#( i have not done an ooc dash game in a hot minute lol )
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FUN Â OOC Â STUFF.
name alias: Â Â czarina.
nickname/s: Â Â [redacted]
height:   5â˛1 and a half
nationality:Â Â Â filipino
favourite fruit(s): Â Â mangoes, grapes, and pineapples my beloved
favourite season: Â Â there are only two seasons in this country so i guess i;m gonna say the rainy season because the dry seasonâs just too hot
favourite scents: Â Â mint
favourite animals: Â Â dogs, alpacas, goats/sheep
tea, coffee, hot cocoa: Â Â none, i mainly just drink water !
average hours of sleep: Â Â maybe like. a 6-7 average?
when my blog was created: Â Â late november of 2021
random fact: Â Â i was once talking to my friend about how a bird pooped on me while we were walking outside once and literally a few seconds later, i got hit by bird poop :) i now know not to ever talk about that outdoors ever again
favourite food: Â Â seafood!!!
favourite t.v. shows: Â Â modern family, new girl, dark, derry girls, lost in space, degrassi
favourite movie: Â Â i never have just one to say for this, but off the top of my head: 10 things i hate about you
favourite vine:   honestly the vine era *was* my era as a teenager but i never really got into it?? i never downloaded the app and had an account so all i knew were the ones that made it to twitter or saw from my friends lmao. i guess iâd have to say the âwelcome to chiliâsâ one cause itâs the only one i remember
sexuality: Â Â i am a Pan Princess
pronouns: Â Â she/her
favourite book(s):Â Â Â the night circus by erin morgenstern, the secret history by donna tartt, war and peace by leo tolstoy
favourite video game(s): Â Â insomniacâs spider-man !!!! and pokemon i guess but i only ever played it on my gameboy and subsequently my ds so idk if that counts ...
favourite band(s): Â Â haim
favourite subject: Â Â english, or maybe history. ironically i am a biology major
guys or girls:Â Â Â guys and girls !
last time i cried: Â Â today because . College
what i should be doing: Â Â studying kjhgsdfg
favourite fandom: Â Â the broadway rpc has the most special place in my heart, thereâs never more than 10 of us at the same time so itâs too small and inactive for drama to ever happen like in the mega-fandoms of marvel or asoiaf/got. the lost in space fandom is also very <3
TAGGED BY:Â Â Â nope !
TAGGING: Â Â everyone !!!
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ouu yes ive been so obsessed with them (osasuna) recently and thereâs barely any fics for them in this department lol i wanted to see something like suna coming to school sick with the stomach flu or something and osamu taking him home to take care of him (i feel like itâs ooc for suna to go to go school if heâs not feeling well so itâd probably be one of those where it gets progressively worse throughout the day) sorry if this is too long haha
Okay!! Thank you for this request. Sorry it took so long. Honestly, I had a lot of fun with this and it ended up being so long, that Iâm gonna post it in 2 parts!!
You can totally read either as a stand alone though. Part 2 should be up soon :)
Suna and I have the same birthday, so I actually kinda put a lot of myself into him in this one since we share a star sign lmao. I hope itâs not too ooc for either of them. Itâs my first time writing sunaosa!
Sick at School: a SunaOsa fic
Pair: Sick Suna, Caretaker Osamu
Word Count: 3,024
Warnings: vomit & swearing & soft cuddles
Part 2 Here
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Suna was confused.
There was a strange gnawing in his gut that wasnât there when he woke up this morning. In fact, when he woke up this morning, he felt perfectly fine. Maybe he was a little more tired than usual, but he didnât sleep all that well, so he brushed it off and got ready for school.
But now, he was sitting in class, his eyes burning as he tried to stay awake. It was only Monday and only the second class of the day, but he felt like heâd been at school for days already. On top of the grumbly feeling in his stomach, his brain was muddled, so paying attention to whatever his teacher was saying was taking every bit of energy he could scrounge up.
It didnât make sense. He slept his eight hours (even if it wasnât the best sleep), he ate a good breakfast, he was hydrated, there werenât any tests or games coming up to make him anxious at all. So the unsteady, uncomfortable, unusual feelings he currently felt simply did not make a single bit of logical, rational sense.
And because they didnât make senseâbecause there was no rational reason for him to feel that wayâhe ignored it.
Ignoring it proved to be more difficult than he anticipated as the fog in his brain solidified into a consistent pounding and the gnawing in his stomach started to feel more like his stomach acid was boiling. The sun shining on him through the window didnât help any, and he started to feel rather warm. By his fourth class, occasional cramps rolled through his body, forcing him to tense every muscle in his body to keep from wincing.
