Thread by @erisabesu3

#osahinaweek, osamu x hinata, blind date setup, side: sakuatsu

osamu ends the call with his twin, and collapses into his office chair, sighing in defeat. atsumu and sakusa have been pestering him to go on a blind date with some mysterious friend of theirs for a while.

osamu's pissed that he caved. he's had three hookups just this week, so why the heck would he need his brother's help setting up a date? but ever since atsumu got serious with sakusa he's gotten even more annoying and osamu may have underestimated their combined powers of attack.

"trust us!" atsumu had said. "he can eat like no one i've ever seen, so yer gonna fall right in love!"

while sakusa's tactic was to stab him right in the jugular. "you're not getting any younger, osamu. time's running out."

osamu just couldn't take it anymore, and agreed

under extreme duress to meet this mystery guy one time, but that's it. because knowing his brother, this whole thing is bound to be a complete disaster.

osamu's phone buzzes with a text from his brother with the date and time, and a map with the address for the blind date.

osamu bites his lip, then sighs again and closes up his office for the night.

the company won't matter as long as there's some good grub, so maybe a date with a stranger won't be the worst way he could spend a thursday night.

//

after practice, hinata tugs on his hair in frustration, and flops on his bed. whyyyyy couldn't he have come up with some excuse?!

but there they were looming over him in the locker room, atsumu with his puppy eyes and sakusa with those sparkles, so /sure/ they knew just the

perfect person to set hinata up with, and they had the perfect place already picked out and so what did he think?

"uhhhhhh....?" hinata's mind was spinning - what the heck? where did they even get such a crazy idea?

people were /always/ trying to set hinata up with their friends and colleagues. daichi-san and one of the rookies on the police force, kuroo-san and a junior sports agent who had a crush on ninja shouyou, even his sister natsu had tried to set him up with her volleyball coach!

it's flattering, in a way, and hinata's grateful that they're all thinking of him, of course, but what they may not realize is that he's just happy playing volleyball, simple as that.

/well/... also that he can pretty much hookup with whoever he wants, whenever he wants.

so he's not exactly suffering for company, and really doesn't need anyone interfering.

he's been with msby a year now and thought he'd escaped notice of any wannabe matchmakers - but now this!

his two closest pals!

what a betrayal!

"just meet 'im once!" atsumu persuades, hovering over hinata. "his favorite thing is food, and yer appetite is infamous - yer a perfect match!"

"umm-!" hinata tries to respectfully decline, but then sakusa leans in too.

"listen, hinata. dating is a skill learned through

practice. when was the last time you practiced how to go on a proper date?"

hearing that /stung/. because he couldn't really argue that hookups were different than dates, nor could he argue that it may have been a few months... okay years since he went on a real, actual date.

it was kind of a challenge, actually, the way sakusa said it, and so hinata found himself gritting his teeth and agreeing to the blind date just to prove that yes, he could do anything, even date, and it wasn't scary or weird at all.

but now he's regretting, because atsumu just

texted him the time and place for this thursday night, and he's sure the guy will be nice, decent even, but the odds of anything romantic or serious happening are so slim.

hinata hates to disappoint his friends when they have their hopes up, even if their hopes are unrealistic.

the night before the blind date, hinata works off some stress at the gym, and then stops by onigiri miya for a quick bite and a chat with osamu, who works late on wednesdays.

osamu sees him and smiles, tipping his chin up in greeting. hinata smiles back, and goes over to an open

seat at his counter, watching osamu's practiced hands forming a set of onigiri right in front of him.

"yer droolin'," osamu points out.

hinata quickly swipes at his chin, but there's no drool, and he grins. "haha, you got me!"

osamu pokes his tongue out in reply. "what can

i getcha?"

hinata shrugs and leans forward. "surprise me!"

osamu cocks his head, finishes the order he's working on and then cracks his knuckles. "how spicy ya like it?"

hinata licks his lips, and cocks his head, mirroring osamu. then he leans in, repeating, "surprise me?"

osamu's eyes flash, and then his teeth. hinata's stomach flips in anticipation, toes scrunched in his sneakers as he waits to see what new combo osamu will serve him.

later, when the rest of the shop has cleared out and osamu brings hinata another lemon seltzer to cut the burn

in his mouth and throat, hinata hopes the blind date tomorrow will be at least a little bit as fun as he's having right now, and that thought makes him sigh.

