a day by atmosphere supreme
There’s a sort of fondness in his expression that Suna can’t explain, but he thinks that if they could do this again—if Osamu could be comfortable enough to fall asleep in Suna’s company, and then wake up and look at him like that again—then he might give quite a bit to let it happen. “—avoiding me, but I really can’t think what I did wrong.” Ginjima accidentally kicks Suna’s desk, and Suna has no choice but to pretend to wake up and squint at him as Ginjima hastily apologises. The others don’t seem to think anything of it, and Suna is glad. I’m going to let the photogs do the speaking for me. “Me? It’s a little easier to concentrate now that he’s not in Osamu’s distracting company, and better still when his mother calls him to eat. There’s a flutter in Suna’s stomach; he can’t help it. Who do you think you’re talking to? “In a bit, maybe.” Suna gets through just two maths questions before he and Osamu begin discussing the upcoming Nationals tournament. But I also think Gin suffers enough. !” “It’ll be my treasure, so no, he can’t have it.” Bandit Suprême by Robert Piguet is a Chypre fragrance for women and men. “Okay,” he says. It wasn’t a god nor star that Suna had fallen in love with in the first place, but somewhere along the line, he had lost sight of that. “Apparently, Suna’s secret skill,” says Atsumu, beaming, “is falling asleep whilst sitting upright. Yeah I don't wanna think about it either my pals _(:3 」∠)＿, (See the end of the work for more notes.). Suna helps himself to a bag of rice crackers (“Those are also Atsumu’s, so we have to finish them all off,” he is told), and Osamu pulls out his phone. “It’s… well… look, next time you manage to grab him, maybe you could bring it up with him? It was just Osamu—they knew each other well enough that Suna knew he really didn’t have anything to be scared of, if it were for any other situation. He’s rarely ever been the shy type, but for all their banter and familiarity, this is new territory to him, and he’s not sure what to do from here—or, indeed, whether he should be doing anything at all. Suna quietly puts his pencil down and leans onto the tabletop, pillowing his head against his folded arms, and feeling just so, so warm as he gazes down at Osamu for just a little longer. “Well… he didn’t. To their credit, they all move slowly and gingerly so that their chairs barely scrape the floor. Kita-san probably knows it.” Osamu’s mother was just being nice. Osamu raises his head uncertainly. Articoli visualizzati di recente e suggerimenti in primo piano, Seleziona la categoria in cui desideri effettuare la ricerca, Effettuando l'ordine di acquisto, accetti le. He’s in over his head. Candace Amo. A small part of Suna wants to poke him awake and ask him what makes him happy, what makes him laugh, but the more reasonable part of Suna reminds himself that it’s been a long day, they’ve trained hard from morning until late afternoon, and that it’s time to get some rest. As Osamu’s smile fades with a comfortable sigh, Suna reaches over for his phone and turns down the music’s volume a little, and soon enough, Osamu’s breathing becomes deep and even with sleep. Suna exhales softly, and with his breath, all the tension in his shoulders leave him. Retour … “I don’t know, I guess I was hoping he had said something to you.” “You’re right. This only serves to crack their friends up though, and as they begin walking away, Ginjima and Atsumu use their arms to make a large heart shape together whilst shooting Suna devious grins. Suna's eyes snap open to see all the others hovering opposite him; Ginjima and Atsumu are holding their phones out, and are very clearly taking photos. It’s hard to read the expression on Osamu’s face; harder still to read the tone in his voice. No, no, no. He’d invited their friends over for a study session over the weekend, but Ginjima and Kosaku hadn’t been able to make it, so it was just Suna and Osamu. “Suna.” “He’s okay!” the figure says. He tucks his face into the collar of his jacket, very glad that Osamu can’t see him right now, because he’s probably embarrassingly pink in the face, and— Se non intendi accettare tutti i cookie o vorresti saperne di più su come utilizziamo i cookie, seleziona "Personalizza i cookie". Stream A Day By Atmosphere Supreme by AmmoBear from desktop or your mobile device “You’re all assholes,” says Suna, keeping his voice quiet