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Lord Miya Osamu [1]

I really wanted to do this in one part but there's a lot I want to give to Lord Osamu. If you read this on my old account - I changed some stuff. If you're new here, welcome, please also check out the other Lords too while you're at it - I have series for Sakusa, Suna, Kita, Atsumu and now Osamu

Warning: none (this chapter); I present you - teasing Osamu

“Lord Miya, I heard your twin married? Are you here to scout your future wife?”

Miya Osamu rolled his eyes at the younger man. He clearly did not want to be here at the noble gathering. His parents had forced him to attend, since his twin, Atsumu has gotten married everyone has been putting pressure onto him too to settle down.

“I suppose, but I would prefer to be at home though.” Osamu answered with a forceful smile.

“I’ve caught a few names,” the young man continues to keep talking, as if Osamu wanted him to. He points to the young woman in the dark magenta kimono, “that’s Lady Uchida, the one next to her is Lady Imai and that last one is Lady Murata.”

Osamu looks at those three women who were just named off and showed no source of interests. They were all young woman who he was clearly not going to even bother engaging himself with.

One thing that Osamu has discovered about himself is that he… preferred older woman. He’s found himself staring at women who were older than him and would only be disappointed… when they’re already married.

He excuses himself from this unknown young man when he spotted his old friend, Lord Ojiro Aran.

“Thank goodness you’re here.” Osamu muttered under his breath. “Do they have any food here?”

When his tall friend didn’t respond to him, Osamu followed his gaze straight across to Lady Matsui Saeko, the only and younger sister of Lord Matsui Satoshi of Tokyo.

Osamu had made acquaintances with Lord Matsui a few times at the ochaya-house in Tokyo but besides that, they went their own ways.

Atsumu calls him a stuck-up punk.

From where Osamu was, he could see the pink blush forming on Lady Matsui’s cheeks. “You fancy Lady Matsui?”

Aran breaks the silent flirtation and coughs, “she’s pretty.”

Osamu scoffs, feeling like a third wheel right now. Ojiro Aran is a shy giant amongst the Miya twins. Atsumu holds the flirtation win for the both of them, but Osamu at least had more experiences than Aran.

He patted his giant buddy on the back, “go talk to her then, I’m going to go find the bathroom.”

. .

Osamu walks out of the washroom right when another person crossed his path. Before he could maneuver, they bumped right into his chest. Her audible gasp is enough for Osamu to know it’s a woman but what really determined it was where his hand was touching, her full chest.

He’s had a fair share of woman to know he is a man who is loves women with big breasts.

She takes a step back, glaring before noticing the crest symbol on his kimono – the Miya family crest that many knew of. She uttered an apology and ducked down to hurry around him.

Osamu caught a glimpse of her face but not enough to his liking and catches her wrist, halting her.

He wanted to see her face.

Her eyes narrow at his grip on her wrist before they look up at his with caution. “My apologies, my Lord. I didn’t mean to crash into you.”

“What is your name?” He asked softly. He doesn’t make it a habit to man-handle woman, absolutely hating it when other men do it, but he was merely inquiring her name.

It was a silent pause and she hesitated before sigh, “I am Lady Miyazaki Y/f/n, chaperone of Lady Matsui Saeko.” Her back straightens and she gave him exactly five seconds to let her words sink in.

Osamu’s brow shot up, stunned to hear she is a chaperone. A chaperone to the woman Aran has his eyes on.

His head tilts and he blink a few times, replaying her words. His eyes scan her face, instantly discovering her beauty. Her skin was fair and porcelain like and her hair was in a simple braid that rested on one side of her shoulder.

Confusion is written all over his face, he couldn’t understand how she is a chaperone.

All the chaperones he’s seen are older woman that are widows.

His eyes drop to her attire, it was a solid dark color, unlike the vibrant and beautiful prints like the other women in the main room. Her sleeve… was short, not long…

It clicked inside Osamu’s head…

She is a widow if she is a chaperone!

His eyes bulge out at her. She looked much too young to be a chaperone… let alone a widow if that’s what she is.

“Chaperone? You look very young to be a chaperone.” He blurted unintentionally.

Her chin tilt upwards and pulls her wrist free, “as far as I am aware, Lord Miya, there is no age nor a certain way a chaperone should look. And to answer you, yes, I am a widow.”

His expression must have given it away. “I’m don’t mean to –"

“It is fine, I can see it on your face, my Lord.” She offers a small smile and bows her head slightly, “I’ll take my leave now, enjoy the rest of your evening.”

. .

Osamu lays in his chamber that night, thoughts running wild to that chaperone.

He ended up staying the whole three hours, just watching as the young chaperone lurked to the side with the other older chaperones. Much older chaperones who made her stick out like a sore thumb.

He would engage in conversations but discreetly continue to glance in her direction. She would occasionally smile and nod her head to whatever the other chaperones were saying to her, and he wanted to badly go and save her – knowing well, she was not interested in whatever they were spewing at her. She did not fit in with the older women.

He engraved her smile into his mind, wishing she turn and smile at him.

He saw her one last time as she stood behind Lady Matsui, waiting for her young lady to finish her conversation with Aran. Osamu steps beside his friend but stared past the young lady to her chaperone who looks at him briefly before lowering her gaze.

“May I see you this week for tea?” Gentleman Aran asked.

“I would love that.” Lady Matsui replied with sparkling eyes. She glances at Osamu and follows his gaze, which was upon her chaperone. “What about you, Lord Miya? Did you meet any future companion tonight?”

Osamu breaks out of his thoughts of trying to get Lady Miyazaki to look at him again. “Ah,” he clears his throat, looking at Aran and Lady Matsui, “yeah, I did but… I think I have my eyes on someone else.”

Aran’s brow hikes at his friend, it made him nervous if Osamu shows any interests in a woman. He might be the calmer twin, but when he has his eyes set on someone or something, he will not stop until he has it. Aran wasn’t blind, he could see the tension between his friend and the chaperone, how they know one another is a mystery to him.

Lady Matsui’s eyes widen, “someone here? Tonight?”

“Correct,” Osamu answered, keeping his eyes on Lady Miyazaki. “I wish to get to know her more.” At that, she looks up to catch his eyes and he smiles.

Osamu tosses and turns, unable to find a peaceful position. His mind wondered to many things. How old is she? How long was she married for before she became a widow? Can she cook? What does she plan to do when Lady Matsui marries?

Like a teenage boy, he couldn’t remember the last time he pinned over a woman like this… or if he ever did pin over a woman to this extent.

His last thoughts before sleep finally took over was, I want to see her again.

. .

Y/n’s ears perked up as she hears Saeko’s say, “oh Lord Miya, you’re here too?”

Looking up her eyes connected with the tall man who comes out from behind Lord Ojiro. “Good evening, Lady Matsui and Lady Miyazaki.”

Y/n bows her head in silent. Since their introduction two times ago, she feels as if there is something up Lord Miya Osamu’s sleeves.

It was unusual for a male who is looking to court to have a tail following him around.

Lord Ojiro sigh, “I hope you don’t mind; I ran into Lord Miya on my way here and he asked to join.”

“Oh, it is fine, perhaps…” Saeko glances at Y/n from the corner of her eyes, “Y/n-san can keep Lord Miya company.”

Y/n turns her head, slightly cocked and looking at Saeko directly in the eyes. “I’m sure Lord Miya will find more interests doing other things than to hang out with an old dowager like –“

“You are not old, my Lady.” Osamu cuts of her off with a charming smile. “If I didn’t know, I would have believed you and Lady Matsui is the same age.”

Saeko lets out a giggle, “Y/n isn’t much older than me, she just likes to act like she is an old lady.” She clapped her hands together, “shall we go down to the night festival?”

. .

“My Lord, you do not need to walk beside me.” Y/n finally addressed, with a quiet tone. After seeing a handful of faces turning in her direction, she needed to clear the air.

They are confused that an unmarried Lord is not only at her side but close to her as well.

When a man has taken interests in a woman, the distance between them shows the desire of closeness of the two.

Y/n has tried to slow her steps, spacing out the distance between them discreetly but Lord Osamu would only close in the distance, smiling down at her innocently.

“What was that?” He shifted himself lower.

She could see the smirk and teasing grin on his face. She cleared her throat, “you do not need to walk beside me. I… I don’t want people to suggest anything about you.”

His eyes scan their surroundings, “tell me who, I’ll talk to them if they have an issue.”

Y/n lets out a soft huff and Osamu’s lips twitched, wanting to smile. “My Lord I do not –“

“Do not fret, Y/n-chan, I’ll make sure no one will speak ill of you.”

She wanted to slap that cheeky grin off his face.

Letting out a deep exhale, she nodded her head and walked ahead without another word. She can feel him trailing behind her.

“Watch out!”

Everything happened so fast, all she could remember was the out-of-control beast running by.

Y/n closed her eyes as she tries to calm her accelerated heart. Her head rests a split second against the soft but firm wall before her eyes shot wide and she looked up.

In the short time that she has gotten to know Lord Miya Osamu, he has always been playful, teasing, and happy. She has yet to see his serious side.

He looks down at her, expression immediately changed. With worried eyes, he asked, “are you okay? That man’s beast is out of control and is going to hurt someone.”

Mesmerized by his soft eyes, Y/n forgotten how it feels to allow a man to look her direction.

Quickly she looked away and pulled away from his arms, clearing her throat. “We should find…” She looks around, “where is Lord Aran? And Lady Saeko?”

. .

It has been twenty minutes since their split and Lord Aran and Lady Matsui is nowhere to be found.

Out of breath, Y/n looks at Lord Miya for assistance when the grin on his face made her narrow her eyes at him. “You…” she points an accusing finger at him, “you’re up to something, aren’t you?”

He raises his hands up in defense, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just as concern as you are… poor… Ojiro… is lost…”

Y/n looks around frustrated. “If I find out you two are… up to something… I will…” she stopped her accusation, remembering who she was talking to. “Help me look for them.”

Osamu hid his amusement; he has never found a frustrated woman so attractive before.

“Y/n!”

Both their heads shot to the right, Osamu heard the sigh of relief and pouted. Though it was not planned, he enjoyed the short-lived alone time with her.

Shaking his head with a small smile on his face, he followed her towards the other couple.

“Where did you guys go?” Y/n asked immediately to Lady Saeko, who glanced up at Osamu for a second.

Osamu winked and looked at Aran who shook his head.

“Where did you guys go?” Lady Saeko asked, “you guys were behind us one second and the next… you guys were gone.”

“This beast got out of control back there and that’s probably where we lost each other,” Y/n answered, “it is late, shall we say good night to Lord Aran and Lord Miya?”

Lady Saeko’s pouted but nodded, “give us a second.”

Y/n nods and she walks towards the tree, giving them space.

Lord Osamu snaps out of the daze and follows Y/n when Aran cleared his voice.

Osamu stood a few feet away from Y/n just watching other couples chat and gaze lovingly at one another. A sudden rush of feelings hit him.

How alone he was.

It wasn’t that the thought never crossed him, he just never thought much about finding a significant other.

Until his twin married, then he realized that he too has reached the age of settling down.

“Lord Miya.”

Turning his head, Y/n stepped closer to him, her hands clasped together. “I… I just want to say I’m sorry about earlier. My accusation towards you.” She bowed her head, “I’m sorry.”

His eyes widen for a split second.

He noticed the pink in her cheek and felt pleased at the tingling feeling within him.

Osamu couldn’t help but blurted, “you can make it up to me?”

He was pushing his luck when he saw her eyes flash and was about to say he was just joking when she quietly responded, “what can I do to make it up to you, my Lord?”

. .

Y/n smiles and nods her head, continuing to peel an apple for the both of them as Saeko talked her ears off about Lord Aran in the main room.

“He’s just so… such a gentleman.” She sighs deeply, “I can’t wait to marry him.”

“Saeko,” Y/n splits the apple in half, hold one half out to her. “Don’t get too carried away now…” Saeko snatches the apple and there’s a look on her face that made Y/n freeze. “What is up with that look?”

“What about Lord Miya Osamu?”

Y/n lets out a scoff, “there is nothing going on between Lord Miya and I.”

Saeko rolls her eye, “it doesn’t look like that…” she scoots closer to the older woman, “do you seriously not see Lord Miya smitten by you? His eyes are only on you the last –“

“Saeko,” Y/n says her name with a warning. “Lord Miya is much too young for me.”

She snorted, muttering “too young.” A brow lifts, “why do you act like that?”

Y/n frown, “act like what?”

