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suna and osamu as your roommates

as the title says! from hetic uni classes to late night drives, living with them both is never a dull ride!

suna x osamu x gn! reader

timeskip haikyu!!, university au! roommate au! poly!

[Disclaimer! Some of the scenarios imply a poly relationship! this takes place alongside my fic Roommates? Roommates. (its linked if u wanna read it) as I couldn't fit all of the things I wanted. Can be read as a standalone or a continuation of the fic!]

cw: swearing (we classy ofc), sexual themes, a little angst, some crack, fluff

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Alright besties!

I couldn’t fit all of the headcannons/scenarios in the fic so I thought I would make a separate post

Lets gooooo

Suna and Osamu may be laid back roommates (minus the amount of making out and sex they have) but there are times where they do get aggressive

For instance, once or twice a week the men would curl up in a blanket on the couch and watch movies. The tradition didn’t stop when you moved in, but it did get harder. There were more arguments of which movie to watch, and to their dismay, tonight you chose the movie Sixteen Candles. It was alright for two to fit on the couch, but three? You figured this out on the first movie night with the men, opting to sit on the ground with your legs pulled close to your chest. Suna had looked down at you and frowned. Did you really not want to be close to them after you walked in on them making out?

Except it was quite the opposite. You wanted to get closer to them both yes, but at what cost? Both were dating each other already, you didn’t want to intrude.

“y/n, what the hell are you doing on the cold hard floor?”

“I mean it’s pretty comfy?” you shrugged and Osamu laughed.

“y/n shut up and get up here. There’s plenty of room.” you hesitated but Suna grabbed your arm and helped haul you up. You sighed and scooted to the farthest part of the couch, feeling like you were about to fall.

“y/n what the fuck?” Suna whined. “Come closer I’m cold.” You looked at Suna with wide eyes, surely he was kidding. He was already curled up against Osamu under a blanket and looked pretty warm. He pouts and grabs your wrist, pulling you closer. You squeak and are engulfed with the scents of mossy woods and coffee. Suna smiles and cuddles against you, Osamu’s arm now wrapped around your shoulder, drawing small circles.

“’m warm now.” Suna yawns and closes his eyes.

Wait what?

Osamu chuckles. “Whenever he gets sleepy he’s more cuddly and blunt. Sometimes aggressive.”

Ah……wait why the fuck is he cuddling me?!

Cuddles from a sleepy suna?! Yes pls

Being roommates with Osamu and Suna also brings in the chaos of late night adventures…mostly to get food

Because yes, getting nuggets at midnight is a must have

Osamu scrolled through his phone and groaned when he saw another food video. Dinner was over four hours ago, but his stomach grumbled in despair.

“Rinnie….”

“Hmm?”

Osamu turned to face Suna in their bed, turning his phone off and cupping his face. Suna smiles and closes his eyes at the feeling, but then opens them again and scowls.

“Spit it out Samu.”

“I want nuggets.”

That’s how you got dragged out at Midnight in Suna’s car, The Neighbourhood playing softly in the background going to McDonald’s. You rubbed your eyes and leaned your head against the window. You wore one of Osamu’s hoodies, pulling at the strings and making a bow. “Please remind me again why I’m literally third wheeling?”

“…y/n you wanted to come though?”

Oh right.

Your pockets felt empty and that’s when you realized you forgot your card at home. “So someone is gonna pay for my nuggets right?”

Plot twist: they almost didn’t buy you any.

Not only midnight McDonald’s adventures but also just driving to get away from the bustling city of Tokyo. Driving to a cliff side view of the city, the lights glimmering under the dark sky. Sometimes Osamu would bring food, a late-night snack that you’d all be eating.

The spring breeze coiled through your hair and clothes, feeling a shiver come up. You all were sitting on a blanket in Osamu’s pick-up truck, munching on Onigiri and listening to yet another one of Atsumu and Osamu’s fights in High School.

“No I swear ‘Tsumu was being dumb for no reason. He just tackled me outta nowhere like…hello?!” you laughed and both Suna and Osamu looked at you lovingly.

God you’re adorable.

You wiped tears from your eyes and took a deep breath, looking at the two men beside you. “Is there something on my face?” your hands moved around your cheeks but you felt nothing. Yet, Suna had taken one of your hands into his and used his other hand to cup your left cheek.