enough that he doesn’t wake Osamu. “You haven’t notice th… how are you my brother?” Osamu’s grip on Suna’s shirtfront loosens. As the others stretch and gather their bags and belongings, Atsumu turns and kicks his brother’s foot. Cover Of. Maybe he— It’s not like Osamu doesn’t ever smile, but compared to Atsumu, he’s still not that much of a smiler. Lisez-en plus sur A Day by Atmosphere Supreme par Nujabes, et découvrez la jaquette, les paroles et des artistes similaires. I didn’t have enough coins for anything nicer, so it was either orange juice, or that crappy new berry-flavoured… thing.” Suna can picture him now, with his mouth twisting a little, like it does whenever he’s unhappy about something. He wakes up an hour and a half before his alarm is meant to go off, and for a moment, he seriously contemplates feigning illness and skipping school that day. “Not for that long. tip: katekyou "alternate universe" sort:>words. Read about A day by atmosphere supreme by Nujabes Feat. “N—th—uh… that’s really kind of you, but I promised my parents I’d be home to eat.” A small part of him is worried that Atsumu seems to be smirking in his direction a little more than usual, but it’s honestly hard to tell because Atsumu smirks at least seventy-five percent of the time. Suna can feel his courage slipping away again. It’s unfair, Suna thinks as he turns and begins to walk home, how good that looks on him. Half his face is smarting really badly. ” Well, they probably knew already, but still. Nope, he was overthinking things. what's up folks i have slam-dunked myself straight back into rarepair hell, [Feb 4th, 2018 note] Just FYI, this was written before we found out that Suna and Osamu are actually in the same class. As Suna lies awake, he feels warm, and he’s quite sure that half the reason is completely unrelated to the weather. “I’ll steal your pudding.” “What did he say?” Atsumu demands with a suspicious glare as Osamu pushes himself off Suna’s shoulder, yawning. Check out A day by atmosphere supreme by Nujabes on Amazon Music. “I might even let you have one. Suna leans onto his desk and pillows his head in his arms again, closing his eyes. Osamu is sleeping on his shoulder again, with one arm hooked loosely around Suna’s; everyone’s used to it, by now. Ben Llama. I know orange juice probably isn’t going to make up for it, but just go with it, okay? as well as Suna rolls over to groan into his pillow. They’d probably be here for a while. So… I want to do it again, if that’s okay. He makes a silent promise that at some point, he’ll make it up to him—he thinks that this might be a promise he can actually keep this time. “Well, that makes sense.” It feels like answers to questions Suna has bottled up: what makes you happy, what makes you laugh, what lets you fall asleep next to— Suna, suddenly realising that he’s been targeted, sprints away, and Osamu runs after him. “Shut it, you two,” comes Kosaku’s voice. “I mean… it was kind of spur-of-the-moment, but I’m not… I mean, it—I don’t—I don’t regret it at all. And then, he pulls Suna close, and kisses him. “So why are you telling me this? Utilizziamo cookie e altre tecnologie simili per migliorare la tua esperienza di acquisto, per fornire i nostri servizi, per capire come i nostri clienti li utilizzano in modo da poterli migliorare e per visualizzare annunci pubblicitari, anche in baseai tuoi interessi. And then: “I promise, I won’t even steal your pudding when you’re asleep.” He dreams about Osamu for the first time, and frankly, Suna thinks that’s one dream too many. Suna is in a different group to Osamu, and he can breathe easier just for a moment. Osamu, wordless, sits beside him, and Suna doesn’t ask why. This is new to Suna. Everyone jumps back when Suna wakes, and Ginjima yelps in surprise and almost drops his phone into his empty bowl. As Suna relocates some of the snacks onto the floor so they actually have room for their study materials, Osamu reappears with the chips, looking pleased with himself. It’s the heaviest apology he’s ever uttered, and he still doesn’t dare look at him as the words tumble from his mouth. Check out A Day by Atmosphere Supreme by Nujabes on Amazon Music. He reaches slowly for the hose Atsumu had dropped, whilst maintaining eye contact the whole time— If their roles had been reversed, and Osamu was avoiding Suna, wouldn’t that just break Suna’s heart? He fucked up. They’re at volleyball training, and Suna is practising blocks with some of the other second years. He hates everything about it. Suna jams the knuckles of his thumbs against his eye and gives a soft groan. Cise Starr & Akin and see the artwork, lyrics and similar artists. “Can’t you do something about the shutter, Gin?” What if Suna confessed to him? Probably. “Send me one too.” Suna doesn’t dare look at him, doesn’t dare to move, almost doesn’t dare to breathe. 