“Like you’re not lonely.”

“Because I’m not lonely…”

“That is a lie. You got a taste of love; don’t you miss it?”

Y/n looks away, “I miss your brother. He is the only one I miss.”

“But you must move on, right? Tadashi would have wanted that too?”

“I’m not ready yet… and Lord Miya… he… he is just flirting. It is all a game to him –“

One of the Matsui servant stands at the doorway with a small box. “This just arrived.”

“Who is it for?” Saeko pipped, standing up to reach for the box. She reads the writing on the tag and her face expression changes. Her brows perk up as she looks straight at Y/n, “it’s for you.”

“For me?” Y/n frown, “are you sure?”

Saeko hands it over, “yes, Ms. Miyazaki Y/n.” Her tone made Y/n narrow her eyes and Saeko wink, “from Lord Miya Osamu.”

. .

Lord Aran marries Lady Matsui five weeks later, skipping the tradition of first proposal, then engagement and finally, wedding.

Osamu couldn’t thank his friend enough. Now this made it easier for him to approach and have some privacy with Lady Miyazaki without her pulling the excuse of having to chaperone Lady Matsui.

Osamu had pestered Aran to allow him to tag along on their dates, claiming he is keeping Lady Miyazaki company while he engages with Lady Matsui.

“I’m just going to keep Lady Miyazaki company,” he assured for the many times after Aran giving him a suspicious look.

“She’s just a chaperon, you know?”

“I know.”

“Will your parents be okay with it?”

“We’ll find out when we cross that bridge.”

Osamu attends the wedding ceremony and the first person he searches for is Lady Miyazaki.

Which he found easily. She was beside Lady Matsui and her parents.

As if she could sense him, she looks up catches his eyes.

Osamu winks and steps up to greet the groom and bride. “Congratulations Lord Aran and Lady Aran, wishing you two a graceful life with nothing but love and joy.”

He turns towards the Matsui family and bows before doing the same with the Aran family.

Osamu take his place with his mother and father as guest continues to arrive and greet the groom and bride. His eyes remain on Lady Miyazaki who refuses to look at him throughout the time.

He looked away for one second and when he looks up, she was gone. He excused himself and quickly searched for her knowing she had exit out the door that was closest to her. He catches her turn around the corner and hurries after her.

“Lady Miyazaki,” he calls out perfectly loud and clear, knowing she heard him. “Lady Miya… zaki,” he called again, emphasizing on the Miya part of her surname.

It had dawned on him one night in bed that she already had part of his surname already.

She spins around, and fury is burning in her eyes and Osamu froze in place. Heart beating fast and loud against his chest.

God she’s beautiful mad, he thought to himself.

She marches towards him, “what do you want?” she grits, no formality.

“I just want to know where you are going,” he answered innocently.

“I don’t know nor care what you are up to, Miya-san but whatever it is, you better stop it right now.”

Osamu’s cock twitched inside of his pants at her calling him Miya-san. If she weren’t so mad at him, he would have begged her to say it one time.

“I just want to talk to you.” He gives her puppy eyes.

“What could you and I possibly talk about?!” She squeezes her eyes shut while inhaling, trying to calm herself. She exhales deeply, “Lord Miya, thank you for the sweets and hair pin you have gifted me, but this has got to stop.” She pinches the bridge of her nose, “I have been far too nice and hoped you would find no interest in me after some time, but it doesn’t seem like it.” She inhales sharply. “I’m only going to tell you this once, you need to refrain from flirting with me, it is not acceptable.”

At each true accusation she made at him, his smile grew bigger. “But you like them, right?”

She was about to strangle him but instead, she spun her heels and walked away.

Osamu sighs softly. He knows he takes his teasing too far sometimes, but he can’t help it when she reacts in a way that makes him want to tease her even more.

She didn’t move very far because he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. Her eyes bulge out, realizing that if anyone walked by this moment it would not look appropriate.

The more she struggled to escape out of his arms the tighter he held onto her.

“Stop. Just listen to me.”

She learned quickly that it was no use fighting or arguing with him and ceased her struggling. “Fine,” she breathes, shutting her eyes and exhaling slowly.

Osamu swallows, this is the closest he’s been to her face, and she looked absolutely stunning. Possibly the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

Her eyes open, “what is it –”

He kissed her.

Osamu took advantage and slipped his tongue inside her mouth, letting it touch hers. His grip on her wrists tightens as she tries to free herself.

It only took the next second for her to melt against him, to surrendering to his touch.

He moans when she kisses him back just as eagerly with the same amount of fire.

He backs her against the side of the house, pressing himself against her. He breaks away from her lips, panting for air. She is the same, but her eye slowly open, staring into his.

If he isn’t wrong, she looks as if he just kissed her to heaven.

Her lips slightly ajar, as if silently pleading for more.

And Osamu’s lips hover over hers, silently asking for permission this time.

He is surprised when she tilts her head and kisses him.

And he takes it.

He kisses her passionately and breaks away to trail kisses along her jaw and to her neck, she willingly tilts her head, offering herself. Her soft whimpers are music to his ears, and it drove him crazy. His hand is gripping her kimono tightly, wanting nothing more than to rip it off.

A loud thud startles them, and someone was fumbling around the corner.

Y/n gasp and shoves him away, catching him off guard. He stumbled backwards hitting the railing and flipping over onto the bushes.

. .

He’s been searching for her for the past twenty minutes. After he got himself out of the bush, he got lost trying to find his way back onto the porch to get into the house that he ended climbing over the railings. He went back into the main room, seeing the newly wedded couples but no sign of Y/n.

“’Samu-san, you’re still here?” Aran called, shocked to see his friend whom he thought left.

Osamu, out of breath nods his head, “yeah – I… I just stepped out for a second.”

Lady Matsui, now Lady Aran, motioned her hand for Osamu to come closer. “Where is Y/n?”

“I don’t know, I was going to ask you.” Osamu whispered back.

Osamu remembers the moment Lady Aran confronted him if the someone he referred to was Lady Miyazaki.

He didn’t deny it.

“Lady Miyazaki married my cousin from my mother’s side in Miyagi. They grew up together, but Tadashi had a lifelong illness, and we knew he… he wouldn’t have much time left after he turned eighteen.” She continued explaining that they married young and that she spent the last eight-months by his side. “I believe she truly loved Tadashi but… she still young, she still has a long time to go. She shouldn’t be alone.”

Y/n had refused to move back into her family home. After her husband’s death she continue to live with his family until the Matsui family asked if she would like to be Lady Saeko’s chaperone.

“Many mistaken her as my sister which is why she decided to change her entire wardrobe so everyone would know, she is a married woman and a widow.”

Lady Aran shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, “I haven’t seen her for a while now.”

Osamu nods and excuses himself. He walks around the compound searching for her and found no sight of her.

His frustration was beginning to show until sees her crouched down and handing something to three small toddlers. The smile on her face softens and washed away the anxiety in him.

If only she would smile like that towards him.

As he got closer, he sees what she’s handing the children and sticks his hand out, “can I have one too?”

Four pair of eyes look up to him.

The little girl was startled by his stature and dropped her food. Her gaze snaps down at her feet and back up at him and her eyes immediately teared up.

“Oh, it’s okay,” Y/n assured but the little girl began to cry. She looked up at Osamu with a glare silently saying look what you did.

“Sorry,” he mutters, scratching the back of his head. He watches Y/n tell her she’ll make her a new one and guided the children towards the kitchen.

With no shame, he followed them.

He watched along with the children as she quickly makes a onigiri replacement and hands it to the little girl, “here you go.”

For the second time, his hand is out, “what about me?”

Lady Miyazaki ignores him until one of the little boys looks between the two adults. “Y/n-chan, he wants one too.”

Osamu’s lips curve, winking at the boy.

A soft sigh escapes her lips, and she begins grabbing ingredients and patting it together before holding it out to him to take. She doesn’t look at him, so Osamu grabs her wrist and takes a bite out of the onigiri from her fingers.

The eyes of the children widen at the two adults.

“What are you doing?” Y/n whispers loud enough for him to hear.

He holds her wrist still and groans while chewing. He plucks the remaining out of her hand. “This is really good.”

One of the children makes a weird noise before turning their heels and the other two followed quietly.

Y/n was about to make a dash for it when Osamu catches her by the elbow. “Hold on,” he chuckles at her death glare.

Her expression changes immediately when she looks at him weirdly.

He stares at her confused. “Is there something on my face?”

She frowns and sighs, “how do you not know you are bleeding on your cheek?”

He was? Osamu reaches to touch his cheek and his finger stained with nothing.

“It’s dried now.” She pulls her elbow out of his grasp and walks around him. Osamu watches quietly as she pulls out box. “Sit,” she orders, pointing to the chair.

His cock twitch inside of his Hakama pants. Immediately, he sits in the chair she pointed to, finishing the rest of the onigiri in one bite. Silently, he watches her rummage through the box of medical supplies.

She pours some water into a metal bowl and dips the gauze in water before standing before him.

Even though he’s sitting down, his face was eye leveled with her breasts.

She tilts his chin gently upward and dabs gauze right below his right eye.

He truly didn’t know this scratch existed and couldn’t be more thankful of it.

If it meant having her touch him, he’d gladly take any scratch anytime and anywhere.

Her touch is gentle, and she is so engrossed that she doesn’t realize that he has pulled her in between his legs and his fingers resting faintly behind her knees.

“Sorry,” she whispers, wiping the dry blood away. Though it was a scrape, she still felt terrible.

She stepped away from him to grab something out of the aid box, Lord Osamu sighed in disappointment but immediately perked up when she steps in between his legs again. She applies an ointment on the scratch and at last, looks down into his eyes. She blinks and steps away, but he holds her still, locking his arm beneath her bottom.

She panics and pushes against his shoulders, but he holds her still. She looks around, seeing no one nearby, “let me go,” she whispered.

“I like you, Lady Miyazaki.” He tells her sincerely. “I am very attracted to you.”

She ignored him, continuing to get out of his hold.

But he wasn’t going to let that happen.

He tightened his hold on her until she submitted.

“Lord Miya, please let me go.” When he doesn’t bulge, she sighs, almost defeatedly. “You cannot like me; I am a widow.”

The smile on his face tells her he didn’t care. “You can do better than that.” When she doesn’t find humor in his comment, he lets out a soft sigh, “I don’t care. I don’t care that you’re a widow or anything else.”

“Well, you should!” she snaps but her eyes soften. “You are a single nobleman; you are still young, and you should not waste your time on me.” Her voice fades, “I’m not fit for you.”

“Look at me.” Slowly, her eyes look down into his. “I get to decide who is fit for me and I know you are.”

“There are many suitable Ladies out there that are better fit for you.” Her eyes drop to his lips, and she remembers how they felt against hers. “Why are you even pursing me, Osamu-san?” her voice was barely a whisper. Her eyes softens as she tells him quietly, “I have already given myself to my late husband, therefore I’m not fit for you even if I wanted to be with you.”

That was all he needed to hear. That she wants to be with him too.

His thumb draws along her jawline. “I don’t care if you are a widow or already given yourself to your late husband.” His thumb runs along her lower lip, “I will accept you as long as you accept me.”

Osamu hated that he could not hear her thoughts nor read her expression.

It was the longest minute of his life, felt like an eternity.

His heart nearly stopped when she nods her head. “If you accept me, then I… accept you too.”

He leaps onto his feet and towers over her small petite body. He tilts her head back and kisses her lips.

Their lips synchronize together, and he smiles when he hears her sharp inhale when nips her lower lip.

Her hands grasp the collars of haori, and she moans softly into his mouth. She hasn’t been kissed like this in almost three years, her body heating up like never before.

They both pull away, catching their breaths.

She feels his heartbeat underneath her palm, beating hard and fast.

For her.

Her eyes meet his and for the first time, she smiles and breaks out into a chuckle.

Osamu’s heart is ready to explode at the sight of her smile.

He opened his mouth to ask her what is funny when a few gasps have them pulling away from each other to look and see the three previous children and a few more different faces. “We are hungry too...”

Osamu is beside Y/n making onigiri with her for the four other children that’s waiting patiently for some food.

He peeks at her and nudges her gently, “what are you going to do now that Lady Aran is married now?”

“Sleep in?” She answers after a few seconds.

Osamu smiles like a fool in love, he’s getting flustered with her relaxed persona.

“Remember when… you said you’ll make it up to me…” She raises a brow at him. “May I take you up on that request?”

“Yes, you may.” She answers softly.