"somethin' on yer mind?" osamu asks, placing a complimentary daifuku on the counter.

hinata thanks him, shrugging. "you ever been on a blind date?"

osamu rolls his eyes and groans. "god, those suck."

hinata laughs. "exactly! i kinda got roped into one, and i'm pretty sure it won't go well, but i don't want to disappoint the person who set it up."

"look, ya can't worry about that," osamu crosses his arms. "people meddlin' with others deserve what they get!"

hinata hmmms, giving osamu a sheepish look. "even if it was your brother who set me up?"

osamu recoils in shock. "/you too/?"

hinata sits up, wide eyed. "you mean -"

osamu leans on the counter, shaking his head. "that asswipe set me up too, damn it! what is his problem lately? /god/."

hinata can't help burst out laughing, but covers his mouth when osamu squints his eyes, pouting.

"sure, yuk it up," osamu says. "but we're in the same boat!"

"yeah," hinata sighs. "guess so."

"and who knows how many others he's torturin' with this nonsense!" osamu gestures in frustration.

"so what do we do?" hinata asks. "atsumu-san and sakusa-san were so determined..."

osamu sighs, wiping down the counter to keep his hands busy.

"how about this?" osamu puts the rag away. "we go on our blind dates like the saps we are for lettin' 'Tsumu trick us into his schemin'. then after it's all over and done with, us two can meet up for a drink and vent about the whole terrible experience, yeah?"

hinata brightens.

"sounds good!" hinata agrees. "how about saturday?"

"sure," osamu nods. they smile and shake hands to seal the deal.

hinata feels much better about facing the awkwardness of tomorrow's blind date, yet he can't help wondering what lucky guy atsumu chose to set up with osamu...

//

on thursday night, osamu's ready to turn his phone completely off from the incessant notifications that his brother has sent him yet another text reminder about the blind date.

the latest one reads, "be sure and wear your shop cap! that's how he'll know who ya are!"

osamu grimaces and replies, "PLS tell me ya didn't really give away where i work."

the three dots that show atsumu's typing a response start up, then stop, then start up, then stop.

osamu glares at his phone, /beyond/ pissed. he immediately dials his twin.

"ya better not have shared my workplace with some rando!" osamu shouts. "i don't wanna end up with a stalker or somethin' 'tsumu!"

"i didn't tell him, jeez!" atsumu whines in defense.

"well what /did/ ya tell 'im?" osamu asks.

the call is put on speaker and sakusa cuts in.

"we only told him to look for a tall guy in a cap, with dark hair. nothing about onigiri miya."

osamu groan-sighs. "yer both idiots! dontcha know how many tall guys in caps are gonna be there tonight? jeez, ya both suck at this."

"hey!" atsumu protests, but has no follow-up.

"dunno why yer even tryin' to set anyone up - how'd ya even manage to get together in the first place? wait - scratch that, ya got signed onto the same team, so ya didn't have to do anythin' didja. just repeat exposure 'till ya caught feelin's, huh?"

atsumu splutters, indignant.

sakusa is quiet a moment, then clears his throat. "one could argue that dating is also, simply, repeat exposure. the key word being /repeat/, osamu."

osamu rolls his eyes. "yeah well out here in the real world it takes a pretty special person to warrant a second date, and s'not

likely to happen with any blind setups the two of ya idiots cooked up. so don't get yer hopes too high, ok? i'll go on yer little matchmaking experiment, but no matter how it turns out ya both gotta get off my back. period."

"yer the one that--!" atsumu starts, but gets muffled and cut off by what osamu can only assume are sakusa's hands, arms, or entire body shutting him up.

"try and give us a little credit," sakusa says, strained. "we're not setting you up to fail. but if things don't turn out

to your satisfaction, we won't bother you again."

osamu purses his lips, then says, "fine. that's fair. now describe who am i lookin' for again once i get there?"

atsumu breaks free of his boyfriend's hold to answer. "he's short and has a vabo-chan keychain! can't miss 'im!"

osamu's face slumps, followed by the rest of his body.

great. just great.

clearly his brother's a complete moron but he'd been at least a little hopeful that sakusa would be a good influence. how disappointing to confirm that the blind are leading the blind on this blind date.