1. They carry on like this for a little while longer, and Suna thinks he’s out of the woods. (Osamu is indeed in a better mood at volleyball practice, and only aims a few of his serves at Atsumu, who quickly notices and yells, “All right, all right, I’ll buy you more strawberry milk Kit-Kats!” after one such serve only just misses his ear. At the time, it had felt like a half-promise, but if he thinks about it with a little more clarity, it had also been stupid. Addeddate 2011-04-07 15:37:49 Identifier ADayByAtmosphereSupreme. Unfortunately we don't have the lyrics for the song "A Day By Atmosphere Supreme" yet. Suna obliges, poking around through the dust and squinting in the dimness thanks to the lights not working, until he spots a box high up on one of the shelves with ‘BIBS’ upside-down and written in smudged marker, and reaches for them. “I’m just… wondering how I can convince you to give me one of your pudding cups,” says Suna, silently congratulating himself on his smooth answer. Listen to music from "A Day By Atmosphere Supreme" like Nujabes. "A Day By Atmosphere Supreme" Track Info. He doubts that Osamu will confront him today, but if—when—it happens, it’ll always be far too soon. “Atsumu,” he says in realisation. He’ll never give their friends the satisfaction of knowing this, though. You’ve got a very reassuring presence, you know, Suna-kun.” Reviews There are no reviews yet. My favorite instrumental from the one and only Nujabes. Gin, you too.” frozenheart18, StanleePeluche, Foliexduex, ella_rose, unoreversecard, tsukkiiwara, redluceat, ExNihiIo, hadaline, Sunraes, Emmibelle346, mulifandomer, noktifer, faesrin, aphroditxs, boyofwonder, neverwere, mccndrxg0n, yellowgreen_deira, DabisStaples, buthegotthedagger, six6string, theperksofbeinganauthor, ACertainLazyPerson, JoeyXD, seinarin, perfectlyrainybluebird, b3ans, sassafraz, Lexilou629, theyismyfamily, nqr, Cantbestuffed, lemon_dr0p, stawrberrys, Druu, awash_pdf, Bluewhale99, SunnyDaysHoseok, httpsKSM, mitigates, parkers, extintoreria, periodicobsessions, Muncaster, claudiabarnett77, iceicetea, Jxemins, restisconfetti01, lisamtk, and 1113 more users Suna remembers the sunlit afternoon at the Miya household and Osamu sleeping peacefully on the floor beside him, and thinks that if he could exchange that moment for an answer that could get him out of trouble, he would, in a heartbeat. “You okay, man?” Ginjima asks him as Atsumu elbows him out of the way so he can claim the desk in front of Suna’s. Usually, they’re joined by other friends or Atsumu, and together as a group, they really don’t know the meaning of quiet, so this is nice and mellow. Suna forces himself to pay attention to Atsumu and Kosaku now discussing… something. (1974 - 2010) Genre hiphop Comment by Darkking_Chrollo. It’s too early in the morning for this. Osamu doesn’t speak much either, but that’s normal during mealtimes because he’s usually either swept in the bliss of delicious meals, or keen to finish before Atsumu tries to steal any of his food, or a mix of the two. Osamu leans against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets, almost the definition of casual elegance, and rolls his eyes. Suna flings excess water at Osamu, who ducks in vain. Dernière en date à dévoiler son visuel, la nouvelle version de la Nike Air Force 1 Valentine’s Day … He is being selfish, changing so many things that had been so good about the two of them: avoiding Osamu and thinking he wouldn’t notice; overthinking things and being on edge around him, instead of being his apparently relaxing and reassuring self; trying to push him away—literally running away from him; causing Osamu to think he was the one who had fucked up somewhere. That familiar warmth blooms in his chest again, and—dammit, this is ridiculous. It’s in the quiet of beckoning sleep a while later, amongst the futons and blankets and snoring teammates and owls hooting softly in the distance, that Suna finally has a moment of