“Would I be able to meet you tomorrow evening?”

She looks up at him. “Where shall I meet you?”

He smiles, dimple appearing on his left cheek, “I will be honor to come fetch you if you need a guide outdoor?”

For the first time in her life, she didn’t hesitate. “I’d like that.”

. .

Though they weren’t going to meet until closer to the evening, Y/n spent the entire day choosing the right outfit.

“You should choose the yellow one.” Spinning around, Y/n is greeted by Lady Matsui, Saeko’s mother. “Are you going out?” She enters her room and slides the door close behind her.

“Yes, aunty.” Y/n answers quietly, turning her body towards the person who has treated her like a daughter than a guest during her entire stay.

“Is this person you’re meeting… Lord Miya Osamu?” She had curiosity written all over her face. When Y/n inhales sharply, the older woman continued to tease her. “I know when a man is in love. I see his eyes on you following you everywhere you go.”

Y/n exhales softly, “yes, it is Lord Osamu.”

“Come here,” she waves her fingers at Y/n to come closer. “Do not punish yourself for thinking you cannot have a second time at love. Tadashi would have wanted you to move on. And you should. There is so much life ahead of you – do not live alone.” A hand pats Y/n’s head in a loving motherly manner. “Though… Lord Osamu… was not who I imagine you go for but… I won’t stop you.”

Y/n looks up, a smile on her lips. “I tried to not be swayed by him, aunty, but I can’t stop my heart.”

“And you shouldn’t.”

Y/n waits outside the Matsui’s gates dressed in a light-yellow kimono.

She had gotten so used to wearing black attires that it felt strange to wear anything else.

“You look wonderful.”

She looks up to see Lord Miya stand a few feet away in a very similar color kimono. He walks over and her mouth curve into a shy smile.

“Ready?”

She nodded and followed beside him.

“I hope you don’t have a curfew?” He inquired softly.

Y/n shook her head, looking up at him and then the night. The night was dark with the brewing clouds that even the moon didn’t have the chance to shine. She frowns, “I hope it doesn’t rain.”

“Don’t jinx it please.”

“By the time you think of something to write, your brush would be dried.”

Breakout out of her zone, she looks at Osamu and then the brush between her fingers. “Oh…” She dabs the tip back into the ink. “I’m just having trouble writing a message.”

He smiles, “don’t think too much, just write what comes to you.” He already had his message written and his lantern is lit – ready to launch.

Y/n looks down at her lantern again and her hand begins scribbling.

With you, I’ll be okay.

Osamu smiles as he assists with her lantern.

“Ready?” He holds his lantern as she held hers, she nods and together, they lifted their lanterns, guiding it until it lifts off their hands.

They watched the lanterns float higher and higher.

Osamu’s hand nudged hers before sliding his hand to interlace their fingers. His heart pound loudly as he anticipated she would pull her hand away, but she didn’t.

She squeezed his hand in return, tightening her hold.

Osamu thinks he’s dreaming.

Dreaming that Y/n is sitting across from him, belly laughing at his stories about his childhood.

Dreaming that Y/n is smiling at him.

Dreaming that Y/n is giving him this opportunity he never thought would be possible.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” The smile on her face makes Osamu’s heart melt. She reaches a hand out to touch the pouring rain from the window. “It’s raining really hard tonight.”

The rain came down hard and heavy that Osamu and Y/n ran to the nearest shelter that happened to be a local restaurant. They ordered some food and ate waiting for the rain to pass.

Y/n turns to look at Osamu, “is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked for the second time, touching her face. Her cheeks blushing under his intense gaze.

“You’re so beautiful, that’s why.” She looks down at her tea that’s cool now. He angles his head to look at her face that was a darker shade of pink.

Osamu opened his mouth but was interrupted by a man barging into the restaurant, muddy from head to toe. “Help! Help! There’s a mudslide!”

Y/n’s knuckles are white from clenching so hard. Osamu had left with the other men to help assist with the mudslide and it’s been over thirty minutes.

She was about to run out there herself when they returned, all muddy.

Osamu was unrecognizable with all the mud smeared on him. He makes his way to her and cracks a smile with his arms open wide. “Hug?”

Y/n chewed nervously on her lower lip. She stood by the window waiting for Osamu to return from the bath house.

The heavy rain showed no signs of stopping and they were too far out to make it back home. Due to the high demands, Osamu was only able to rent one room with one futon.

She had changed into the yukata that was provided and taken Osamu’s dirty clothes to clean them.

For the fifth time, she fixed the clothes so they would air dry hopefully by the morning.

Her fingers run across the Miya crest on the collar of his Haori.

“You know you already have half my surname, right?”

She spun around to see Osamu standing against the wall in his yukata, loosely around his frame.

She swallowed and looked away, “I am aware, yes.” She steps away from his clothing and points to the futon, “you can have the futon, my Lord.”

His brows knitted, ”are we back to that again? My Lord?” he mimics. He stands in front of her in a few long strides. “May I ask you, Lady Miya… zaki…” his knuckles graze her jaw. His breath hitched when she leaned into his touch, looking up at him. “At first, you intrigued me to no ends. Your reactions to my teasing only made me want to tease you even more. I never…” An arm wraps around her waist to pull her closer. “I never thought you allow or even let me get close to you like this.” His hand closest to her face tilts her chin upward. His lips near hers, “does it scare you… like it scares me?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“I am a hot-blooded man and I’m trying everything in my powers to not forget I am a gentleman, and I should probably sleep outside –“

“I don’t want that…”

The tip of his nose rubs hers, his lips hovering just over hers. “What do you want?” he asked huskily.

Her answer takes him by surprise.

“You.” She pecks his lips. “Just you.”

He allowed her lips to move over his before he pulls back, letting out a frustrated groan. “I didn’t understand why Ojiro was in such a hurry to wed Lady Matsui but…” he knocks his forehead gently with hers. "I think I understand now.” His lips hover over hers and his face grimace of pain, “I will not survive the night until morning if I don’t stay elsewhere.”

“Where do you wish to stay?”

“If I had my way, with you.”

“Then stay with me.”

He lets out a sigh, “I cannot trust myself with you, love.”

She pulls him closer by the collar of his yukata. “I need you.”

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fishes of the same pond

synopsis. a book. a boy. a shelf at the empty side of the library. and a sweet little spin of fate with romance and some pining. what could go wrong?

pairing. miya osamu x gn!reader.

genre. one-shot; fluff; angst; strangers/idiots to lovers; college au; fake-dating au.

word count. 12.5k (i know, i’m sorry)

warnings. swearing; miya dialect lmao; reader and osamu are both idiots.

author’s notes. this fic follows the japanese school year, not to be confused with an american school year! goes from april to the next year in march, with breaks in between :)

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Your day was not going well. You overslept, the coffee shop was filled to the brim with teenagers(the barista said something about high schools taking a field trip to Tokyo), and you forgot to bring the printed copy of your essay into class for English.

(You were lucky it was your best subject.)

And now here you were, the bell ringing as you packed up your laptop and textbook in your Economics class. You sighed, the weather was surely getting hotter. Soon you'd have to put the sweater vests you liked wearing in the depths of your closet and pull out t-shirts instead. Spring break had just finished, and here you were in your second year in college. It was April, and school had just started this month.

You threw your backpack over your shoulder, brushing your hair away from your face with your hands as you walked down the stairs. You were going to head to the library now to finish up a few projects and get some reading done. It was usually fairly empty during this time of the day as classes just finished. People would start piling in here in an hour or two, so you think you'll have some free time before you can head to your part-time job.

You hang your backpack by its straps on a chair before heading to a part of the library which isn't frequently visited. Your eyes dart around the section, and then you see it. You get on your tippy-toes, your hand touching the spine of the book. The glossy cobalt finishing of it feels good against your fingers. You huff as you jump a little, not being able to pull the book from its spot.

Who made these shelves? You think angrily, They're made for athletes and brutes, not for people with average height.

You narrow your eyes, before jumping yet again. But then someone is behind you, and a larger hand is reaching for the same book you are. You turn around, confused and eyebrows furrowed. A boy with grey hair stands there, holding the book you want, as he asks, "The other one got checked out already, ya think ya can lend this to me for a bit?"

He's pretty, you ponder.

"I-um, I actually don't have much of it left to read. Only around twenty pages," you mumble, awkwardly fiddling with your fingers as you look at him. He's easy on the eyes, really. Hooded grey eyes that match his kind of disheveled grey hair, figure well-built, voice deep—

"Oh," he says, "I'll sit with ya then, you can finish up 'n I'll take it with me after. Sound good?"

You blink out of it, "U-uh yeah, sure."

Problem is, you have absolutely zero idea what he just said. He hands you the book, and you thank him before walking to your table in the corner. And he follows you. Your eyes widen when he sits on the chair in front of you. He pulls out his laptop before beginning typing, while you just sit there and watch him work. And for a second, his eyes drift from his screen to yours, "Aren't ya gonna read the book?"

(Why was he sitting here again? And why was his dialect so cute?)

You nod hesitantly, gulping on air as you pick up the book. How were you supposed to focus when a boy(who was so beautiful even the girls were probably jealous of him) sat in front of you and casually talked to you? It's not like this is your first interaction with a good-looking person, you've had plenty of them before. Hell, your best friends are some of the most attractive people you know. There was something different about this boy though, you feel like you've seen him somewhere and couldn't quite place it. You let out a shaky breath before finishing your book as hurriedly as you can.

And as you close it, he smiles at you. His flamingo pink lips curl, and he thanks you, "I'm Miya Osamu, by the way."

"[L/N] [Y/N]."

He nods, "Thanks, I'll see ya later."

You hoped not. This exchange was awkward enough already.

The next day, you run into Miya Osamu.

Quite literally. You were afraid of being late for your English lecture because the Professor had told you that he was going to let you submit the essay you had forgotten yesterday. You were rummaging through your backpack, and then you bumped into someone's broad chest. And then you fell on your bum, in the middle of the fucking corridor. You get some stares from the people passing by.

Why did today have to suck too? You mentally whine.

"Shit, 'm so sorry!" the person in front of you expresses, and helps you stand up.

(Wait a minute. That voice sounds too familiar.)

"[Y/N]?" Miya Osamu stares at you, blinking every few seconds as you pant, "Hi, Osamu."

"You have English right now too?" he asks, pointing to the door. You nod, "Wait, what do you mean 'too'?"

"I'm in this class," he says, smiling. You blink a few times, processing the information as you repeat what he just said like a parrot, "You're in this class."

"Yes," he nods, "Apparently you need English to become a business student."

He was studying business too?! You seriously wanted to slam your head into the wall. How was this boy, that you were sure you knew from somewhere, in the same classes as you and studied the same thing you did? And why was he so pretty?

The first bell rang, signaling that you had around a minute to get inside before you were officially late. You gave Osamu a tight-lipped smile as you say, "Gotta go" in a hurried yet hushed tone. He only nods, following you inside(just like how he followed you to your table yesterday). You hand the professor your five-thousand-word essay before walking to your seat in the third row. You glance back for a minute, only to find out that Osamu sits two rows behind you.

(Maybe that's why you never noticed him.)

The professor begins talking about a big project, and you zone out for most of it. And then at the end, you manage to get a crucial detail. Your ears perk up, and your eyes widen as you hear your professor say, "I forgot to mention that this project is fifteen percent of your final grade, and you will need a partner for it as well. It's not due until the end of the year because you have around five or six very long books to sample and/or write reports for, and I will be assigning those in the following week. Make sure to get someone to partner up with you once class is over."

Crap.

Why did the English class need to have partners? Your friends aren't in this class, and even if one of them is, his lecture was the first one of the day. He's probably on the other side of campus right now. Damn it, Akaashi.

The lecture drones on for around forty-five minutes before you're dismissed. You're packing up your things again, thinking about how you're going to get a partner in this class. You don't even know anyone here. Your friends are either in different colleges or in different lectures. School just started anyway, and if everyone else partners up with someone then you'll be left alone.

"[Y/N]," you hear a voice beside you. You blink profusely before shaking yourself out of your thoughts, "Wanna partner up with me?"

You look up, and Miya Osamu is standing right there. Besides your desk, tapping his foot, looking as ethereal as ever. You swear your breath hitches in your throat, and he continues, "I gotta warn ya though, 'm not really good at English. I just need this class for one year. You might have to tutor me or somethin'."

You nod, standing up with your backpack, "Alright, I guess... I guess we can be partners."

