#and osamu had a bit of a drinking problem that led to arguments

[osamusbigtits]

osamu took a long hit from his quickly dwindling cigarette. he stared at the old contact in his phone, one he hadn't used in months. had it been years at that point? it had to be.

he pressed the call button and pressed his phone to his ear.

another hit as the phone rang. he stubbed out the cigarette right before he got an answer.

"osamu?" suna asked. osamu couldn't believe he answered.

he thought about lighting another cigarette.

"sorry to bother you," osamu said. his heart raced, he couldn't tell if it was the nicotine cravings or the voice on the other end of the phone.

"are you drinking?" his voice turned harsh. osamu didn't blame him.

"no. uh, that's actually why I'm calling you." osamu breathed out. "tsumu's not talking to me and I just... I need someone."

suna's silence made osamu regret calling. made his heart race and his cheeks heat up.

it made him want a drink.

"okay," suna said softly. "so you, uh. you quit drinking?"

osamu breathed out. his hand went to his pack of cigarettes. he decided not to light one. "yeah. uh, probably about 3 months ago." it had been exactly 56 days. each one was more painful than the last. but suna didn't know that. "mama and tsumu sat me down. told me I had a problem." suna hummed to show he was listening. "I thought tsumu would have told you."

"he only talks about your restaurant." suna's voice was still quiet. it made osamu wonder if he was with someone. did osamu interrupt something. "he said that, uh, you would tell me everything else going on one day."

osamu scoffed. "yeah, that sounds like him."

silence. again. osamu nibbled his bottom lip. deciding to quit drinking and smoking at the same time was the worst decision.

"you've been doing good in your games," osamu said. if only to distract himself. he wandered into his kitchen to grab a toothpick to chew on.

"thanks. we're not winning many games, though," suna sighed. "our captain retiring half way through the season because of the knee injury doesn't help."

"there's always next year," osamu said and took a seat at his kitchen table.

suna paused. "I don't think so."

osamu frowned. "why not?"

a deep sigh. "I'm sore. all the time, osamu." osamu shivered at his name. "it takes me longer and longer to recover after games. I'm retiring after this season."

"oh. I'm sorry."

"no, you didn't know. it's fine."

silence again. osamu tapped his finger on the table. "what are you planning to do after?"

"I'm not entirely sure yet. I know I'm gonna take a year off. just to relax and go to a physical therapist. I've already started some sessions." suna sighed. "after that? I have no clue."

"you could always come work at the restaurant," osamu said without thought. and then realization sunk in. "I just- I meant. you were a natural when you helped out when I first opened. and the help would be appreciated. you don't have to. obviously. and it'd be awkward, probably. anyway. sorry, I just, wow-"

"I appreciate the offer, osamu," suna said.

"sorry."

suna hummed. "thank you for calling me."

osamu's heart sped up. "really?"

"yeah. it was nice catching up with you. call me again sometime, yeah? anytime you need a distraction," suna's voice shook. osamu recognized the nerves, like suna thought he must be overstepping.

"yeah. I will. good night, rin."

"good night."

osamu felt lighter as he hung up the phone. the cravings for a drink had subsided. the headache from needing a cigarette had yet to pass.

he felt better, however. he missed suna. he had destroyed their relationship. still, it was nice to know suna had no hard feelings over it.