've got each other's backs. Always."

I watched them laugh as they scrolled through photos of Brazil, excitedly planning the places they wanted to visit. My heart skipped a beat. I meant every single word I had told them. I would face the entire world if it meant seeing them this happy and carefree. I’d risk everything without hesitation, and it was an feeling I had never thought I’d experience.

Relationships had always been complicated for me, but with them, it was different. With them, it was easy—even when it wasn’t.