When the teacher finally released them for lunch, Suna folded his arms on his desk and hid his face in the crook of his elbow, ready to take a nap. Within three seconds, he heard the chair in front of him scrape the ground, grating on his ears, and felt his desk shake as someone sat down. He adjusted his head and peeked over his arm to find Osamu staring down at him, his usual bored look gracing his features.
âYer sick, Sunarin,â he deadpanned and took a bite of his sandwich. Suna blinked at him several times.
Sick? Was that why he felt so weird? But he wasnât sick this morning. There was no way he would have come to school if he felt bad.
Still, it would explain why he slept poorly. It must be a fast acting bug.
âI guess so,â he mumbled and buried his face in his elbow again.
âHmmm,â Osamu mumbled. They were quiet for a minute or two before Osamu spoke again.
âWanna go to the infirmary?â he asked, his mouth full.
Suna looked up at him again and sighed before sitting up. The world spun around for a brief second and he closed his eyes until the feeling went away. When it righted itself once more, his stomach was hurting worse than before.
âHowâd you know anyway?â he asked and rested his chin in his hand.
âYouâve been lookinâ bad all morninâ. Wasnât hard to tell.â Osamu shrugged. His sandwich was gone and he started making his way through the onigiri he most likely made himself. The fact that Osamu could tell he wasnât feeling well from across the room made Suna blush. Or maybe he had a fever?
âPlus,â Osamu continued, âTsumuâs home right now with a pretty nasty stomach bug. Threw up all over his bed last night.â He scrunched up his nose cutely, probably remembering the disastrous scene from the night before. Atsumu was never good at being a sick person. Or an injured person. Or a person at all, really.
âWouldnât be all that surprising if ya caught it from him since ya slept over at our place last weekend.â
Suna nodded in agreement.
âWhat about you?â he asked. Osamu shrugged again.
âIâll probably be spewinâ my guts out by Thursday. Usually how it goes. One of us catches something then the other is sick within the week. Weâve only been sick at the same time a handful oâ times.â
âMmmm,â Suna nodded and put his head down once more. It was suddenly very difficult to hold his head up.
âInfirmary?â Osamu asked again. Suna shook his head.
âCanât move,â he whined before he could stop himself. Osamu looked at him with wide eyes.
âW-well, Iâll help ya out, dumbass,â he stuttered and Suna returned the wide eyed look.
âUh, sure. But finish your lunch first. I can wait. You should eat. Wake me up when youâre done,â he said and closed his eyes.
âAlright. Lemme know if we need to go sooner thoughâŚâ Osamu said hesitantly and Suna tried to ignore the implication behind the phrase.
Just because Atsumu had a stomach bug didnât mean that Suna did too. He wouldnât throw up at school. The increasing nausea absolutely had to be related to the growing migraine that slammed away at his head. He definitely would not throw up at school.
Before he started overthinking himself into a downward spiral, Osamu placed a hand in his hair. Suna was tense at first, but then Osamu started gently scratching his scalp and he immediately relaxed. He was a little embarrassed, honestly. Not because this was unusual though.
Osamu knew it helped Suna with his frequent headaches, so Suna was sure he somehow knew about the incoming migraine. It was just that this was usually something Osamu did for him in much more private settings. Heâd do it on the bus on the way back from away games, or in one of their rooms after school or during a sleepover. To be so affectionate in the middle of their classroom was unheard of and if Suna wasnât feeling so poorly, heâd probably smack Osamuâs hand away.
âYa got a slight fever there, Sunarin,â Osamu whispered gently.
âMmmm.â
âOkay. Iâll let ya know when Iâm done eatinâ.â
âMmmm.â
Within a few seconds, Suna felt himself drift off.
When he woke up again, it wasnât because of Osamu.
A violent cramp rolled through his gut and he shot up in his seat, ignoring the startled looks of his classmates. The cramp passed quickly, but left behind a foreboding feeling of nausea so intense it left him paralyzed and glued to his seat.
A second later, he noticed that Osamu was nowhere to be found and his anxiety increased. The situation was becoming increasingly urgent and there was no way in hell he could move or speak without throwing up all over his desk.
His chest tightened and he swallowed back a gag. He needed help. He needed Osamu.
âSuna-kun?â a girl from his class touched his shoulder and he flinched. She withdrew her hand.
âO-osamuââ he forced out and she nodded urgently and ran away and out the door. Less than a minute later, she came back, Osamu hot on her heels. She pointed to Suna and Osamu nodded before rushing over and stood in front of him.
âSunarin?â he tried and Suna shook his head.
âAre ya gonnaââ Suna nodded before Osamu could finish his question. The eyes of all of his classmates burned Sunaâs already flushed cheeks and as if to let everyone know what was going on, a gag forced itself through his body painfully and he leaned over his desk. He brought the back of his hand up to his mouth and whimpered.