//

on the outskirts of the street food festival currently in full swing, hinata ties his vabo-chan keychain to the end of his hoodie string to make it easier for his blind date to recognize him.

he's not sure why atsumu didn't just tell his date to look for /red hair/.

it's one of his most noticeable features, after all! it's what he usually mentions to his hook-ups, anyhow, but maybe this other way is more date-appropriate?

hinata shrugs it off and looks down the blocked-off side street filled with food vendors of all kinds, and rivers of

people everywhere.

the scents are also enticing - hinata's nostrils flare and his mouth waters, ready for some good food if nothing else. hopefully he can find the right tall guy in a cap at their meeting spot by the takoyaki stand. from what he sees so far in the crowds,

it'll be a total where's waldo situation!

all he can do is his best, and if he doesn't find his date - more food for him!

//

osamu checks his watch, and then straightens his cap. five more minutes.

he's been there for ten minutes already... not excited, exactly, but.

no matter how he groused earlier, he does want to make a good impression. his brother doesn't know /so many/ people that the chance of this guy running in an adjacent circle are nil. if the date doesn't work out, osamu doesn't want it to be /his/ fault -

it could reflect badly on his shop, and all.

osamu puts his hands in his pockets, and stands out of the way of the takoyaki stand's customers, but with a clear view of the flow of people entering the festival.

soon he spots an orange head bobbing up through the throng, coming

his way. osamu smiles.

when hinata's close enough, osamu puts out a hand and waves in his direction. "hinata!" he calls out.

hinata turns his head from side to side, looking for the voice.

"hinata!" osamu calls again, and this time the redhead catches sight of him.

hinata grins and speeds his way through the flow of people to pop up beside him.

"osamu-san! hi!" hinata greets enthusiastically.

"hey. whatcha doin' round here?" osamu asks, moving them a bit further out of the pathway so they can talk more easily.

hinata's smile turns wry. "well, actually, i'm here to meet my blind date."

osamu snorts derisively. "yer fuckin' kiddin' me! so they couldn't even find two different date venues, could they. what losers!"

hinata's eyes widen. "wait, wait - you too?!"

"yep," osamu nods. "s'posta meet 'im here about now i guess. where ya meetin' yer dude?"

"oh uh, here i guess. about now-ish?" hinata replies, looking up at the various food vendor signs.

osamu nods. "well i hope yer date's punctual, at least."

"is yours late?" hinata asks.

"nah, not really. like a minute? but not a big deal," osamu replies.

"yeah there's a lot of people here!" hinata chuckles. "easy to get lost or waylaid somehow. i'm okay with waiting a bit."

"sure, definitely." osamu agrees. "so what kinda guy are ya hopin' will show up?"

osamu smirks while hinata puts his chin in one hand and considers. after a bit he sighs, and then laughs.

"honestly? i don't really care as long as we can eat a lot of food and carry a basic conversation. just have a good time and make the best of it?" hinata looks up at him.

"how about you, osamu-san?"

osamu shrugs. "same i guess. just try to have a good time. would help if they're cute though," he chuckles.

"course it would!" hinata agrees, grinning. "oh hey! before they get here, we should take a selfie!"

"good idea, somethin' to laugh about later," osamu says, getting out his phone. "here, come closer?" he steps into a better photo spot and lifts one arm.

"yeah," hinata says, putting an arm around osamu's back and tucking into his side.

osamu holds out the phone and finds

the right angle, then snaps three photos of their silliest faces. he releases hinata's shoulders and then shows hinata the photos, zooming in on each comical detail.

that's when osamu notices it. huh.

couldn't be. could it?

"hey, is that a vabo-chan keychain yer wearin'?"

//

"huh?" hinata looks down and reaches for where his sports bag would usually be hanging by his hip, but then remembers he tied the keychain to the string of his hoodie and laughs, holding it up. "oh yeah! i've had this one forever."

osamu's brows lower, and he gives hinata

a funny look before reaching for it. hinata lets it drop into osamu's hand, and osamu peers at it carefully, turning it over and back, then tugs gently on the string. "uhhh, this a new fashion statement, then?"

hinata sticks out his tongue and snatches back his keychain.

