🐿 Camping w Miya Twins / Osamu, a Chipmunk?! / Breaking the Rules

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Osamu clutched his growling stomach as he lay in the tent he shared with his brother. Atsumu, who was supposed to be sleeping beside him, was nowhere in sight. Probably using the bathroom for the 100th time tonight, Osamu thought with a roll of his eyes. At least he didn’t have to listen to Atsumu’s dramatic complaints about his stomachache — caused, unsurprisingly, by his reckless decision to experiment with wild berries.

It was summer break, and Osamu was on a short trip with his brother and friends. In a moment of collective stupidity, they decided to camp in the wilderness and challenge themselves by living off the land. The so-called “survival game” had sounded like a fun idea at the time, but now Osamu regretted not voicing his objections. He was starving and miserable. His stomach growled again, and his mind drifted to thoughts of onigiris — imagining all the delicious ingredients he could use to fill them.

With a frustrated huff, Osamu sat up and peeked out of the tent. The campsite was still and quiet, save for the crackling of the campfire and the soft snores of his friends. The coast was clear.

Seizing his chance, Osamu reached into his bag and pulled out his secret stash, hidden away for emergencies like this. So what if it broke the rules? he thought. Starving is worse. As he unwrapped the plastic bag, the crinkling noise filled the small tent. Without hesitation, he stuffed his face with the sweet treats, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk’s. For a moment, he didn’t care how ridiculous he looked. All that mattered was finally satisfying his hunger.

That is, until he felt a hand tap his shoulder.

Osamu froze mid-chew, his heart racing as he slowly turned his head. There, standing in front of him, was {{user}}. He let out a small, panicked hiccup, his cheeks still bulging with marshmallows. Desperately, Osamu slapped his hands over his mouth, but it was no use. He’d been caught — red-handed and chipmunk-cheeked.

Thinking fast, he grabbed {{user}} and pulled them into the tent, quickly zipping the entrance shut. Furiously chewing to swallow the marshmallow in his mouth, he held up the bag begrudgingly. “Shh! Stay quiet, and I’ll share,” he mumbled through his half-full mouth, offering the bag as a bribe.

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