peace. The afternoon sun streams through the windows even though it had been a cold day, and he looks relaxed with earphones in his ears and phone in his hand. Candace Amo. “I just said, he’s been avoiding me,” says Osamu impatiently, and now, Suna feels his heart sinking as he clings onto the faintest of chances they aren’t talking about him. This is easier; he can avoid looking at Osamu like this. All his talk of giving Osamu the world, and this was what he ended up with instead. “What the fuck are you running away from?” Though Suna avoids looking at him at all, he can feel the slight prickling feeling of his stare, and wonders what sort of expression Osamu has on his face right now. Stream A Day By Atmosphere Supreme by AmmoBear from desktop or your mobile device He jumps, back arching as he draws his powerful right arm. He thinks his heart might have stopped at the sound of Osamu’s voice, and that intense dread he had felt before volleyball practice rushes back to him. “When you—” Suna’s words catch in his throat, but he’s fallen too far to push away again now. Suna’s pulse quickens at the thought, double-quick when Osamu looks up and catches him staring. Work Search: “Right. plus-circle Add Review. “Sorry, I forgot.” “You can have all of Atsumu’s Jagabee chips if you don’t touch the pudding.” Atsumu watches them like a hawk, just in case Osamu really does try to treat Suna to extra ramen toppings, but ultimately, neither of them attempt to bribe him. Gonna fight u 4eva Ginny (THANK YOU ♡♡). “Maybe it’ll be easier if I lock him up in a storage room…” They’re at a weekend training camp towards the end of summer of their second year, it’s still hot and humid, they’d just finished training for the day, and they’d all gotten into a water fight outside. With a sense of something like deep longing, Suna watches Osamu as though he is someone too far out of reach—a star too bright to ever hold on to, too good to ever touch. “Good. But they’ll stand next to each other soon enough for one of the upcoming drills, and Suna will feel like burning in his light again. September Fifteenth (Dedicated to Bill Evans) by Pat Metheny (Ft. Lyle Mays) Sampled In. Suna doesn’t speak much during dinner, instead intently focusing on his food, because he doesn’t quite trust himself not to sneak glances at Osamu again. I’m counting on you.” Suna can’t look him in the eye, even when they’re face-to-face. Suna turns onto his other side, away from Osamu, and doesn’t think much else of it for the rest of the training camp. Check out A day by atmosphere supreme by Nujabes on Amazon Music. CosmosOrchestra. “Why are you running away?” Osamu shouts. I’m…” Osamu trails off and gives a helpless shrug. Shit, he really is beautiful, isn’t he? Osamu also seems to send small smiles his way a little more often—or is Suna just imagining things? Suna thinks that Osamu might be onto something when he aims all his serves at Atsumu during practice; he’ll give that a try next time. Osamu gives him a mock-unimpressed look. Sample appears at 0:00 (and throughout) jump. Belgium 15. More voices quickly fill up the locker room, there’s laughter and yelling and joking, and Suna can’t hear the twins anymore. Il tuo account Amazon Music non è al momento associato a questo paese. It’s something of a downward spiral from there. His fingers curl involuntarily, and there’s a spike of adrenaline mixed with something like fear in his chest. He’s tired and hasn’t had a moment to stop and figure it all out, and it probably shows on his face because his teammates just cuff him gently over the shoulder and tell him to get some rest. Osamu’s hand brushing against his arm sometimes makes Suna feel like he’s receiving little electric shocks; playful nudges or punches brings a swooping sensation to his stomach. We’re done, though, so I’m just gonna…” Suna gestures vaguely over his shoulder with his thumb. “Nah, I told my parents I’d be home. Osamu’s sleeping in the futon next to him, right at the end of their row; at the very opposite end is Atsumu. There’s footsteps, a clatter of keys, and then Osamu’s mother pokes her head through the living room door. (Like looking at stars too bright to ever hold on to, too good to ever touch.) After a minute or two, Osamu stirs. When he opens his eyes, vaguely noting that his cheek is throbbing like it’s trying to leave his damn head, he’s lying on the floor, and there’s someone