âCan someone bring me a trash can, maybe?â Osamu snapped at their peers. The girl from before nodded and dashed to the corner of the room and dragged the trash can over to Sunaâs desk.
Everyone froze again and stared with scared eyes at the situation unfolding. Suna shook with effort, trying to stop the inevitable. He really really didnât want everyone to watch him throw up.
Thankfully, Osamu had his back.
âLeave?!â He shouted and everyone ran out of the room.
âIâll bring the nurse, Osamu-kun,â the same girl said and Osamu nodded, but his eyes were focused only on Suna. Theyâd have to remember to thank that girl later.
âIâm sorry, Rintaro. I finished my lunch and you were sleepinâ so peaceful I thought I had time to go to the bathroom before I took ya to the infirmary,â Osamu apologized and cupped Sunaâs face in his hands. His voice was much softer than a second ago. It was the voice reserved for those quiet nights that they spent chatting before they fell asleep. Or on the team bus early in the morning when everyone else was still too groggy to pay attention to them. And it comforted Suna in ways he couldnât comprehend.
âI feel sick, S-samu,â Suna forced through gritted teeth. The swirling in his stomach grew more insistent by the second and he knew it was only a matter of time before he was leaning over the trash can.
âI know, Rin. Iâm sorry. Itâs okay. Iâve got ya,â Osamu smiled softly at him and brushed his hair back. He frowned when Suna unconsciously leaned into his cold hands.
âFever got higher,â he mumbled. Suna gagged again.
âAlright, câmon,â he said and circled around the desk behind Suna. Osamu gently grabbed his trembling shoulders and positioned him over the trash can. Peopleâs leftovers from lunch filled about half the bin and the smell of all the different foods made Suna dizzy.
âRin, ya gotta relax,â Osamu sighed and forcefully rubbed between Sunaâs shoulder blades.
âN-no,â Suna said stubbornly.
âYer an idiot.â
âY-yeah.â
âItâs gonna feel worse if ya donât just let it happen,â Osamu tried. Suna shook his head.
âAlright well, be mad at me later, then,â Osamu muttered. Suna was about to turn and look at him questioningly, but Osamu wrapped a hand around Sunaâs front and placed it on his stomach. Even the minimal contact forced a wretch that left Suna reeling.
âD-donât,â he tried, but the request was punctuated by a painful hiccup.
âIâm sorry. Canât do that,â Osamu responded before starting to rub up and down on Sunaâs stomach quickly. The motion shook the contents nauseatingly and Suna couldnât stop the watery burp that followed. He shook his head, eyes squeezed shut tightly.
Osamu didnât relent. He started patting Sunaâs back with the other hand, forcing belch after belch. The conflicting motions wreaked havoc on Sunaâs already chaotic stomach.
They stayed like that for what felt like forever, before Suna grabbed Osamauâs wrist tightly.
âS-stopâhurrk. P-please, Samu. No m-morâhic,â Suna begged. All of his limbs felt like they were about a thousand pounds and he shivered, cold despite the sun beating down on his back.
âItâs okay, Rin. I got ya,â Osamu muttered. He pried Sunaâs sweaty hand off his wrist and replaced it with his hand. Suna squeezed hard when a wet belch jolted his body. His other hand grabbed the rim of the trash can in a white-knuckled grip. Osamu used his free hand to rub gently between Sunaâs shoulder blades again.
Suna squeezed his eyes shut when he wretched. His throat felt tight and he tried to swallow the accumulating saliva in his mouth, only for it to come back up with a noisy gag. He opted to just drop his mouth open and let the spit fall into the trash can disgustingly.
âS-Samuââ he tried but was interrupted by a guttural, wet, burp that left his head spinning. Two seconds later, he wretched and a weak stream vomit dribbled out of his mouth. It burned his throat and coated his mouth. The disgusting taste left him more nauseous than he thought possible and a belch gurgled in the back of his throat. He heaved, but nothing else came up.
âAh, Rin, Iâm so sorry. Please donât cry,â Osamu shushed him. Suna didnât even realize he was crying.
He continued heaving for what must have been an eternity before another painful gag jolted him forward and brought with it a torrent of pale vomit into the trash can. At least he didnât have to see everyoneâs discarded lunch anymore. Not that his new view was much prettier.
âThere ya, go Sunarin,â Osamu soothed. Suna sputtered and coughed, trying to catch his breath. His body was relentless though, and before he felt like he had sufficient oxygen, he was lurching forward with more forceful vomit pouring out of his mouth.