Something about Miya Osamu's presence was comforting. He seemed to understand you were scared of talking to him, so he would ask you yes or no questions and then make conversations himself. Most of these topics involved food for some reason—you didn't question it, you were talking to him in broken words now, some shyness falling away when he talked about your favorite foods. You were in the library again, skimming through a few bookshelves to find a new book. Osamu followed you there, talking to you in a hushed tone to get to know you better. The two of you were going to work together for this project after all, so why not become friends, or acquaintances while you're at it? You mentally thanked him for trying more than you, even though he seemed like the quiet type. You're putting the book in your bag after checking it out as he asks, "Why are you studying business?"

"I wanna open a restaurant someday," you say, "Or some kind of coffee shop, I don't know. Like some place to make people comforted and also pleased with the environment."

"Oh," he ponders for a moment, "I'm studying so I can open a restaurant too."

(Oh come on, how many more things were you supposed to share with this guy? First, your classes. Now, your dreams too? Ugh.)

"Really?" you murmur, "Can I ask you why?"

It's not like you don't want to know. You do, really. He's pretty, and he looks like he's been on some sports team his whole life. You don't understand why someone like him would want to do anything with opening a restaurant. His eyes are like two pools of the sea in a storm. If you could look in them, stare at them, you could probably see the little white specks resemble lightning.

"My whole life I grew up playin' volleyball. My brother loved it. It was like his whole life revolved around it too. People didn't like 'im up until high school when he started flirtin' around and colored his hair. And I guess somewhere in the middle-uv all that, I learned how to cook 'n fell in love with it. When my brother was in the gym durin' the weekends havin' no life whatsoever, I was experimentin' in the kitchen. And then I didn't wanna live in my brother's shadow anymore so I told him that, we fought 'n now 'm here. Studyin' 'cause I want my own restaurant- wait. I rambled, didn't I?" he sheepishly asks, rubbing the back of his neck. His dialect was more profound now, and it was attractive to hear him talking in it. It seems he grows more into it when he's excited or lost in thought. You smiled at him, a ghost of a giggle escaping your lips, "I guess you did."

"Sorry."

"No no, don't be," your eyes crinkle as you set the books down on the table, "It was kinda cute. I don't mind. My reason's more depressing, anyway."

"Ya don't have to tell me about it," his eyes feel gentle as they look back at yours. His stormy grey eyes are surely growing on you because you want him to keep staring at you. Sadly the split-second comes to an end as he asks, "Wait, we don't have the books for the assigned reading yet. What are we doin' here?"

"Remember when you said your English was weak?" you ask, pulling out a binder from your backpack. You open it, skipping the first few pages before you continue, "I'm good at it, maybe I can help you for a bit until we have to do the project. Because we're gonna have to split up work later and the reports need to flow together well. So, I thought I could help you, and it'll be like revising the material for me."

You genuinely don't know where this newfound confidence is coming from. Alright, maybe it wasn't newfound. You just felt at ease with Osamu. There was something about his presence that made you feel more comfortable than you have ever been. He didn't seem like the extroverted type, but he still made an effort to talk to you and keep up with the conversation even when you didn't put anything on the table.

"R-really?" he stammers, "You'd do that?"

You nod.

"I gotta warn ya though, I'm broke and I won't be able to pay ya for the lessons," he says, "Me and my brother live in a small one-room 'round three blocks away, 'n we both work to pay the rent."

"That won't be a problem," you laugh, "You don't have to pay me."

"You sound more and more unreal with every sentence that comes out of yer mouth."

"Let me get this straight, Miya Osamu is in your English class. And he's getting tutored by you for free. And you think he's hot."

"No, I was speaking in French and I said that I have a hot date tonight. What else do you think, dumbass?" you raised an eyebrow. Kuroo only shakes his head as he smirks at you, sipping from his beer. Akaashi sits next to you, shaking his head at the exchange. Until Bokuto speaks up, "Wait, the Miya Osamu?"

"You know him?" you ask, voice louder than before. Kuroo starts laughing, and honestly, everyone else does too. Kenma lets out a giggle, even though he continues playing Mario Kart on his Playstation. Akaashi shakes his head again, but this time with a small chuckle, "Come on, guys. It's not like I asked you the most obvious question in the world."

"You kinda did," Kenma's eyes crinkle, "Everyone knows the Miya twins."

Wait. The Miya twins?!

"No fucking way," you murmur, "No fucking way! I knew he sounded familiar!"

"Can you not scream in my ear, please?" Akaashi deadpans, "I'm pretty sure Kuroo and Bokuto know a lot about him anyway, they were usually the ones to talk to them the most. Bokuto is in the same program as Atsumu for volleyball coaching too."

"Oh yeah, Osamu stopped doing volleyball," Kuroo perks up, "Something about a restaurant, I don't know. But Atsumu's still one of the best setters I know."

"So tell us more about you finding him hot," Bokuto wiggles his eyebrows, "Are you gonna give us details?"

"Literally nothing happened between us," you narrow your eyes, "I'm tutoring him. That's all."

"Maybe you should ask him to cook you food. That's top tier romance right there," Kuroo ruffles your hair as he gets up to walk to the fridge. You reckon he's going there for more beer, but he pulls out a frozen pizza instead.

You huff, "Maybe I will."

You hate the fact that you run into Miya Osamu in the library during lunch break the very next day.

His eyes glimmer when they land on you, and the sandwich you had taken a bite out of mere seconds before feels as dry as the Sahara desert in your mouth as soon as you spot him.

He walks over, putting his bag on the floor next to his chair as he says, "How's yer day been so far?"

You roll your eyes at the question, "Like it always is. Crappy. The lady at the coffee shop made my drink too sweet, and then I tripped on the way to my first lecture."

He laughs—and boy is it melodic. You swear this is what heaven feels like when you enter it because no way in hell(Sorry, God.) can someone sound this beautiful while laughing. Damn you, Miya.

"Here," he hands you an onigiri. You stare at it for a second, before hesitantly taking it from him, "What about you?"

"I finished eating my lunch already. Packed an extra for my idiot brother, but he ate from his girlfriend's lunch," Osamu's face becomes sour when he mentions his brother's girlfriend, but it only lasts a split second. He then looks over at the book in front of you, "Oh, is that Shakespeare?"

You hum, "At least one of Shakespeare's plays are going to be in our report, might as well read through a few, right?"

"You're somethin' else," he shakes his head, giving you a shy smile, "Seriously, if I paid attention in English instead of writing down recipes in my journal, I'd probably be better off."

And that was the moment you took a bite out of Osamu's onigiri. You are so sure that you made a weird sound as you gulped, but he only winces as he asks, "Is it bad?"

"Are you kidding?" you furrow your eyebrows, "It's the opposite!"

"Really?" he perks up, "I've been tryin' out new ingredients, and I usually test 'em on 'Tsumu because I don't care if he gets an upset stomach."

"This should be your payment for my lessons, holy shit," you say, taking another bite. He chortles, and you only blink at him before he points at his nose. You tilt your head in confusion before he reaches his left hand to your face and picks something off the top of your nose, "You had a rice speck on yer nose."

Your face heats up and you can swear you want to die in a hole right about now. You also wish he fed you the rice speck, because that would've been oddly sexual. But before you could finish that thought, your mouth speaks on its own, "T-thanks."

"Y'know what?" Osamu says, "Done deal, 'm gonna bring ya lunch every day in the library. How 'bout that?"

"Sounds great, Miya," you say, a shy yet inviting smile taking over your lips.

A few weeks pass. Now that your professor has assigned you the said books and plays, you spend an awful lot of your time with Osamu. He brings you your lunch at the library every day, and you find everything he makes delicious. Seriously, if this boy ends up becoming a chef, his restaurant's going to be filled with the entire city. If not, the entire country.

And every woman—and man, to be honest. He's too pretty for just women to fall for him—that walks through the doors of his restaurant is probably going to ogle at him the entire time she's there. Your spine shuddered at the thought.

Not to mention, Osamu doesn't just spend his lunch-time with you. No, he also spends after-school hours with you(whenever you're free, that is) learning English and reading Shakespeare. Sometimes you study in the library, or in the coffee shop that apparently both of you visited in the mornings. The only difference was that he ordered a chai and you liked coffee more.

"Okay, okay," Osamu laughs, "Lemme read the part. 'But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhousèd free condition put into circumscription and confine for the sea’s worth. But look, what lights come yond?'. Did I say that right?"

"Good job!" you clap, "Your next pastry's on me, okay?"

"Might do my work more seriously if ya start buyin' me pastries for every time I pronounce somethin' right," he jokes. You throw him a playful glare before you say, "Okay wait, I'm gonna send you some audio files for practice so you can listen to them and multi-task, okay? It'll make it easier, so you don't have to carry around the whole script for Othello around all the time."

"Yer sayin' 'm supposed ta listen ta this crap instead of music while cookin' or runnin'?" he raises an eyebrow. You nod, "Or, save some time before sleeping and practice in front of a mirror. This is more awkward and cringy, though."

"Cookin’ and runnin’ it is!" he exclaims.

Another week passes. You're on your shift at the local bakery when Osamu walks in.

He doesn't notice you just yet, and you take the chance to swiftly attempt to walk into the kitchen. There's another person on the other side of the counter, so even if Osamu wants to place an order, they'll probably step in for you. You glance behind you, and just as you're about to turn the corner, you hear your name.

"[Y/N]?"

Shit. He saw you.

"H-hey," you mutter, turning slowly. Your lips hold a wobbly smile, and your hand raises and hangs in the air awkwardly. You walk up to the register, and a small smirk falls on the younger Miya's lips. He quirks an eyebrow at you, "So you work here, huh?"

"Place your order," you ignore his statement and grit your teeth, "What would you like to order today?"

"Never been here before, recommend me somethin'," he chuckles, "I try out random bakeries and coffee shops once in a while."

You hum, a small grin falling on your face, "Well, we did just finish freezing a fresh batch of cheesecakes. Pick one and I'll serve it for you."

"Ya got strawberry?" he smiles. You nod, clicking the option on the register, "When's your shift end?"

You ponder for a moment, thinking whether or not you want to answer the question. Who are you even kidding? Of course, you do. You check your wristwatch, "Um, ten minutes."

"'Kay so make that two slices, and bring it ta me in ten minutes. Along with yerself," he says. Your face heats up as random erotic thoughts fill your brain; Osamu and you, right here in front of everyone, and his lips nibbling on your—

"Are ya okay?"

You cough, covering your face with one hand to hide your embarrassment. He gives you a cheeky smile before seating himself in a window seat, and waves at you from his spot once he's settled. You shake your head.

God, he's going to be the death of you.

A few more people walk in, and you place their orders as Osamu watches you fondly from his seat. His face is resting on his palm, that's supported by his elbow on the table. His backpack is hanging off the chair, and he pretends to stare at his phone whenever you look back.

You could've sworn he was looking at you, though. It felt like his eyes were drilling holes through you, and you were sweating more than usual due to all the built-up nervousness. That asshole.

The alarm on your digital watch rings, and you quickly turn it off before walking inside the kitchen. A heavy sigh comes out of your lips as you remove your apron, and pick up the two plates on the table before walking outside. Osamu shifts in his seat as you approach the table and sit in front of him, "Stop smiling like that, idiot."

"Like what?" he sheepishly asks, "Is smilin’ illegal now?"

You shake your head as you tell him to eat his cheesecake, "So."

You had never really been alone with him for anything other than your stupid project. And lunch was usually spent talking about the project or practicing English together, so this felt new.

"I forgot to tell ya, I finished learnin' all the recordings," he says, taking a spoonful of cheesecake in his mouth, "Also, this is really good."

"This bakery's pretty authentic, you know. And sometimes if stuff gets left over, they let us take it home for free. There's been times when me and my roommate, Mika, had cakes for dinner and breakfast," you shrug. Osamu looks at you in awe, and you're sure that if you paused this moment he'd start drooling any time now, "Maybe I should quit my job at the garage 'n just come work here instead."

"You work with cars?" you ask. He nods, "Yep, 'n this one time we got an old one that was really screwed up. My boss said that if any one of us fixed it, we'd get to keep it."

"Did you get it?" you ask, a little glimmer in your eyes. Osamu smiles, looking outside the window. You follow his line of sight to find an old yellow car standing in the lot—it was really small, and it genuinely looked like some old lady from the fifties drove it. You try to stop yourself from laughing, but you fail. Osamu narrows his eyes at you, a tiny blush covering his cheeks, "Shut up."