staring down at him, semi-silhouetted against the lights of the gymnasium. They deserve this normality, this falling back into comfortable territory, this recognisable ease of banter, of conversation between two people who know each other well. Repose in Peace Jun Seba! Suna holds his breath. Stream ad-free or purchase CD's and MP3s now on Amazon.co.uk. Atsumu eventually yells his surrender when Osamu grabs him in a headlock, and they wrestle for a bit. “Don’t tell him, Suna.” “Do I look like shit, is that what you’re implying?” “Feel free to eat somewhere else without us,” says Kosaku in a sing-song voice, already walking away. Osamu’s looking his way, pulling out his earphones when he sees him. 96.5 & 101.5 CTG. He wonders, if he was given a choice at all, would he have picked someone like Osamu to fall for? That was all he had to give to someone who could make his heart race like this. “See you.” If it does, they’re hiding it well. Supreme 1 - A Day By Atmosphere Supreme . The third years and the coaching staff fuss over Suna once more before he’s allowed to go and get changed, and amongst the company of his fellow second years, they fall into a welcome discussion about whose serves are more painful when hit in the face. Osamu’s smile widens, and Suna can’t help but feel a little pleased, like it’s a victory he didn’t really know he was looking for. Considering all his efforts in avoiding Osamu over the past couple of days, he doesn’t know why he doubles back and peers into the room again, but that’s what he does. It takes Suna a moment to tell them apart, but he’s known them long enough to figure out the tiny differences. He breathes out slowly and counts to ten in his head, and then retrieves the dusty old box with the bibs and emerges from the storeroom to yelps of surprise from those closest to him, which quickly turns into good-natured bickering and jostling. “It’s a miracle he’s even still asleep. He thinks about his realisation from their training camp at the end of summer: that feeling of wanting to give Osamu the world if it could make him laugh like that again. Definitely. Both times, Osamu’s looking at his phone, so Suna holds onto the chance that he hasn’t seen him. PrinceBaldwin. “Sure of what?” he says in a murmur, and Suna’s heart races. Because Osamu deserves this—he deserves Suna’s honesty, more than he’ll ever deserve Suna’s cowardice. It feels a little like forgiveness, somehow, like time itself has forgiven Suna for all the trouble he’s caused, and is allowing him this one chance to fix things. Osamu’s footsteps quicken, and Suna— A day by atmosphere supreme is a popular song by Nujabes | Create your own TikTok videos with the A day by atmosphere supreme song and explore 33 videos made by new and popular creators. “Osamu?” he mumbles. “Be careful, or I’m gonna end up falling for you.” Suna takes his hands away and lets them fall by his sides. Except he doesn’t walk away, instead giving in to that warmth like a moth to flame. He takes it, grabs it like a lifeline. He’s distracted enough that he doesn’t hear footsteps round the corner. “I just need you to stop running; it’s not like you, and I’m not used to it. Osamu is here—he is the one reaching out to Suna, and Suna is not dreaming. Watch the video for A Day by Atmosphere Supreme from Nujabes's Metaphorical Music for free, and see the artwork, lyrics and similar artists. A Day by Atmosphere Supreme. Recorded At Park Avenue Studio. Créez gratuitement votre compte sur Deezer pour écouter A day by atmosphere supreme par Nujabes, et accédez à plus de 56 millions de titres. Osamu throws a crumpled serviette in their friends’ general direction, but they just start laughing. He makes a distressed noise in his throat that’s half-laugh and half-whimper, but Osamu’s mother doesn’t seem to think anything of it. Nujabes - A Day By Atmosphere Supreme - Duration: 4:01. He can pretend everything is perfectly fine for a little while longer. “We’re not strangers. “This is why Aunt Minako likes me better,” Osamu mumbles, and Suna huffs a laugh. Suna leaves, keeping his footsteps even as he walks down the corridor. Suna doesn’t move or speak, keeping his breathing deep and even with feigned sleep. “Fine, fine.” “Thank you very much.” Right. He freezes at the sound of the Miya twins entering the locker room to drop off their bags and get changed into their training uniforms. His heart feels so