"no," he says, holding the string so the keychain sways. "this is here so my blind date knows it's me!"

osamu grins and looks up at the festival lanterns hanging above, hands on his hips and chuckling at the stars. hinata grins too. osamu looks /real/ good like this. so relaxed.

then osamu coughs and adjusts his black cap. "uhhh, an' yer date? how ya gonna recognize 'im?"

hinata makes a face. "apparently he's tall, dark haired, and will have on a cap--which is almost everyone here..."

osamu distracts his train of thought by taking off his cap and

running a hand through his dark cropped hair, which also serves to remind hinata how skilled his long, sturdy fingers are, and offers hinata a flash of flexed forearm and the wide silver watch glinting on his strong wrist.

".....uhhhhh." hinata finishes. he meets osamu's gaze

as osamu settles the cap back on his head, running thumb and forefinger along the brim.

the pieces slot together and hinata gasps. "you?!" he points at osamu, whose lips curl on one side.

then osamu shrugs. "guess so, since i was told to look for a shortie with a vabo-chan."

hinata gestures with his hands, bouncing on his heels. "but we already know each other! so this isn't really blind--what the heck?!"

osamu scoffs. "exactly. apparently we've been set up by two gigantic /idiotic/ idiots!"

hinata tugs his hair. "so what do we do now?"

"well--" osamu starts, but then some people brush by them carrying oily grilled squids, followed by several more people with freshly made fruit crepes and choco bananas, and the delicious aromas have both osamu and hinata up on their toes to sniff the air and lick their lips.

when their eyes meet, they share matching toothy smiles.

hinata cocks his head. "shall we go see how many things we can eat?"

osamu tucks his chin, and his eyes flash. "aimin' to get completely stuffed, eh?"

hinata laughs, a coil of heat licking through his stomach.

he steps a bit closer to osamu, letting his eyes drift from osamu's shoulder across his very nicely defined pecs to his other shoulder, and then back up to his eyes. "yeah? what else are we going to do, now that we're here on our date?"

osamu smirks, locking their eyes.

then he quickly bumps a knuckle under hinata's chin and bops his nose and then flicks his forehead. "aight let's test that appetite of yers and go get some grub."

hinata laughs and scrunches his nose, rubbing the sting from his forehead. then he jumps just high enough to snatch

the cap from osamu's head and put it on, pulling it down snug over his red hair.

"you little--!" osamu swipes for it, but hinata ducks out of his reach and sticks out his tongue.

"so where should we start? you're hungry right?" hinata grins, dodging osamu's swiping hands.

"you bet i am," osamu changes tactics and manages to get hinata in a headlock, then gives him a noogie on top of the hat until hinata bursts out giggling.

"alright, alright!" hinata protests, grappling until he's extricated himself and taken hold of osamu's hand,

interlocking their fingers. "don't want to get separated in the crowds," he says, winking.

osamu huffs a laugh, squeezing their hands in confirmation. "yeah, gotta stick close."

hinata pulls them over to the takoyaki lines, figuring they should start at their meeting spot.

it feels so nice to hold osamu's hand, hinata's a bit sorry he has to let go to get out his wallet. osamu, of course, swoops in and buys both their shares.

"i'll get the next serving," hinata insists, only for osamu to smirk and wiggle the brim of the cap he's still wearing.

"lemme take care of things tonight," osamu says, a dumpling stuffed into one cheek. "next one's on ya."

hinata looks up at that, and grins around his full cheeks. he swallows then bumps their arms together. "already wanting another date, huh?"

osamu lifts a brow. "didja forget?

we already got one."

"we do?" hinata tilts his head, filling his mouth with another takoyaki.

osamu bumps their arms again. "yeah, remember? drinks saturday so we can commiserate how fuckin' terrible tonight's date is."

hinata bursts out a laugh, seeing osamu's eyes crinkle

in mirth. he's noticing so many new things about osamu tonight, and each detail makes hinata feel warm and more than a little giddy, and not just because they're having really good food.

osamu finishes his last takoyaki, licking his fingertips, and then sighs. "kinda annoyin'."

"what is?" hinata tilts his head, hoping osamu's having as much fun as he is.