“Nothing love, you’re just cute.” And he pressed his lips onto yours.

Now kissing Suna and Osamu? You would never get tired of it. Scooting closer and straddling his lap, you kissed harder, opening your mouth to give Suna more access. Osamu smiled at his lovers, taking the chance to kiss both of your necks, leaving bite marks and whispers of adoration. Soon your attention was on Osamu, grasping his shirt and crashing your lips onto his. Tangling your hands in his hair. You tugged on it and he let out a small groan. Of course, Suna the photographer wouldn’t let this moment go to waste, video recording and saving it in his special folder.

Mine <3

Your relationship with them both of course wasn’t all fun and games. Before getting together, there were stolen glances, feelings of guilt, agony, sadness, unrequited love.

The feeling you got from them both was indescribable. If you had ever believed in soulmates, you had found it.

But how does one tell two men who are in a loving relationship that you love them?

You didn’t have to. Slowly, they knew.

Their full realization? How much you respected them and their boundaries….to the point you got sick.

What was a light drizzle in the afternoon became a pour of cats and dogs. You had ran out of the house in a blur, forgetting your umbrella hanging on your closet door. The lo-fi music lulled away as you fixed the pastries for tomorrow’s opening. Opting to make a strong iced coffee for the journey home.

May as well take some sweets too.

You locked the door and stood under what little shelter under the door had, contemplating whether or not to call for a ride home. The wind blew a little harder, rain pelting faster. It wasn’t that you didn’t live far from Tokyo Narita, you weren’t sure if the jacket you wore would protect you from the rain.

You opted for the latter and counted to three, the wind swiping your hoodie down as many times as you put it up. Cursing, you left it down, almost at your apartment building. You were completely drenched as you entered the house, underestimating just how much rain you could handle.

Suna and Osamu were sleeping on the couch and you smiled, turning off the t.v and placing a blanket over them both. What sweet lovebirds.

With a crack of your knuckles, you sipped your coffee and got to work on an assignment due.

­­­Your head felt foggy and you ripped the covers off feeling sweaty. You rubbed your eyes to see that it was almost eleven am. Feet touching the cold ground and in an instant your knees gave out. Your breathing became heavy and palms clammy. What was it? Food poisoning? But you recalled only eating Osamu’s leftover fried rice, surely he wouldn’t have tried to kill you?

Knock.

“y/n! Breakfast’s ready if you wanna join us.”

Your throat felt clogged with cotton, breathing became harder and standing up felt like a chore.

Another knock.

“y/n?”

You gasped loudly, trying to find words.

“uh- i-“ harder breathing, wobbly legs.

The footsteps retreated and you sighed, closing your eyes for a moment. Were you just having a panic attack?

How could I have been? I haven’t had one in years.

“y/n, Suna said you’re not answering. Are you okay? Do you want me to come in?” Osamu knocked and panic seeped in. It wasn’t that you weren’t close with the men, but just the thought of them seeing you in this state made your blood run cold.

You tried to speak, coughing and pulling yourself up on your bed, curling yourself under the covers. Make it go away, what the fuck is happening?

Osamu heard silence on the other side of the door. Saying a little ‘excuse me,’ he opened up and found you breathing hard on your side. Concerned, he sits down on the edge of your bed, shaking your shoulder to find it hotter than usual. His hand trailed up to your forehead and rested there.

“Holy shit y/n you’re burning up.” Your eyes widened and you pulled the covers closer to your chin.

“Sunarin bring some cold water and a towel!” an ‘okay’ from the distance was heard and Osamu shuffled around your room. Just what could have happened that got you sick?

A towel being thrown at his face, Osamu glared as Suna laughed, slowly dying down to see a lump on the bed, that lump being you. Suna looked at Osamu and he shrugged, grabbing the bucket of cold water and placing the towel inside it.

“y/n, how did this happen?” you coughed and turned around, sitting upwards and rubbing your eyes. Suna handed you a glass of water and you drank it greedily, sighing at the coolness running down your throat.

“Um…I forgot my umbrella yesterday and ran home?”

They both looked at you confused. “But why? We were at home, Suna or I could have picked you up if you asked.”