Sunaâs body didnât let up. It was stuck in a seemingly endless cycle of gasping breaths abruptly interrupted by a fountain of vomit forcing its way out. Eventually, he was just left heaving over the trash can, his stomach trying but failing to expel whatever might be left. Anxiety crawled up his spine and the room spun. He wanted to breathe, he really did. He just couldnât.
âFuck, Rin, breathe. Please,â Osamu demanded and his voice shattered through Sunaâs panic. He nodded and closed his eyes to try and collect himself. He inhaled through his nose and exhaled heavily through his mouth. A minute or two of that, and he was able to take in his surroundings again.
At some point, Osamu wrapped an arm around Sunaâs chest because apparently, his own arms gave out at some point and hung limply at his sides. He spit the residual nastiness out of his mouth and squinted up at Osamu.
âCan we leave?â he asked plainly. Osamu stared at him owlishly and then chuckled.
âItâs the middle of the day Rin, I canât justââ
âPlease?â he all but begged and grabbed Osamuâs arm. Osamu hesitated for the briefest of seconds before relenting with a heavy breath.
âYeah. Yeah, âcourse. Want me to call yer mom?â Osamu responded. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped off Sunaâs face. Suna shook his head.
âIs it too much to ask if I can stay with you? I donât want to risk giving this to my little sister and grandma.â His voice was quieter than he wanted, but he was wiped out. He cleared his throat and spit in the trash can. He was fading fast. All he wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep whatever bug this was off.
âYeah okay. Iâll ask my Ma. Shouldnât be too much of an issue since Tsumuâs sick too.â Osamu pulled out his phone and massaged Sunaâs scalp. It felt so good that he leaned over and buried his face in Osamuâs stomach. If he wasnât careful, heâd fall asleep here. Hopefully Osamuâs mom would be okay with it and come quickly.
âMa, can you come pick me andâ no Iâm not sickâ well, if youâd just let me talk ya crazyâMa I do have a good reason to be callâ would ya stop talkinâyer damn right Iâm being disrespectfuâMa!â As Osamu argued with his mother over the phone (it was nothing new) Suna took inventory of his body.
There was no denying he was sick. That much was obvious. His head was pounding and his stomach still rolled and swirled uncomfortably. Shivers danced up and down his body, exacerbated by the sweat that coated his skin. He was sure that he had a fever. All of his limbs weighed him down and he didnât think he had any sort of energy to move them. It was taking all he had to stay awake right now.
âOsamu-san!â The girl from before returned, the school nurse right behind her.
âSuna Rintaro, you poor boy. Caught that bug going around, I see,â he heard the nurse and pulled his face away from Osamuâs body. Blinking a few times to clear his blurry vision, he sniffed and stared at the old lady in front of him.
She stuck a thermometer in his mouth without saying a word and pulled a water bottle out from her coat pocket. While they were waiting for his temperature, Suna glanced at Osamu, who was now leaning against the desk behind Sunaâs. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, his other still holding the phone to his ear as he continued listening to his mother rant.
Without thinking, Suna reached over and grabbed a hold of Samuâs shirt with one hand. Osamu looked down in surprise before his face softened and he put a hand on Sunaâs shoulder.
The thermometer beeped and Suna winced.
â38.7,â the nurse read and pursed her lips. She pulled out some medicine from her lab coat and gave some to Suna. He grimaced. Even in his hazy state, he knew putting something in his stomach wouldnât go over well.
âSuna-kun, you need to get that fever of yourâs down. I know itâs not ideal, but please try.â Suna turned his head away. She sighed.
âOkay, but make sure you take something at home. Does someone need to call your mother?â Before Suna could answer, Osamu interrupted.
âIâll take him maâam,â he said, apparently off the phone with his mother.
âOsamu-kun, donât you be thinking you can just skip out on school,â she warned.
âI would never,â Osamu charmed, âI think itâs the smartest move, ya see. Atsumu is at home with the same illness right now and so thereâs no way I ainât carrying the germs for it. Wouldnât it be safest if I go home too? Before I infect anyone else. And I can take Sunarin with me.â
The nurse gave him a skeptical look, but then glanced over at Suna. She noticed his grip on Osamuâs shirt and the formerâs hand firmly on Sunaâs back. It mustâve made Suna look pretty pathetic because she relented almost immediately.
âOh fine, fine. Does someone need to call your mom?â
âNo, maâam. Just got off the phone with her. Sheâll be here soon. Said sheâs got no problem taking Sunarin in âtil heâs all better.â He squeezed Sunaâs shoulder and Suna relaxed knowing he wasnât at risk of infecting his little sister or aging grandmother. He sighed and smiled gratefully at Osamu.
It was comforting to know that Osamu was going to be looking after him. Because, if the swirling in his stomach told him anything, he was in for a really long night.
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