Osamu who pulls his wallet out to pay for dinner when Suna gets a glimpse at the polaroid in it. “Who’s that?” Suna grins, tilting his chin at the polaroid showing a back shot of a girl’s ass in the tiniest piece of red lingerie Suna has even seen.

Osamu snorts, closing his wallet and slipping it right into his back pocket. “Just some girl I meet sometimes during the weekends.” He says as if it’s not big deal. As if he didn’t know the /girl/ in the Polaroid isn’t a girl, but Atsumu in red panties.