You shook your head and waved your arms around. “No no it’s fine! I didn’t want to disturb you both.” You looked down and picked at your comforter. “It’s my fault anyways. I was in a rush and forgot it. I thought the rain wouldn’t be so bad.” You coughed.

“y/n I’m just going to say it outright. You’re dumb. I mean who in their right mind wouldn’t at least try to call someone to drop them home. Or even a cab for fucks sake.” Osamu glared at the water bucket and Suna rubbed his back soothingly.

Oh.

You bit your lip. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to be a bother or make you go out in the rain when it wasn’t necessary to. I wasn’t thinking straight, we don’t live far from the café anyways so I thought I could run home.”

Osamu sighed and Suna smiled softly, ruffling your hair. “We understand y/n, but you’re never a burden to us.” We care for you. “Next time it happens, just call us okay?” Suna cupped your cheek and you almost leaned into the touch but stopped yourself.

They’re happily together.

I’m just a burden to them.

You nodded those thoughts away, Osamu instructing you to lay down to place the cool towel on your forehead.

That afternoon, you slept the whole day, waking when they brought you soup and medicine. Almost falling into a deep slumber, you swore you felt lips touching your cheeks. Almost as if….they knew. They knew that you loved them.

You slept with that thought in mind, your brain coming up with too much what ifs that ended with love and affection.

You’re not a burden to us. We love you too much for that.

Them taking care of you when you’re sick? Yes please

Like while you are sleeping Suna and Osamu would stay in your room on either side of the bed just watching you, possibly falling asleep on their knees

Also feeling guilty because they didn’t even bother to check up on you at the café

So after that incident, to make it up to you, Suna had asked Akaashi for your schedule and some days either one would wait for you to close

Sometimes bringing you nuggets

Okay so um…next headcannon?

The awkward meeting of accidently walking in on them making out never left your mind at night, but something stirred in your stomach everytime you thought about it

Truth is, you wanted to stay near the door longer, to see them kissing like their last. Each gripping each other’s hair or their hands rubbing on their sides. Somehow it flustered you, thinking thoughts of how it would have gone further. How Suna’s whines sent shivers down your spine as Osamu would leave marks on his neck and shoulders

Yet, that thought slowly turned into reality

You unlocked the door, mumbling a quick ‘I’m home’. The two men turned their heads and practically ran towards you, engulfing you in hugs.

“y/n we missed you!” Osamu laughed and Suna hit him.

“Oi it’s literally been only thirty minutes.”

“But thirty minutes is so long when you’re waiting for food and boba.” You chuckled and sat down on the couch, laying out the food and three drinks.

Your favorite boba, Suna’s taro milk tea, and Osamu’s honey milk tea.

It was monthly movie night, opting to watch the Transformers movies much to Osamu’s dismay.

“But Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is way better.” He argued before you and Suna each grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it.

With the food now long gone, you were curled up in a blanket. The two men opted to share one, Suna cradling Osamu running his hand all over Osamu’s arm. Somehow, the couch felt smaller than ever. You could feel the heat radiating off them both, sometimes trying to adjust yourself and slightly grazing Osamu’s hand. You were sure Osamu or Suna noticed, but neither commented. You tried to focus on your breathing and the movie before you, the sight of bumblebee making you feel better, but not until you heard shuffling.

Turns out, Suna had an idea. Damn him and his observation skills, he knew how uncomfortable you felt, trying to put as much space as you could between them. As Osamu was engulfed in the movie, Suna leaned closer to him and started kissing his hair, down to his ear. Tugging and nibbling on it. Osamu slightly groaned and looked at Suna, rolling his eyes as Suna leaned in, connecting their lips.

It wasn’t like you weren’t aware, you just tried to avoid it. But the more you did, the more the kisses sounded louder. You snuck a glance at the men, flustered.

They really had to do it here?!

You coughed as Osamu kissed down Suna’s neck, sucking and biting marks.

“Um…I’m still here you know.”

Osamu stifled a laugh on Suna’s neck, Suna looking at you with the most neutral face he could muster.

“And you could join us, you know.” You choked on your drink as Suna smirked, Osamu full on laughing now. Yet he didn’t stop his assault on Suna’s neck, looking back at you and beginning to take off Suna’s shirt.

