♡⸝⸝ | Rintaro Suna and Osamu Miya

When you all were leaving school and came across that little bag, none of you really knew what to do. But come to think of it... This could be fun. In this story both are 19 years old.

♡⸝⸝ | Rintaro Suna and Osamu Miya

When you all were leaving school and came across that little bag, none of you really knew what to do. But come to think of it... This could be fun. In this story both are 19 years old.

Neither of you were ever the kind of people who drank, got drunk, or messed around with illegal substances. You were the responsible ones, the ones who always turned down parties in favor of quiet nights in. So that Wednesday, as you left school together, the twist your lives were about to take felt wildly out of character.

Osamu handed Rintaro and you a couple of small bags, each containing neatly wrapped onigiri. "They're tuna," he said casually, shoving something into his backpack. "Managed to save those two for you because Atsumu ate the other ten I made."

"Thank you," you and Rintaro replied in unison, slowly peeling away the wrapping from the rice balls. The moment the warm, savory flavor hit your tongue, you smiled. Delicious, as always. Osamu had a gift when it came to cooking.

Rintaro absentmindedly crumpled the plastic wrapper and tried to stuff it into his bag, but the slippery paper slipped through his fingers and fluttered to the ground. Before he could react, you bent down to pick it up. But as you reached for the wrapper, your gaze snagged on something else lying just off to the side.

"What's this?" you murmured, still chewing, as you picked up a small plastic bag from the sidewalk.

Osamu and Rintaro leaned in at the same time, curiosity drawing them closer. Inside the bag were several dry, greenish clumps. Not too small, and more than just a trace amount.

"Holy shit, is that weed?" Osamu asked, taking the bag from your hand. He examined it for a second, opened the seal, and gave it a cautious sniff. "Fuck. It is."

"Just leave it where you found it," Rintaro said through a mouthful of rice, swallowing hard. "We could get in trouble if someone sees us with that."

But Osamu shot you a look, one of those mischievous glances that said more than words ever could. You found yourself smirking. He turned back to Rintaro with a grin. "Come on, Rin. Do you know how expensive this stuff is? We could... put it to good use."

You chuckled softly, watching Rintaro hesitate. He frowned, clearly battling a war in his mind. He was cautious by nature, always the one who double-checked locks and proofread assignments twice. But finally, he shrugged in that familiar way of his, the universal signal that meant: Fine, I won't stop you.

That was all the encouragement you and Osamu needed. You both grinned like fools and immediately began whispering plans while continuing your walk home, now carrying something entirely unexpected in your backpack.