"well, just, it's pretty fun hangin' out with ya, and it's just really annoyin' that settin' us up tonight was 'tsumu's idea, yanno?" osamu lets out another exasperated sigh.

hinata chuckles, remembering how intensely eager both atsumu and sakusa were about arranging tonight's meet-up. "mad you didn't think of it first?"

"i am mad!" osamu gives a wry laugh. "wasn't really lookin', but if i were, seems i could do a lot worse when ya already come by

every wednesday night, an' yer easy to be around, an' not too hard on the eyes, neither."

hinata hmmmms, biting his lip. "think i'm cute, huh?"

osamu rolls his eyes, and then play-swats the brim of the cap down over hinata's eyes. "cheeky. course ya are, ya know yer

damn attractive, shouyou-kun."

hinata pushes the brim back up, then takes off the cap and returns it to osamu's head, tucking away a few stray locks under the edge. "guess i have been coming by every week," hinata admits, smirking. "pretty sure it's the food and not the owner,

although maybe the owner does have a certain appeal."

osamu tuts, and clears hinata's trash with one hand so he can take hinata's hand in the other, bringing it to his mouth for a brush of lips across hinata's knuckles. it's the kind of move that makes hinata sure there's

going to be a visit to a love hotel in their future. perhaps their very /near/ future, if the anticipation tightening hinata's stomach is any indication.

"hmmm, not totally convinced, but nice try," hinata teases.

"yer a handful, aintcha," osamu shakes his head, releasing

hinata's hand, only for hinata to take it back.

"so, does that mean we'll need to thank omi-san and atsumu-san for setting us up?"

osamu scowls. "hell no." then they both laugh, hinata running his thumb over osamu's fingers.

"so we're pranking them then, huh," hinata chuckles.

osamu nods, matching hinata's conspiratorial smile. "hell /yes/," he replies, twining their fingers so they can go get more food.

//

they partake of grilled squids next, and then yakitori skewers, and osamu's stomach is starting to hurt--not from the food, he's nowhere close to capacity yet--from all the laughter he and hinata share while coming up with ways to prank atsumu and sakusa.

hinata's the one who

comes up with the perfect idea, and osamu is impressed to have such a clever partner in crime. hinata's been surprising him a lot this evening, and he's definitely not complaining about that.

just means it's even /more/ important to make sure his twin-plus-one aren't able to

gloat right away that he and hinata are actually hitting it off quite well.

and they are--it's so frustrating! hinata's been on msby for what, a year now? and almost every wednesday osamu sees him in the shop. it sucks to realize he's been looking forward to these visits for

some time now. so why didn't he ever think about bringing hinata out on a date like this before? if only he could go back in time and kick himself square in the pants. what a waste, he thinks, watching hinata finish off his meat skewer with enthusiasm.

osamu automatically thumbs a drip of sauce from the corner of hinata's lips, and then licks it into his mouth, amused at the way hinata's eyes darken and he traces the spot with his tongue.

god. if atsumu and sakusa were watching them right now, they'd be so /insufferable/.

hinata discards their trash and then twines their hands again. "ready for the plan?"

"you bet," osamu smiles, tugging hinata over to the gyoza stand, and tapping the shoulder of a man about his height wearing an onigiri miya cap, eating with his companion.

the man turns around, and smiles in recognition. "wow, hi boss!"

"hey, yoshi, got a minute?" osamu asks, making the introductions. then he explains that he and hinata have a favor to ask.

yoshi and his younger sister both find the whole thing hilarious, and are eager to help.

hinata goes first, posing with yoshi by the gyoza stand while yoshi takes a selfie of them grinning at each other in a goofy, smitten parody of love at first sight. when they show the picture to osamu and yoshi's sister rina, it looks very convincing.

so convincing osamu finds his jaw clenching. huh.

"wait! i have an idea," rina chimes in. "what if hinata-san holds up the keychain more? that way both the keychain and the hat are in the photo?"

"ohhh!" hinata nods, looking at osamu, and then yoshi.