"That car is- oh my god," you snicker, "'Samu, it looks like a ninety-year-old woman owns that car."

"Yeah, it's old but it gets me places 'n I got it for free," he justifies, grumpily taking a bite of his cheesecake as he continues, "I even got some other stuff installed in it from my salary!"

"Like what?" you ask, teasingly. He huffs, "Well, for starters, a music system! Doesn't have bluetooth, but I installed an aux. A sun-roof 'n better tires too."

"It's cute," you giggle. He scoffs, "'M startin' ta think that's more of an insult than a compliment."

You were in a hurry today.

Summer break started from tomorrow. Which meant you had three weeks off of school, extra shifts at the bakery, and homework from every class to complete. Sometimes you would try to find time to go out with your friends—Mika would kill you if you didn't spend at least a few days of break with her, and you wanted to see Osamu. Your heart felt giddier, thinking about how you'd try to go and try some coffee shops with him(he'd insisted you come along next time after he visited your bakery), or ask him to make you some food. The two of you hadn't talked about how your breaks would go, and you're pretty sure you wouldn't get to see him today. He wasn't in English, and you didn't see him during recess either.

You were growing worried. What if you don't get to see him during the holidays at all? It's not like your summer would be ruined if you didn't see him, it would just... not be how you imagined it. You had daydreamed about sitting home and having Disney marathons with Mika without having to worry about classes, going outside with Osamu and ordering things you didn't know how to pronounce(random french words had become popular on coffee shop menus these days)—mostly, you had only thought about how you'd ogle him whenever he wasn't paying attention to you. Now that you thought about it, you felt a little guilty about that.

(And kind of like a creep. Yikes.)

Classes were over for the day, and you were hurrying home. Mika had said she was going to bring her boyfriend home tonight so he could meet you. And you remembered Kuroo telling you how much he hated the Nohebi Captain for saying the exact things that tended to piss him off. You couldn't wait, mostly because now you'd have a new friend who liked to irritate Kuroo as much as you did.

"Crap," you mumbled, checking your phone.

Your eyes crinkle as you hold back a chuckle, pushing the key into the lock of your apartment. You leave your shoes in the rack, opting for your bunny slippers as you begin to change into comfortable pajamas.

It's almost four, and there's a knock at your door. You've barely walked out of your room. You furrow your eyebrows. Mika shouldn't be here this early, you were just texting her half an hour ago.

You don't expect Miya Osamu to be standing at your door, with a thick textbook in hand as he gives you a small grin, "Hey, you forgot this at yer desk. Came ta see ya before ya left but, you were gone. Professor gave me this and told me ta give it to ya."

"'Samu," you tilt your head and say his name breathily, heart fluttering as you continue, "Thank you."

"No problem," he says. For a second there, the two of you stop. The whole world fades away somehow, and you're staring into his eyes. He's looking in yours, and the smile on his lips doesn't wipe off for even a split second. But then the moment ends.

"I-uh," he pauses, "I should go."

He turns, beginning to walk away but your voice speaks his name before you even have a chance to think, "Osamu, wait!"

He does. He stops and turns to look at you. You try to smile as you say, "Wanna stay over until after dinner? My roommate's bringing her boyfriend and extra takeout."

And you hope he says yes. You close your eyes shut, and you hope he says okay. You can hear your heartbeat fasten, and your mind running at the speed of Usain Bolt.

"Sure."

It feels like a thousand pounds have been taken off of your shoulders, you audibly let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and you open the door wide open as you let Miya Osamu in.

And that's when you realize, this is the first time he's actually inside your apartment. He has given you a ride home after work a couple of times, so that's how he knows where you live, but he's never really been inside. The nervousness in your stomach builds up again as you ask, "Wanna watch a movie?"

He gives you a toothy grin in return.

Sometime later, Mika and her boyfriend come home and the hours pass by within a blink. You didn't mind most of it, except when Mika tried to tease you about Osamu when he was grabbing something from the kitchen with Daishо̄. You slapped your hand over her mouth, face as red as a tomato then. It's a little past midnight now as Daishо̄ gets ready to leave, and you decide to walk Osamu to his car.

The city sounds muffled, almost, as the two of you giggle against each other's warmth. You say something and Osamu laughs, and it just so happens that in this moment, you don't want the crinkle of his eyes and the upturn of his lips to disappear. You say something again, he hides his face by looking the other way as he continues laughing.

It feels so perfect. So comfortable. You want this one instant to last an eternity. He looks over at you, his grey eyes inquisitive as he says, "Ya look a little sad. Somethin' wrong?"

"Um, no," you shake your head, chuckling, "Nothing's wrong."

"Yer makin' that face when ya feel sad but ya don't wanna show it," he stands against his car, "But keep yer secrets."

You smile almost bitterly, as you take a step forward and stand next to him, placing your back against his car. He looks at you, his head slightly tilted in the most innocently caring way as you lean yours against his shoulder. You feel him stiffen underneath at first, but then, he calms down. And he leans against your touch, barely whispering, "What's wrong?"

"Today was really fun," you mumble, "And I don't want it to end."

He lets out a small breath, "Oh."

"Yeah."

It feels peaceful like this, against his warmth. There’s an unsaid understanding and the night air feels like a blanket on a wintery morning, holding the two of you close. There are muted city sounds in the background, and there's slight tension in the air until he interrupts the silence.

"Y'know," he pauses, "Whenever I used to play volleyball with my brother back in high school, it felt exactly like this. ‘Twas exhilarating. We practiced every day, we went home 'n we played volleyball in the backyard at night, doin' sets 'n receives till we could barely keep our eyes open. When I told him I didn't wanna do it anymore, he got mad. I understood why—anyone would be mad if the person that's been there for their whole lives just up and leaves 'em one day. But now, he has way better people by him, people who are just as hardworkin' as him. And I couldn't be happier for him. He's where he belongs."

After a long pause, you whisper, "But I belong here, ‘Samu. I don't want better people. I want you."

You find him blushing, and maybe it's the liquid courage in your system that caused you to say what you just did. Oh God, you were so stupid. How could you say something like that? You panic, "Well, and my friends. You're my friend too. Th-That's why I said what I said."

He laughs, eyes crinkling as they reflect the moonlight back at you. You laugh too—it feels like this moment could last forever as the two of you hold onto your stomachs because of how much it hurts, holding onto the top of his car for support.

Sometime after a small conversation about a topic you can't remember anymore, he opens the door of his car. You stand there, hands fidding with the hem of your jacket as a blush overtakes your cheeks. Just as he's about to sit inside, he turns and looks back at you and says what's easily the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you.

"Just so ya know," he pauses, "I don't want a better person either. I want you.”

Months pass.

After that night, you ended up spending most of your summer at work or with your friends. Osamu made guest appearances every now and then—you were always doing something that grounded you when you were with him, it was prosaic but somehow you loved it. Sometimes you'd catch yourself imagining something more with him. And you liked how mundane it sounded. How everything would be simple, and how you wouldn't have to fight to keep your relationship interesting because you would have some place or food to talk about. When the daydreaming reached a certain limit, you would mentally scold yourself before continuing with whatever you were doing before.

Fall passes too, but this time you spent more time with Osamu than anyone else. Even though you usually spend your autumn seasons with your friend group; cuddled up watching movies, playing video games in Kenma's apartment, or reading books with Akaashi at the library. This time, you spent your fall evenings with Osamu at the coffee shop. A cup of chai at your disposal as you and the boy you were hopelessly in love with talked about anything and nothing at the same time—wait.

It's December 22 today, and it's also six-twenty-five in the morning when you realize your crush on Miya Osamu isn't just a simple crush. He's been on your mind ever since you caught sight of him, and there's not one day that goes by where he isn't running around in your brain. It wasn't a completely sudden thought, the realization was moreso an 'oh' moment. You stopped in your tracks, you thought "oh", and then you continued getting ready for class.

You bump into him before English, and he gives you a quick smile before walking inside. He seems like he's thinking about something really deeply—he appears troubled, honestly. Like he's trying to find a solution to something but he just can't seem to think of an answer. Your eyes try to find him in the coffee shop after classes. You don't have work today because the owner of the bakery needed to go to Osaka for some business so the shop is closed until tomorrow.

(You reckon you'll be swamped until Christmas day. Ugh.)

The boy your eyes were aching to see walks inside, looking around quizzically until he spots you. He waves before walking over and placing his backpack beside him at the booth, "One more day until Winter Break, got anythin’ planned?"

"Nope, not really. I'll probably go to my parents' house on Christmas Eve to give them gifts and have dinner. They'll do the same thing as they always do, ask me about college and if I have a partner. And then I'll come back to the apartment in the morning or at night, depending on what I feel like doing."

He hums half-mindedly, and you furrow your eyebrows. He looks lost in thought, and you snap him out of his trance when you ask, "Something on your mind?"

He shakes his head before he notices the waiter coming over with two drinks. She places them on the table and leaves, and Osamu sends you a smile and mumbles "thank you" before sipping on the hot chocolate almost immediately.

"'Samu, I know you well enough to understand when something's bothering you. Come on, tell me what's wrong," you say, narrowing your eyes, "Did your brother do something stupid?"

You'd had the courtesy of meeting Miya Atsumu during summer break. You were at Osamu's apartment, helping him cook the new recipe he'd thought of. Atsumu had burst into the apartment brashly, loud as ever, as another boy followed him. You looked over at them, offering a small smile as Osamu greeted them and introduced you. You found out that the kids from Inarizaki were very much like your friends. There was a chaotic side and a quieter side. You could easily guess who took up the seats on the chaotic side. During autumn, you'd ended up introducing Bokuto to Atsumu when you bumped into the setter at the mall. You were shopping for a scarf because somehow, Bokuto wanted to dress like Akaashi more. The two apparently knew each other from their volleyball program already so they hit it off as if they’ve been friends for ages. And then somewhere along the way, your friends became friends with Osamu's friends.

"Actually yeah, he did," Osamu nods, putting his cup down as he groans, "He's had a girlfriend for about six months now. Yesterday when ma video-called us from Hyogo, Atsumu kept showin’ ‘er photos of him and his girlfriend. It was stupid of me to feel criticized, but I ended up blurting out that I had a partner too."

You choke on your drink, and when you stop coughing, you start laughing. Osamu's expression switches from a concerned one to an offended one in milliseconds, and that only makes you laugh more, "You're so stupid."

"No, my brother is stupid. I hate 'im with everything I have," he groans as he takes his head in his hands, "Why did I have to get all competitive?"

"It's kind of who you are when it comes to your brother," you giggle. Before you can continue, his phone rings. The shop is quiet today, there are only around seven or eight people here in total. And although Osamu didn't put his phone on speaker, you could still make out a few words the other person is saying. It's his mother—you pretended that you couldn't listen to what she was saying, even though you probably didn't need to.

"Ya called me earlier than ya usually do, what'd you need?" he asks, his voice is gentle and it makes you smile that he keeps in touch with his parents so often. It was an adorable trait to have. His mom says something about Christmas dinner, and he mumbles that he'll be on time this time and that he fell asleep on the train last time and ended up getting off three stations late. You chuckle at that, taking another sip as you wait for his mother's next words.

You're not entirely sure what she said, but you did hear the words "bring", "partner", and "home". You try to hide your gaze, pulling out your phone as you check the English assignment. The two of you had one last play to complete the report for, you'd already submitted every other one. You'd forgotten for a moment that Osamu was talking to his mom, and you called his name to ask him a question.

Osamu says your name back. And then, his eyes widen. He places his other hand on his mouth.

His mother's next words are clearly heard by you, "Is [Y/N] your partner? Can you please bring them home for Christmas?"

Shit, shit, shit, you widen your eyes.

"Ma, hold on-"

But she keeps talking, "Osamu, I don't wanna hear it, alright? Bring 'em home. Atsumu's bringin' his girl home, and I wanna see how yer doin' for yerself."

You wish you hadn't heard that. Osamu panics, says okay, ends the call as quickly as he can, and looks at you with the most worrisome expression you have ever seen in your entire life. You sputter, "W-what?"

"I fucked up," he says, his voice quieter than usual. It's barely a whisper.

"How?" you knew. But you still had to ask to make sure it was all real. He hides his face behind his hands, whispering again, "Oh, I fucked up."

"What did you do?"

"My ma heard me say yer name and now she thinks we're dating," he mumbles, "Wants me to bring ya home."

You blink. This was very real. You didn't think it through but it was so, so real. Your lips were slightly parted and before your brain could burst, you grabbed your mug and chugged it as if it was your last day on planet Earth.