“Osamu what the fuck!” you laughed and fell off the couch trying to scoot away. Both men shrugged and continued making out on the couch, shirts off showing previous bite and scratch marks on Osamu’s back. You blushed and scrambled to get up, slamming your room door.

Idiots! You plopped face first onto your pillow and yelled. Turning around you stared at the ceiling, recalling the moments prior.

Why would they do that? Are they trying to spite me? To show that I’m single and missing out!?You felt a twinge of jealousy seeing those scratch marks on Osamu, covering your face with your hands.

Suna and Osamu on the other hand laughed at your reaction, snuggling closer to each other again. Osamu realized why Suna did what he did, seeing how you gripped the blanket tighter while trying to focus on the movie. It was cute seeing you hold back, but both were tired of waiting.

They wanted you, bad.

Once you were in a relationship with them, the kisses never stopped. They loved hearing the sounds you made when they pressed into your sweet spot, the shivers and your back arching off the bed or couch

Hell, the wall was an option at this point

These headcannons are so out of order I swear I’m so sorry

But your dynamic with both Suna and Osamu was amazing

You three clicked so easily, slowly getting around each other’s routines

Osamu was studying business and Suna was studying Kinesiology

A glance at their schedules:

Suna had classes everyday except Fridays, he took the ones in the afternoon that ended at five or six

Osamu had classes in the morning, loved chatting with his professors at eight in the morning about ideas for marketing a restaurant

And you? A tired uni student of course, your schedule was a mess at times with work

Your sleep schedule wasn’t stable either, sometimes not catching sleep until four in the morning.

You tossed and turned, stomach rolling with nerves. After a closing shift at Tokyo Narita, you showered and dived into your books. Your test was on Wednesday, and it was safe to say you were behind, missing test review due to shutting off your alarm instead of waking up. Trying to cram definitions and research papers hurt your brain, opting to retire to bed.

That was where you were now, phone bright as you checked the time.

Four am.

You sighed. Falling asleep was no use. Crawling out of your sheets, you grabbed some papers and shuffled into the kitchen, trying to make tea with as little noise as possible. Reading into a paper of the effects of gender in media, you didn’t notice the shared bedroom’s door opening.

“y/n?” you jumped a little in your seat at the dining table, craning your head to see Osamu wrapped up in a blanket.

“Samu, I’m so sorry did I wake you?”

He rubbed his eyes and shook his head. “Yer fine, but why are you up at,” his eyes widened when he saw the time on the stove “four am?”

You shrugged, sipping more tea and rubbing your eyes. “I uh missed a class and need to cram for the exam coming up in a day.” Osamu took a seat next to you and saw your scattered papers highlighted with little notes. He looked at you skimming through where you left off, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion and sighing in frustration. You leaned your head on Osamu’s shoulder and immediately combed his fingers in your hair gently.

You sniffled at the feeling, feeling your vision getting blurry and tears falling down on your cheeks.

“Osamu….I’m tired. I’m tired of everything, what am I doing wrong? You and Rin have your life together and look at me. I’m a mess, I missed a class because I didn’t wake up on time and my sleep schedule is fucked.” You took a shaky breath and Osamu pulled you in closer.

“Doll,” he whispered and you cried harder, gripping his shirt as days of stress, frustration, complaints flowed from your eyes. You didn’t realize what was happening until Osamu lifted your legs and carried you to the shared bedroom, your notes and tea abandoned. He placed you on the bed in between both him and Suna, who was stirring and blinking around.

“y/n?” you sighed and wiped your eyes and Suna smiled softly.

Truth was, both men noticed how you were slowly crumbling. It seemed everyday you looked more tired, hearing more stories of customer complaints directed at you and your supposed lack of work ethic. They both knew you tried your best, but with final exams coming up as well they knew you had a lot on your plate.

Suna pulled you closer to his chest and Osamu snuggled behind you, arms wrapping around you and Suna.

“You’re doing well love, don’t overwork yourself.” Suna kissed the top of your head and all three of you fell into a deep slumber, but not without one tingling thought.

Do friends do this? Snuggle you to sleep with no intention of letting go?