much lighter. I’m sending this to the third years.” “Okay,” he says again. They let go of each other, and Osamu rocks back on his heels like he knows Suna won’t run away anymore, but they’re still so, so close. What time is it?” “No idea. Login . Suna splashes his face with water again. The entire time, Suna doesn’t look in Osamu’s direction even once—he can’t bring himself to. Suna nods in mock-seriousness, and Osamu snickers. Active Hacker. “I had to see Yoshikawa-sensei about my essay. There’s complete silence, stillness, like suddenly, it’s just the two of them, and everything else pauses for a while to let this happen. He’s overthinking things again. Stream A Day By Atmosphere Supreme by AmmoBear from desktop or your mobile device Osamu is there, sitting at his desk, probably waiting for Atsumu, whom Suna recalls had to stay back a little for something. A playlist of instrumental Nujabes and DJ Okawari songs soon begin playing; Osamu had confessed a while ago that he finds it hard to focus on homework when he listens to songs with too many lyrics. “I’m tired because I practised way more jump serves than you today.” Per calcolare la valutazione complessiva in stelle e la ripartizione percentuale per stella, non usiamo una media semplice. in International. This is a new fragrance. Stream ad-free or purchase CD's and MP3s now on Amazon.co.uk. It’s lunchtime, and Suna tracks down Osamu in his classroom, sits down in the seat in front of his desk, and places a bottle of orange juice by his elbow. “Too late,” says Osamu, taking a sip and leaning back to dodge when Suna swipes half-heartedly at him. “Oh.” Osamu looks away and Suna raises his eyebrows in surprise when he sees the tips of his ears go pink. Suna snaps to attention, turning towards whoever’s yelling to his left, only for a volleyball to come careening into his face with all the force of a typical Inarizaki volleyball player. Suna grins. You see, when they were younger, Osamu took a nap here in the living room, and Atsumu drew on his face with marker. Stream A Day By Atmosphere Supreme - Nujabes by Modal sounds from desktop or your mobile device. Suna thinks he can hear Osamu laughing, and chances a look over his shoulder. Now, it feels almost like Suna is guarding him, making sure he is resting. He smiles into his hand. Norman. Being around Osamu by himself seems to make Suna lose more and more of his nerve with every passing day; looking at him was becoming more and more like looking directly into the sun. “Get some rest, okay?” says Osamu, quiet. Now, it clawed at his chest like something fierce, giving him fear where there shouldn’t have been fear. “Nope, it’s just you,” says Suna, because he’s going to implode if he doesn’t maintain some measure of composure, given his current predicament. There was no way he could make it right anymore; he had blown every chance given to him. It’s not as if Suna’s the only one Osamu trusts and feels comfortable around; if it were Ginjima or Kosaku here, Osamu would simply fall asleep in their company too, for sure. Read about Emancipator - A Day By Atmosphere Supreme by Joseph Berry and see the artwork, lyrics and similar artists. “Mm…” Osamu slouches to rest his head on Suna’s shoulder again. !” Download this Track. All he had to offer was a shoulder to nap on, afternoons to spend together and share snacks, cheap juice from vending machines, a water fight he would ultimately lose—and that was it. Atsumu winces. Users who reposted this track Andrea Capone Williams. “Mm, just sleepy.” As long as you don’t give it to 'Tsumu.” I managed to sort of do it right in the end, but he sort of gave up on me, so… anyway, let’s go. Osamu opens his eyes a little, blinks around blearily, and then closes them again with a sigh, as if trying to go back to sleep. “Hm.” Osamu pauses, thinks, and then scratches the back of his neck and shrugs. tip: katekyou "alternate universe" sort:>words. Anche terzi autorizzati utilizzano queste tecnologie in relazione alla nostra visualizzazione di annunci pubblicitari. Beside him, Osamu stirs and groans in protest. It’s just a silly little crush, he’d get over it, it’s just a phase, it wouldn’t mean anything… They would go from flicking each other’s sleeves out of boredom whilst waiting for their friends, or balancing juice boxes and wrapped snacks or bread on each other’s knees when eating lunch outside, to… whatever is happening now.