(You shouldn’t be feeling glad though. Why were you happy? Why was your heart beating four time faster? You don’t even know if he feels the same way yet.)

The table becomes quiet for a few minutes. But then, Osamu breaks the silence, "Can I ask ya a favor?"

"Um, sure," you nod. You didn't know what he was going to ask. You were pretty sure it would be something bizarre, but you didn't want to question it until the time actually came.

"Couldja come to meet my ma? I mean, it would be a one time thing. Please?" he asks. His eyes are big, brows raised and he almost seems desperate. How were you supposed to say no to this face?

"'Samu-"

"Nah, forget it. This was stupid to even ask of someone. ‘M sorry, I should probably go-”

“‘Samu,” you smile, grabbing his hand, “It’s okay, I’ll do it.”

“Wait- fuck, seriously?” he asks. He looks at you as if you just made the impossible happen. There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips, looking back at you in disbelief.

You hum, "Mmhmm. Besides, it's only a one-time thing like you said. We'll manage."

"You're a lifesaver," he says breathily, "I dunno what I'd do without ya."

"You'd be embarrassed, that's what," you chuckle solemnly, "And also, you'd be bad at English."

He laughs—and God, is it melodic. You think about what it would be like if you were really his partner. Meeting his mother for Christmas sounds like something a real partner would do. If only you were confident enough to tell him how you really felt.

(You weren’t. So you’d have to stick to fake-dating instead.)

"Hey," he smiles at you. You wave back as you walk up to him. His breath fogs up as it comes out of his mouth, and you ask, "So we're gonna have lunch and dinner with your mom and then take the train back home?"

"That's the plan," he nods, "Okay, sweetheart, c'mon. Let's go."

You laugh at the nickname. Even though there's assumably a very prominent blush coating your cheeks, you decide to blame it on the cold weather if he ever asks you about it. The train station is quite empty—you're sure most people are at home spending the holiday with their families like Osamu was about to in a few hours. And you were scared of this whole fake relationship thing. What if his mother somehow found out that all of this was a front because Osamu chose to remain single, unlike his brother?

It sent chills down your spine.

Once you sat on the train, Osamu says, "Alright let's practice."

"Ugh," you groan, "Not this again."

"What are we gonna say if she asks how we met?" he raises an eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes, taking his backpack and pulling out the bento from it as you answer, "We tell her the truth but we add some spice to it. Y'know, cheesy romantic things."

"Good," he nods, "And what if she asks how we began dating?"

You take a bite out of the first onigiri, humming at the taste as you reply, "Uh... You came to the bakery where I worked and asked me out on a date instead of giving me your order?"

"Good enough," he chuckles. And then his eyes stop at your lips. You blink a few times before asking, "What's wrong?"

He doesn't say anything for a second. He just continues staring at your lips. Osamu's hand then cups your chin, his thumb swiping against your lip. He then removes his hand from there as if nothing happened and says, "You had rice on your face."

Fuck, you panic. You’re blushing. Why did he have to make your heart race like that at the most random times? Why is he so dense about it, too?

(And why can’t you ever eat an onigiri properly? Is the rice made of glue or something?)

Time passes by. The two of you arrive sooner than you'd expected. And you're standing outside Miya Osamu's childhood home in Hyogo when you suddenly feel sick to your stomach. This felt wrong and right at the same time. You wanted it to be real, but you felt like a liar. The bouquet you held in your hand felt hollow.

"You don't look too good," you hear Osamu say, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you think that maybe we shouldn't... lie to your mother?" you mumble, looking up. He nods, walking over to you. His eyes are sincere, and he gives you a small smile, "You're right. But I'd rather lie to her than disappoint her again this year."

You pause before breaking out a small laugh, "Screw you, that's kind of adorable."

"What can I say? ‘M a good son."

He then knocks on the front door and stands there with you. And just as he hears the turn of the knob, he intertwines his fingers with yours.

"’Samu?" his mother appears, hugging him tightly as soon as she sees him, "Oh, it's so good to see ya."

Her eyes land on you as she pulls away from him, and she gives you a warm smile before hugging you. You hand her the bouquet, and she hugs you again before pulling you inside. Osamu pouts, "Ya know yer my ma, right?"

"It's the first time you've brought someone home. Play nice, 'Samu."

His mother walks you inside after the two of you take your shoes off at the genkan. You sit in the living room, and his mom tells you to wait on the couch as she goes into the kitchen to fetch you something to drink. "Okay so," Osamu chuckles as he sits down next to you, "-ya can't back out now even if you wanted to. Ya haven't even talked to her properly and she loves ya more than me."

You laugh, cheeks turning a rosy pink. What his mother said struck something inside of you. Even if you weren't Osamu's partner, this was still the first time he'd brought someone home. You look away from his gaze, "Where's your brother?"

"He'll probably be here in an hour or something," Osamu checks his phone, "He's near Kyoto right now, so he'll be here just before lunch."

You hum. His mother comes back into the room holding a tray with three glasses of water and some snacks before setting them up on the coffee table. She sits down next to you, and gushes as she asks, "Now dear, tell me how the two of you met."

You share a glance with Osamu, and he gives you a small nod. You muster up the warmest grin you can, "I think it was the first week of this year. I was in the library, looking for this English book. And I'm reaching to grab it, but it's on the top shelf. 'Samu grabs it from next to me, and that's how we began talking."

"That sounds like a romance television show I've been watching recently," she squeals, "Absolutely adorable!"

You blush, "Thank you, Miya-san."

"You can consider me yer mother whenever yer comfortable, by the way. I blame ‘Samu for never bringing anyone home ta meet me. He's so picky with people, 'n he's closed off, too," she narrows her eyes at her son, who only hides by facepalming, "Again, you're supposed ta be my mother. Not [Y/N]'s."

"Oh, hush now."

Lunch passed quite smoothly. The only thing that didn't go according to plan was the fact that Atsumu had come alone. And that ticked your pretend boyfriend off more than it was supposed to.

(He kept grumbling about it under his breath. It was kind of cute, to be honest.)

You managed to get through the meal without a fight breaking out between them, except for a few snarky remarks here and there. Miya-san made sure they behaved throughout the afternoon, grabbing one of them by the ear whenever they said something remotely rude.

"Oh!" their mother exclaims, "I found somethin' when I was cleaning the other day, 'n I was saving it to show you three today."

She gets up from the kitchen table, walking over to a shelf near the corner of the room. Her eyes skim through the cookbooks there, and she picks one with a brown spine and brings it over to the table. Atsumu immediately groans when he sees the cover.

It's a family photo album.

(Your heart skips a beat, because now you really want to know what Osamu looked like as a child.)

You grin excitedly as she opens the first page. There's a photo of the twins as toddlers—wearing matching sweaters and playing with a red ball. You gush at how cute they are. When you look toward Osamu, you find him hiding his face in embarrassment. You giggle, flipping the page.

"This is when these two were six or seven, they got in an argument 'bout somethin' stupid 'n then came down for dinner. Stopped fightin' as soon as they sat down and saw that there was ramen and tuna," Mrs. Miya laughs slightly, pointing to the two boys smiling at the dinner table. A certain warmth spreads across your face as your fingers trace Osamu's face on the photo. He looks adorable, even without the signature grey hair. His eyes are closed in the photo, his smile reaching ear-to-ear as he holds his chopsticks. A small chuckle escapes your lips as his mother flips the page. They're in high school now, and it's one of their national matches where they're standing side by side. Atsumu's arm is over his brother's shoulder, and they're both smiling in victory.

"I'll mail this album to you if ya want," she says to you, "I have plenty others sitting in my room upstairs."

"That would be very nice," you give her a cordial smile.

It's around six o'clock in the evening when Osamu takes you upstairs to show you his childhood room. He opens the door, revealing a bunk bed and two desks—along with walls filled with posters of different kinds. There's a shelf with books on it on one side of the room, and the other side has a shelf filled with volleyball trophies and equipment. It smells like cheap deodorant and room freshener, and Osamu says, "Well, here it is."

"You were a Spice Girls fan?" you laugh, pointing to a poster on the wall. Osamu groans in disgust, "That's 'Tsumu's, he used ta think they were hot so he kept a poster of them in our room. Idiot never dated around in high school but he was a major simp."

You laugh. Your eyes land on a photo frame on the volleyball shelf. It's them and their father. It looks like the photo was taken after they won a game in high school, and he's hugging the two of them in joy. You beam at it, until Osamu speaks up, "That's my pops."

"I could tell," your voice is soft, barely above a whisper. He nods, "He passed away in my Senior year of high school."

Your eyes widen at the confession, "Osamu, I'm so sorry-"

"Nah," he shakes his head, "Don't worry 'bout it. 'Tsumu took it worse than me, anyway."

"That doesn't mean it hurt any less for you," you mumble, caressing his shoulder. He looks down at you, letting out a small breath as he smiles, "Thank you."

"You don't thank friends, dummy," you grin, wrapping your arms around him, "C'mere."

He hugs you back hesitantly at first, but as soon as you've completely wrapped yourself with him, he calms down. His breathing is shallow and deep at the same time and he wonders what he'd do without you. You've got his head spinning with how you speak to him. He doesn't know what hit him today.

“Y’know,” he says, pausing, “My old man taught me how ta cook fish properly. We went on a camping trip with ‘im once, and we went fishin’. I caught a big fish that day so he said he’d teach me how ta cook it on a grill. It’s one of my fondest memories of ‘im.”

“That’s touching,” you whisper against his chest, “And now you’re gonna open a restaurant and make him proud.”

“Ya think?”

“Yeah,” you say, “He would be proud of how far you’ve come. You’re kinda amazing, you know.”

He laughs, and it echoes through the room. It’s like the two of you are in your own personal bubble. The outside world doesn’t exist in here, and it gives off a bucolic feeling.

You speak up again, "You don't have to tell me anything you don't feel comfortable with. But I'm always here, okay?"

"You start sayin' things like that and maybe we don't gotta lie to my ma about us anymore," he jokes, "Shit, sorry."

"No, it was funny," you nod, even though you wish he'd meant it. Damn him for saying things like that.

"Hey guys, Ma's callin' us down for dinner- crap, did I interrupt somethin'?" Atsumu stops by the door. You get startled, flinching away from Osamu as you face the door. You shake your head no, walking towards the stairs and leaving the twins behind. You can hear their chatter behind you—it's muffled and it sounds like Atsumu apologizing to his brother but then the two argue about something. Your eyes search for their mother, and you spot her setting the table. You shuffle towards her, letting out a small sigh.

"Somethin' wrong?" she asks softly. You shake your head as you help her place the silverware next to the plates. She continues, "'Samu likes ya very much, y'know."

You raise an eyebrow at the statement, gesturing for her to continue, "He calls me every other day. And half the time, the boy only talks about you. He's head over heels for ya, by the way. Don't tell ‘im I said that."

"Miya-san," you pause, "I don't think-"

"What are you two talkin' about?" Atsumu enters the room, Osamu following shortly after. He throws you a small smile, which you return. The two of you sit next to each other, the air suddenly filling up with tension.

“You feelin’ okay?” he whispers. You give him a reassuring smile in return, putting your hand over his as you nod.

Dinner goes by smoothly, and then the two of you head out after saying your goodbyes. It takes another four hours to get back to Tokyo—that you spend sleeping. When you wake up, you realize Osamu’s sleeping too.

“Osamu,” you nudge him slightly, “Wake up, we’re gonna be home any minute now.”

And now, you’re in front of your apartment building as Osamu stands before you. He smiles, the moon breaking through his hair. It’s almost midnight, which means Christmas will be over in a few minutes.

“Oh,” he exclaims, “Forgot ta give ya somethin’.”

He reaches into his bag, pulling out a small card as he begins saying, “Since we both want ta open a restaurant later on after college,” he pauses, licking his lips as he makes eye contact, “-why don’t we do it together?”

You gasp, looking at the card in his hands. There’s a small onigiri in the middle of it, and not much else, honestly. The card doesn’t even have a name on it. It’s just a small logo, and at the two bottom corners are your names.

“’Samu,” you say, as quietly as you can, “That sounds wonderful.”

“I-I didn’t get a chance ta name it somethin’ because I wanted to ask yer opinion about it,” he chuckles, “What do ya think will be the name of our restaurant?”

You smile, thinking about today. Every single moment; from the train ride to Hyogo or when he told you about the death of his father. It all felt so special—so precious to you. Your eyes become glassy as you ponder about the question for a moment before you take a small breath, “Onigiri Miya.”