Sleeping in between Osamu and Suna? Yes pls

Honestly, living with them both was calm and hectic at the same time

At times you had Atsumu, Osamu’s twin pop in to steal food

One time he walked in on you and Suna kissing and he about yelled that he was going to tell Osamu except he never got the chance to

Osamu smacked him and explained all three of you were dating

Bokuto and Kuroo were so for this idea, wiggling their eyebrows suggestively when either man had put their hands on you

“For fucks sake the both of you can you quit it?”

Omg imagine Bokuto and Kuroo inviting a group of you to go out clubbing

And you pulled out eyeliner to put on the two men

And sheesh you all were late, not only decorated with the prettiest eyeliner but with the darkest marks on your necks

But even in the club all three of you never let go, dancing and hands everywhere

Letting loose for one day wasn’t bad

Until Osamu went against Bokuto in who could drink the most shots

That was his biggest regret, but it was forever recorded thanks to Suna

Cue drunk Osamu blowing kisses to his lovers and knocking out on the table

Yea um we don’t know how much he drank

BUT ANYWAYS

Being roommates with Suna and Osamu would be a dream

Osamu being a god and cooking almost everyday

Both are not messy people thankfully, but sometimes would leave a sock here and there

Or other clothing articles

Leading to their room

BUT

Were also respectful, giving you space when needed, helped with assignments and studying whenever they could

Both knocking on your door holding food and your favorite drink

You all became comfortable enough to hang out in each other’s rooms

Suna and Osamu would read whatever interested them on your bookshelf while you studied, looking back at them to ask if they were okay

“yes we’re fine go back to studying.”

Humor wise, you all were the same? At least all of you understood vine recites and tiktok sounds

“BAKI BAKI NI ORE-“ “Y/N STFU”

When you all had free time, there was of course the monthly movie nights and late night drives

But also the late night skateboarding adventures

Yes I’m headcannoning that Suna rides a skateboard and taught you and Osamu

Gripping onto his hands as you balanced yourself

Howling in laughter as Osamu fell for the fifth time

Suna recording it ofc

Other days would be lying down on a picnic blanket with the stars and dark nights

Trying to see which constellations you knew off the top of your head

“I see the little dipper.”

“y/n doll all I see are scatters of stars.”

Not only in the sky, but in each of their eyes held stars too

You lifted your arm up and Osamu grabbed it, peppering little kisses on your hand

“Mine.” Both Suna and Osamu said as they held your hands, smiling

And they were yours

A/N: i was gonna post this after my final paper was due but i got impatient LOL so pls enjoy while i suffer with my last week of spring sem!

as always, likes and reblogs are appreciated! asks too hehe

take care and love you!

tags: @babyworld , @bakuhoes-dumbass , @ebiharachan

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[hcneymilkks]

head empty only thoughts of boyfriend suna

late night car rides

combing your fingers through his hair

headpats

locked pinkies

forehead kisses

those couple photos that don't show the faces (idk how to call them but it's an aesthetic)

movie nights

skateboarding

recording you 24/7 especially during funny moments

OKAY BUT NOT TO BE NSFW BUT he would literally praise you while he rails you

kisses literally everywhere

trust me he would literally rail you and devour you like his last meal

ADD IN OSAMU INTO THE MIX YES PLEASE

i am still pushing the sunaosa × reader poly ship ty

[hcneymilkks]

suna rintaro university arc !

You can argue with me but I feel like Suna would call his messiness an "aesthetic." I mean messy room, out of control sleep schedule, any form of caffeine (coffee, bubble tea, matcha, Red Bull, Monster) in his hands at all times. Could be one type or multiple types of drinks a day. Anything to keep his mind running.

Suna feeling stressed? He ignores all symptoms and forces himself to finish assignments. Looks emotionless but deep inside he has actually internalized all feelings, especially with the lack of crying.

Causal routine of attending classes, studying, finishing assignments trying to get some sleep.

Moving to online classes; the routine of being cooped up inside of his room has slowly made him crumble.

All he can do is internally scream because he's behind on like 47 assignments.

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AHAHAH someone help

at this point i've been so inactive because of uni like i barely have time to actually write any fics. i feel so overwhelmed yet calm and that's how i know i've reached my breaking point lol.

at this point i'm so close to just shitposting haikyu headcannons especially ones that revolve around university. so please let me know if you all wanna see some AHAHA.