"good idea!" yoshi agrees.

osamu crosses his arms as his employee takes hinata back over to the picturesque corner of the gyoza stand and they take another series of photos, hinata's smile so bright as he holds up the keychain and makes a peace sign.

osamu's known yoshi for years--yoshi's his most

reliable employee, the one he always takes with him to run the onigiri cart at the stadium or whenever onigiri miya gets a catering job. yoshi's not one to stand out too much either, and that--plus his being straight as a bamboo pole--makes him the perfect "blind date decoy."

it doesn't make it any easier to watch yoshi hugging hinata into his side, hinata giggling with him as they take selfies.

god. isn't it a bit soon to be feeling jealous?

"okay, we're done!" hinata skips back over to osamu, dragging yoshi behind him. they cluster around the

phone to pick out the best one, which has hinata and yoshi looking absolutely delighted to be on a date together. it's so perfect osamu grimaces.

"okay," hinata says, attaching it to a text and typing out a message. "how's this?" he shows the phone to the group so they can read.

>> y didn't u say it was yoshi??!!?? 🤪🤪🤪
>> having a blast, thanks for hooking us up! 😋😏✨🙏🙏🍡🍢🥟

everyone laughs, and rina says, "it's perfect!" while osamu rolls his eyes. he meets hinata's sparkling gaze and shrugs, because it /is/ pretty funny.

hinata sends the text to atsumu and sakusa, and then looks up, biting his lip with glee. "alright! now you, osamu-san!"

osamu shakes his head, but can't help grinning at the thought of what his brother and sakusa must be thinking right now, and it makes him a little excited for

what's next.

hinata hands rina the vabo-chan keychain and she connects it to the necklace she's wearing so it's plainly visible on her black t-shirt.

"now rina, yer sure ya never met 'tsumu or sakusa before? they don't know yer yoshi's sister right?" osamu confirms, to be sure.

rina shakes her head. "nah, i know who they are, of course, but we've never met."

yoshi adds, "an' we've never talked all that much before, so 'm pretty sure they know nothin' about my family."

"great. ready fer some crepes?" osamu nods down the way where the crepes cart is.

"yeah!" hinata cheers, hands in the air. osamu grins and throws an arm around his shoulders, guiding him through the crowds with their friends following behind.

"having fun?" hinata asks, leaning into osamu's side and winding an arm around his hips.

osamu smirks and squeezes hinata in a tight side-hug. "you bet."

//

once they get to the crepes cart, osamu buys them each one, and then they pick out a nice selfie spot by the colorful signage and strings of mini-lanterns.

hinata stands off to the side with yoshi, and

quickly finishes off his crepe, licking his fingers and watching osamu and rina try different poses and angles, finally settling on one of her laughing as osamu leans in, mouth opened in an attempt to steal a bite of her crepe.

it's cute, and brings out osamu's playful side.

hinata /hates/ it, all of it.

it's all he can do to stand by while they take photos instead of what he wants to do, which is get between them and push osamu into the side of the cart and kiss him stupid.

gah! hinata runs his hands through is hair to shake off his jealousy, but

he can't help it. it's just for a prank, doens't mean anything, and he gets that--heck, it was even his idea! talk about shooting himself in the foot.

it's too early to be jealous. god. they're only halfway through their first date! what's wrong with him?!

osamu and rina come back over, eating their crepes and seeming overall pleased with their successful mission. hinata does his best to smile. "how'd it go?"

osamu swallows the last bite of crepe and takes the spot on hinata's right, showing him his phone. "ya hafta tell me."

hinata scrolls through the photos, not really seeing them.

"oh that one's good," yoshi comments on hinata's left, and hinata pauses on that one so they all can look at it.

then he feels osamu's hand at the small of his back, a gentle, undemanding pressure that also

shoots tingles up hinata's spine.

"i like it!" rina says, holding the vabo-chan keychain out to hinata.

"oh thanks," he says, taking it back as osamu retrieves his phone.

"thanks guys," osamu says, slipping the phone into his pocket. "i'll send the text in a while, don't want

it to seem sus if they get these photos back to back."

"good call!" yoshi nods. "well we'll be off then. see ya at the shop."

hinata's relieved that they're going separate ways, finally. "thank you so much!" he waves.

"thanks for the crepe!" rina waves back. "enjoy yer date!"