“W-what?” Osamu looks baffled when you look up at him again, “You want ta name it after me?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I do.”

He doesn’t say much after that. He only stands there for a few seconds, processing the information before he wraps his arms around you. He thanks you, but you don’t know what he’s thanking you for. He breaks the embrace, and suddenly all the air around the two of you feels emollient. He smiles widely, and you take the chance to press a small peck on his cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Osamu,” you whisper, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get you a gift in return.”

He laughs, “Trust me, the best gift ya could’ve given me is Onigiri Miya.”

And just then, you realize you love Miya Osamu way too much for your own good.

"You have got to be kidding me," Kuroo yells, "One day you have a silly little high school crush on Miya Osamu, the next day you're lying to his mother about being his partner? What the actual fuck were you thinking?"

You were glad you hadn't told them about Onigiri Miya yet, because almost all of them(Kenma being the only exception) were asking you questions. Even Akaashi.

"Hold on, how did this even happen?" Akaashi asks, placing a bookmark inside his book before closing it. You take a sip of your beer, "Uh, we were sitting at the coffee shop when his mom called him. She misunderstood something he said, and then one thing led to another."

"That- oh my god, you're an idiot," Kuroo exclaims, "That is not a valid answer for the question Akaashi asked."

"What do you mean?" you narrow your eyebrows. Kuroo facepalms, "Give us the details, you dummy."

"Oh," you mumble, "Honestly, there isn't much. We just went to his mom's house, then we ate lunch and dinner, we sat around and talked. And we came back."

"And you're sure nothing else happened?" Bokuto asks, his voice was annoyingly sweet. You sigh, giving in, "We're thinking about opening a restaurant together."

All four of them have their own colorful exclamations, and you're surprised that Kenma was even paying attention at all. They all range from "what the fuck were you thinking" to "wait, what".

"How did this go from a romantic comedy to a Kitchen Nightmares episode?" Kuroo's hand rests on his temple as he asks the question. He pushes his glasses up, "And have you even told him about your dumb crush on him?"

"Wait," Bokuto interrupts, "Will we get free food if you open that restaurant together?"

"Bokuto-san," Akaashi articulates, with an eyebrow raised, "Can you be any less serious?"

"In my defense, it was a serious question."

"No, it wasn't."

"Was too!"

"Guys?" Kenma mumbles. You narrow your eyes in confusion at whatever's going on.

"How are you always concerned about food? And why do you even want it for free? You're rich and you're getting drafted to the Jackals next year," Kuroo points out.

"Guys!" Kenma yells, "Shut up and come look at this."

All three of them surround Kenma and his laptop by the couch, and you stand a few feet away as you ask, "What is it?"

"The whole university thinks you're dating Miya Osamu," Akaashi groans, "Some gossip account for our uni posted a picture of the two of you outside the train station."

"What?" you furrow your brows, rushing towards the laptop as you kneel down beside the couch to look at it, "But we're not dating! All of that was a lie to convince his mom."

"Yeah but," Kuroo sighs, "This looks pretty convincing to me. It'll probably be the same for everyone else that looks at it. You might wanna call Osamu."

"No," you shake your head firmly, "I'm gonna avoid talking to him."

"That is the most stupid thing you have come up with," Kenma rolls his eyes at you, "You should probably talk to him. And you have that project due in a few weeks."

You check your phone, and there are texts from a few classmates. And then there's a few from Osamu. You huff, "I should get going. It's getting late."

You haven't seen Miya Osamu in four days.

Apparently, the person who took the photo outside the train station had been Suna Rintarō. He sent it to Atsumu, and that idiot sent it to everyone. And you being you, have been avoiding him. In the hallways, you tend to avoid his gaze. You even wake up fifteen minutes earlier in the morning so you don’t accidentally catch him at the coffee shop before class. Every time he looks like he’s going to approach you, you turn the other way. You don’t know what else you’re supposed to do, honestly. What if he finds out you really are in love with him and feels disgusted with the idea of it?

(Curse your mind for the paranoia, reallly.)

You're on your shift at the bakery when Osamu stumbles in. He looks at you with apologetic eyes, but you ignore his gaze as he walks up to the counter. You grit your teeth, swiping the screen in front of you as you ask, "Your order, please."

"I need ta talk to ya," his voice is hoarse, "Please."

You swallow with a bitter feeling, "Your order, Osamu."

"[Y/N]," he sounds out of breath, but you know he isn't. His eyes are exhausted yet hopeful, "It's important."

"I'm at work," you grit your teeth again, as if it's his fault, "I can't talk right now."

He straightens his posture then, nodding as he says, "Fine. I'll have a strawberry cheesecake slice to go, then. And an iced coffee too."

You type his order into the system, stealing a glance at him as you say, "Your order will be ready in a few minutes."

Osamu leaves as soon as you hand him his food, not even trying to meet your gaze. You feel bad, but you acquiesce to it. You might have to stop talking to him entirely. Or at least, that's what you kept telling yourself. It just seemed like the easiest option.

You watch his small yellow car drive away, and you feel your eyes grow glassy. You deter your stare, focusing on the next customer instead. The next day, you don't see Osamu in the seat he's usually in. When you go to the library during recess, you don't see him there either. You end up at your usual seat at the coffee shop, but he's not there.

(A bitter feeling sets in your throat but you try your best to ignore it anyway. This is what you wanted, right?)

Another four days pass. This time, even if you try to make eye contact with Miya Osamu in the hallways, he looks away. His eyes lack spirit, and he seems more tired. Usually, Osamu is just less enthusiastic than others. But now, he seems as if he hasn't been getting any sleep. Your lips straighten into a thin line as you sit in your usual booth at the café. Your phone rings out of nowhere, and you furrow your brows at the caller.

Atsumu.

You pick it up, placing the phone to your ear as you sip on the iced coffee in front of you. His voice booms on the line, "Hey, [Y/N], where are ya?"

"Um, at the coffee shop, why?" you question. He's panting, "Stay there, 'kay? 'M comin'."

"Wait, why—"

The line goes dead, and you roll your eyes. Putting the phone back down, you hazily keep sipping on your coffee.

"[Y/N]?" you watch Atsumu walk into the café. Your eyes light up, hoping Osamu would walk in after him but to no avail. He sits in front of you, "Did 'Samu speak to ya yet?"

"I- um," you pause, "No. No, he hasn't. Why?"

"I just thought he would've by now. 'M sorry for all the twitter mess," he sheepishly places his hand on the back of his neck, "'Samu told me everything. I shouldn't've sent that photo ta my friends."

"It's okay, 'Tsumu," you croak, "But um, tell Osamu I'm sorry, 'kay?"

"Why can't ya tell 'im yerself?" he raises an eyebrow, "Did ya just decide to not talk to 'im 'cause some stupid college gossip account posted a picture of you two?" Atsumu narrows his eyes, "Yer friends, aren't ya?"

"Atsumu, it's not that simple-"

"Sometimes," he lingers, "It really is."

He continues talking, "Ya know, when 'Samu found out that I was the one that sent that photo to a bunch of my friends, he, came home real angry, started yellin' at me 'n shit. I asked 'im what was wrong 'n he said that you two weren't really datin'. Then he told me about how Ma misunderstood what he said on the phone and why he brought ya home. Idiot punched me a couple times too."

"Osamu punched you?" you stare, wide-eyed, "I don't believe that."

"My stomach is bruised. It hurts like hell," The blonde grumbles in front of you, "We haven't fought like that since high school. I hit him like once 'n he started slappin' my face so we called it off."

You laugh, eyes crinkling, "Let me guess, you started screaming like a girl and said 'not the face, 'Samu!'? Isn't that what always happens?"

"Hey, I don't scream like a girl," he pouts, "But yes, that's what happened. 'Samu's been sad for days 'n that's why I called ya. I gotta sort out this mess I made for you two."

You sigh, "I-I don't know what to do."

"Leave it ta me," Atsumu gives you a mischievous grin, "I got this."

A few days pass, and your anxiety builds up more day by day. Atsumu had said he would do something to make Osamu talk to you again, but you hadn’t really received word of either of the twins after that. It was Friday now, and your lecture was finally ending.

"Okay everyone," your English professor turns off the presentation, "That's it for today's class. I need you all to score well on your finals, and remember that the end of the year project is due next week on friday. You can turn it in to me through a pen drive or mail it to me by 11:59 pm."

You get up from your chair, watching Osamu walk out without even sparing you a glance. A sigh escapes your lips as you head to the library for your lunch break.

"Hey," you hear an all too familiar voice next to the library door. You turn around, and there he is. Miya Osamu, in all his glory, with his backpack slung across his shoulder as he walks towards you, "I wanted ta talk to ya."

"Oh," you mumble hazily, "Yeah. Yeah, I wanted to talk to you too."

"'Bout the project," he said, "-we should finish it, we only got a little bit left anyway. I reckon we'll be able to finish it now, it's not like we've any other classes left to attend today."

"Sure," you shrug, "I think we only have the conclusion part left for Merchant of Venice."

So here you were, sitting at your old library table working out the conclusion page of your essay as the younger Miya twin sat in front of you and analyzed his part of the work. Your eyes kept getting distracted from your work to him, though. The way his tongue ever-so-slightly peeped out of his mouth, the way his grey eyes concentrated on his laptop screen, the way he tiredly blinked every few seconds—you tell yourself to look away before it gets too weird.

Then, you get a text. And another. They keep coming, and to the point where Osamu tilts his head and raises an eyebrow while he looks at your phone. You fumble, picking it up and checking who it was.

Atsumu.

You sigh, clicking on his contact and calling him. As soon as he picks up, you grit your teeth and whisper-yell, "Atsumu! I can't talk right now, I'm busy."

"Doin' what?" he asks in a condescending tone, "Quit what yer doin' n' come ta my dorm, I figured out how to get 'Samu ta talk to ya again."

"But-"

"Just c'mere, okay? Hold on, Sunarin's callin' I gotta go," the blond cuts the call immediately, and you scoff as you glare at his contact. Osamu eyes you before focusing on his screen again until you say, "I'm sorry, I have to go do this thing. But I'll be back soon, okay?"

"Alright," he responds in an almost nonchalant tone, but there's something about his voice that doesn't sit well with you. But you quickly pack your things and dust the uneasiness off your shoulder as you head to Atsumu's dorm room.

"Why's the door open?" You raise an eyebrow as you walk inside. Atsumu smiles at you from his spot on the bed, before standing up and holding a finger up to your face, "Hold on for a minute."

"What?"

"Just. Shush."

You narrow your eyes, following his line of vision. He's staring at the doorway, slowly walking towards it until the other Miya twin is standing right in front of the two of you.

"What are you doin' here?" Osamu asks in a condescending tone. You tilt your head, matching your manner with his, "I don't know, why are you here?"

You blink profusely, throwing him a blunt look until the two of you hear the door close with a thud. Osamu groans, tossing his backpack on the bed before banging on the closed door with his fist, "'Tsumu, ya piece-a-shit, open this door right now!"

"No," you can feel the smug look on the setter's face even through the closed door, "You two oughtta sort out yer problems or this door ain't openin'."

"Atsumu, open the door!" you yell.

"I said, door's not openin' until you figure yer shit out."

(So this was his plan. That clever asshole.)

Osamu sighs, rolling his eyes and looking back at you. You shrug, "He did say to sort out our problems. We could try that."

"Oh yeah?" Osamu looks at you with a look you don't comprehend at first, but then you quickly understand that he's agitated, "Let's start with the fact that ya ignored me as soon as ya came across the slightest inconvenience in yer life. How 'bout that?"

"I didn't ignore you!" you bite back, "I was confused! People were talking about us and I didn't like that!"

"What's so wrong about that?" he says whilst clenching his jaw. There are prominent lines between his eyebrows and he persists, "Some idiot posts somethin' on Twitter and that's all it takes for you to cut me off?"

"What about you then, huh?" you yell now, "It's not like you tried either! You knew I was scared and you stopped fighting completely!"

"I-I didn't stop, I just thought I was bein' a hindrace to you! If I had stopped, I wouldn’t’ve come to yer stupid bakery ta talk!”

"W-well, what about all the avoiding me in the halls and changing your seat in class so you won't have to look at me, then? What was that?" you ask, temper not completely dissipating just yet, "Do you even know how lonely and scared I was without you?"

"I never would've stopped bein' around you if I didn't think you hated me!" his eyes are wide and his voice begins cracking just slightly, "If you picked up even just one call, I would still be there! You could've at least replied to the texts!"