"we will," osamu replies, casually slipping his hand around hinata's hip.

hinata swallows as his heart rate steadily increases, and slides his hand overtop osamu's, threading their fingers as he waves goodbye to their friends.

when they're gone, he looks up at osamu, their

faces quite close together. close enough to see osamu's eyes grow dark, and his tongue swipe his lower lip as their eyes lock.

hinata angles his body towards osamu's until they're touching, and bites his lip. "what's next?" he asks, trying hard not to notice that osamu's foot

is now solidly between his.

osamu swallows, slowly. "pretty sure there's a few ways to go from here. depends on what yer hungry for."

hinata's breath stutters, and he blinks slowly, the heat sparking between them undeniable. in any other situation he'd be halfway to the

nearest love hotel with his partner by now, and he wants that, god, he wants to drag osamu into the shower and put his mouth all over him.

but sakusa's challenge to him about practicing more traditional dates niggles in the back of his mind and hinata takes in osamu's handsome

features and realizes that he really /doesn't/ want this to be like the typical situations he's had in the past. he rests his forehead on osamu's chest for a moment and sighs, then steps back. osamu's hand falls from his hip, but he takes it up with his.

"i think we've still got

some food stalls to check out," hinata grins.

osamu smirks at him. "and after that?"

"after that... we'll see?" hinata tilts his head, gauging osamu's reaction.

osamu holds his gaze a beat, then grins and ruffles his hair. "let's go then."

hinata laughs, and follows him.

//

osamu leads them to an okonomiyaki cart, and then hinata sees a taiyaki cart. as they're eating these, osamu remembers about the text for atsumu and sakusa and pulls out his phone.

somewhat to his surprise, there are two missed calls and several text messages from his twin

inquiring how his date is going. he chuckles and shows them to hinata.

"oh my gosh," hinata replies. "they must be really worried!"

osamu shakes his head. "prob'ly freakin' out after receiving yers--did they reply?"

hinata polishes off his second taiyaki. "let me check!"

after taking out his phone, hinata immediately starts laughing and shows osamu a string of texts from atsumu.

>>😲
>>glad ur having fun but
>>u ok?
>> if u don't like him, ok 2 ditch
>> just want u to be happy
>> he treating u real nice?
>> WAIT NO i hope not
>> not on 1st date!

>>text me when ur home
>>so i know ur safe
>>ok?
>>shouyou??
>>hello? r u ok?

osamu barks a laugh. he can totally see his brother panicking and sakusa pacing in their apartment wondering how their /infallible/ blind date plan went awry.

"wait 'till i send 'em this." osamu gives

the phone back to hinata and then picks up his, finding his photo with rina and adding it to his reply back to atsumu:

>>wth bastards y didn't u say she was 🥵🔥
>>free 🍙 next visit as thx
>>now 🛑 interrupting!!!!! 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

he shows it to hinata, and hinata nods, cackling.

osamu hits send. "that should throw 'em off a while."

"yeah," hinata agrees. "how long do you think we can fool them?"

osamu shrugs. "as long as we want to? can't have 'em thinkin' they actually succeeded in setting us up on such a good date, can we?"

hinata purses his lips. "absolutely not. how mortifying!"

they both laugh, and then hinata gives osamu another of those little looks that make his pulse spike, like he's contemplating every item on the dessert course menu before making his selection.

those looks have been

sent his way all evening and osamu's really struggling not to skip to the end of the date where they might be able to explore more of this undeniable chemistry they have.

but he /also/ knows that some things are meant to be savored, and hinata is absolutely someone he'd like

to savor at the right moment.

osamu squeezes hinata's shoulder, and then the back of his neck. "roasted sweet potatoes, dango, or choco banana?"

hinata leans into his touch. "all of the above!"

osamu smirks. "duh. where ya wanna start?"

"how about we go from cold... to hot?" hinata suggests, adding a saucy wink.

osamu's belly fills with heat as he caresses the back of hinata's neck. "choco banana then. and don't forget there are kids around when ya eat it, 'kay?"

hinata feigns shock. "what are you implying?"

"not implyin' anythin'," osamu laughs. "yer the kind that needs a warnin', aintcha. yer too sexy when ya eat."

hinata scrunches his face and sticks out his tongue, but still happily pulls osamu's arm around his shoulders as they go back into the crowds to finish their date.

//

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