"I didn't reply to any of your stupid texts because I'm in love with you and I got scared that you didn't feel the same way!" you scream eyes shut and anger sputtering through your veins. The room becomes chillingly silent, and you can feel goosebumps on the back of your neck as you slowly open your eyes. Miya Osamu stands there, baffled and eyes widened, his chest rising and falling with each breath he takes. His grey eyes stare into your own, softening as his shoulders droop. He takes a small step toward you, tilting his head to ask if entering your space is okay. You nod in the slightest way possible, and within a blink, he stands mere inches away.

He says your name in a hushed tone, and you look down at his clothed chest in embarrassment. Your eyes become glassy, and you feel panic coursing through your body when he sighs and tilts your chin up with his thumb in the most tender way possible. Your eyes meet with his again, and you curse him for not saying anything.

(This is not how you wanted this to go. Damn it.)

"Please tell me that was all true," he murmurs, "I need ta hear ya say it again."

"Osamu, don't make me embarrass myself. Please, just," you meekly attempt to look away again, but this time he cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours. Tears finally emerge from your eyes as your hands reach his hair. The kiss is soft; fragile even, but you're trying to hold your own when your heart feels like a frog kicking off a pond's bank. You were trying to pay attention and calm your leaping heart down, but it wasn't working. Osamu's lips moved like magic—the way they did in movies when the guy finally kisses the girl and fireworks start setting off in the background. Only this time, the fireworks were getting set off in your heart, and you had no idea how to stop them.

He pulls away gently, your foreheads touching. You open your eyes to his voice saying, "Just makin' sure, because I love ya too."

You melt, smiling awkwardly. You're about to say something when the door opens, and Atsumu stands there with his shit-eating grin, "Okay now that yer done stinkin' up the place with yer gross lovey-dovey crap, aren't you two glad ya proved the rumors right?"

"Oh shut up, 'Tsumu."

The sounds of a quietened New Years' party are ringing in your ears as you clean up a few beer bottles and put them in the trash. The entirety of the MSBY team sits in Onigiri Miya along with your friends—their voices are a little tired and tranquil now that it's around two in the morning, the party long forgotten. Osamu walks out from the refrigerating unit, giving you a weary smile, "Hey."

"Hey," you smile. He walks toward you, closing the distance as he wraps his arms around your torso, pressing a peck on the top of your head. He sighs, "I wanna go to bed."

"I know," you laugh, "We'll walk home in a bit after everyone leaves, okay?"

He hums, "Oh, by the way, Ma called. She said the coffee powder ya gave her was amazin' and asked ya to buy 'er some more the next time we visit."

"I'm glad," you smile, pulling away from the embrace. You brush your hair away from your eyes, looking up to him and cupping his cheeks, "This last year has been quite unreal, huh?"

"By unreal if ya mean the fact that we finally moved in together, yes. That, and the JVA contract," he giggles, "I still can't believe 'Tsumu convinced them to make us the caterers for their events. Kuroo-san said Akaashi forced 'im too."

"'Samu," you whisper. He hums again, and you continue, "I love you."

He chuckles, giving you the most exhausted yet the most loving look he can possibly muster up, "I love ya more. Now come on, let's go kick 'Tsumu out so we can get some sleep."

“Oh, give him some credit. If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t be-”

“I know, I know. Don’t say it out loud though, ‘cause it’ll only inflate his ego.”

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asena-graywolf · 1 year

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I’m Always With You

Osamu was busy playing PlayStation in the living room when Atsumu stormed into the house, slamming the door. Since their parents hadn't been home for a week, they could fight more easily every day. This time, they did not fight for trivial reasons. Disobeying Osamu had cost Atsumu dearly, and now he was paying the price.

“Tsumu! Slow down!” he said angrily from inside

"Shut up Samu!" he shouted back

Hearing a clatter from the kitchen, Osamu knew something was up. He dropped his game controller and went to the kitchen.

"What’s the matter with you?”

Osamu asked anxiously.

"Go away! Or I gonna vent my spleen from you!”

Osamu sighed and folded his arms and brought them together under his chest. He was perfectly sure of what Atsumu was getting so angry about.

“Is it the same story again?”

"It doesn't concern you! Go play your game!”

Osamu grabbed Atsumu's arm. He had a guess as to what was going on, but he wanted to hear the truth from Atsumu.

“Tsumu! Is it about that girl?"

"Don’t touch me!" he waved his arm, Atsumu

“Answer me Tsumu! What happened?"

Although Atsumu didn't want to tell, he couldn't suppress his anger any longer.

“Damn bitch! She cheated on me! And she did it while looking me in through teeth!

Osamu continued, trying to maintain his composure.

“I told you, didn't I? I said that girl is not for you! I warned you many times! I guess you were the only idiot who couldn't see that she's a lap hopping bitch. In the men's volleyball team and at school, there was no man she didn't sleep with. Everyone at school knew what he was worth. You were unfortunately too blind to see. I wouldn't want you to experience this painfully, but if you hadn't listened to me and been stupid in the first place, you wouldn't have to witness being cheated on."

“For God's sake shut up, Samu! I have enough trouble myself! And I can't deal with you"

Osamu was patient with his brother's anger and tried to keep his calm.

“You should be happy about that, Tsumu. Do you know why? You learned the hard way, but at least you could see that that girl is an incurable bitch. You should be glad you have no ties to him. Please don't hurt yourself any more. It hurts me so much to see you like this"

Atsumu went off the deep end. Because if he had dreamed that he would hear such a word from Osamu, he would not have believed it.

A painful smile spread across his face. Then he laughed helplessly

“Are you really the one who said that? I thought you hated me. Didn't you say it to my face, wish I didn't have a brother like you. Yes, we are brothers. We fight, then we make up. This is so normal. But that word you said was the most hurtful thing you've ever said, Samu. Now don't tell me you care about me."

“Tsumu, don't say that. Why wouldn't I care about you? I don't want you to be sad. No matter how much we fight, you are my only brother"

“You never once said you love me. Ever since we were little, you've never even hugged me. You never showed your love. So you have no right to say anything!!”

The emotional conversation between the two brothers resulted in Atsumu leaving the house in a rage. Osamu could only content himself with calling out to her from behind.

The door was slammed shut in his face. Atsumu would have been right. Osamu regretted that word a thousand times over. Now that Atsumu reminded him again, he began to feel worse guilt.

He sat down at the table and put his hands on his head. Atsumu always drove him crazy. No matter how much they fought, Osamu loved his brother very much. If something happened to him, he would be the first to come to his aid. If anything happened to Atsumu, he would die.

He was worried when Atsumu came out of the house in a rage. What was he doing outside and where was he going? Even though he didn't know this, he had a bad feeling. He was afraid that Atsumu would do something to him. He immediately ran to the hall and called Atsumu as he picked up his phone.

Atsumu made the call busy. He didn't push it because he knew he needed some alone time. Still, he didn't want to sit with his hands tied. It was the first time that she was so worried about her older brother, whom she never once said she loved, and she wanted to do something for him.

He wandered around the house idly. From time to time, he went to the kitchen and had a drink. His mind was still on Atsumu. He called again, but this time his phone was off.

Osamu began to fear. The possibility of self-harming was driving him crazy. If something happened to his brother, he wouldn't be able to live with this guilt for the rest of his life.

"Damn! Why would you turn off your phone, Tsumu?" he said to himself

A call suddenly landed on his phone. It was an unlisted number. Doubt kicked in again and he picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Good evening. Are you close to Atsumu Miya?”

A strange voice was speaking from the other line.

"Yes. I am his brother. Who are you?"

“We are calling you from the hospital. Your brother had an accident. Car crashed. Apparently he was crossing the street and had headphones on so he didn't hear the car approaching him.

Osamu's a chill ran down his back.He jumped right out. As soon as he got the address of the hospital, he set off. He got into the first taxi he saw on the road.

She was praying that nothing would happen to Atsumu. Today's fight should not have been their last fight with Atsumu… He was choking on the bustle. He told the driver to go a little faster. He wanted to get to the hospital as soon as possible and learn about his brother's condition.

When he arrived at the hospital, he immediately asked about Atsumu's condition. They said he was in surgery

Atsumu had suffered internal bleeding. Osamu couldn't sit still until the surgery was over. He waited at the door of the operating room until he got good news from the doctor. Finally, the doctor came out of the operating room.

"Doctor? How is my brother's condition?"

"He’s fine. He's out of danger. When his rib cracked, he damaged his internal organs. But we managed to stop the internal bleeding.”

Osamu was relieved

"Thanks god! Thank you so much, doctor. I am grateful to you. You saved my brother's life"

Osamu's voice trembled. A tear fell from his eye, trickled down his cheek

“Are you twins? You are very lucky. I always wanted to have a twin. Your brother is also very lucky. He has a related sibling like you. Get well soon. We'll take him to his room soon. You can meet when you wake up from anesthesia. But please don't tire the patient too much"

"Okay" he nodded

He was so happy that Atsumu was able to be saved that it was as if he had heard that he was going to heaven. If his brother's life wasn't heaven for him, what was?

When Atsumu awoke from narcosis, he found Osamu sitting beside him on stretcher. Their hands were clasped together. His blurred vision became clearer and he realized that it was Osamu standing at his head.

“Samu? Am I dead?"

"No. You're not dead, idiot! You just scared me so much"

"So what? am i alive I remember the last time I crossed the road.”

“I was looking for you! But you were preoccupied with the stupidity of opposing with headphones in your ear. You will never change Tsumu"

"I'm sorry Samu. At that time, the phone may have jumped out of my hand and fallen somewhere.

“Don't worry about him. The important thing is that you are well. After fighting every day, this is the first time I've been this scared and worried for you. And… I don't know if you can forgive me, but I'm sorry brother. Glad you're my brother, I'm so lucky to have you. I don't know what I would do without you. I love you bro"

Atsumu tried to smile without straining his scarred face too much.

“That's all I wanted to hear”

Osamu bent down from his seat, laid his head on Atsumu's chest, and hugged his brother tightly with warm affection.

“I would die if anything happened to you, Tsumu. I also want you to understand this. If there's anyone in your life who will never leave you, it's me. You realize that"

“I will never be able to get rid of you. I don't want to get rid of it anyway. You're the only one who won't let me go, Samu."

Osamu straightened up and kissed his brother's knuckles

“I'm going to the canteen. I'll get us both something to eat. Is there anything you want?"

"No. Whatever you get, I'll eat it"

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Jeez! I’d like to write more about Miya twins

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cr4yolaas · 3 months

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not strong enough — miya osamu

notes: based off of “not strong enough” by boygenius <3

tags: reverse comfort, cheating implications (no actual cheating), self-deprecation + jealousy (osamu), super heartfelt tho

osamu hadn’t been home lately.

the kitchen was devoid of heart and soul. gone was the warmth that seeped into the apartment at his presence, or the comfort that his voice provided as it wafted through the halls. you didn’t see nor feel him anymore, save for the few glimpses of him getting ready before the sun could even greet your windowsill.

miya osamu was disappearing from your life, and you could do nothing but prepare for it.

you instantly feared the worst — that he was planning to leave you, or that he was seeking solace in another, or anything else that involved him separating himself from the life he built in your shared home. and so, delusion after delusion fed into one another, thus leading to an overwhelming bubble of anxiety that infected every inch of your bones.

when you had finally seen him — not just witnessed his shadow in the darkness of a lonesome bedroom — he appeared as if he had just barely dragged himself home. his skin hung heavy under his eyes, his hair was oily and tousled, his hands seemingly obtained an impossible amount of callouses and burns and scratches. you did not say a word, fearful for his response. instead, you held him in your arms in the doorway as he collapsed to the floor, the buckle of his knees bringing you down with him.

you could hear the remnants of an apology muttered into your shirt (his shirt, truthfully).

“what was that, ‘samu?” you whispered, your voice barely reaching his ears.

he turned his head to look to the side with his cheek still firm on your shoulder. “don’t ya ever wish things were different?”

his voice was hoarse; it was littered with exhaustion and pain and misery that you could not begin to understand. his question nestled itself deep into your lungs. you weren’t entirely sure what he was asking.

“a life where you’re living comfortably … and you’re free to do whatever your want …” he began to trail off, his features lined with sleepiness. “didn’t ya ever want that?”

you began to rub circles around his back, which was damp from the sweat that accumulated beneath his work uniform. you were waiting patiently for him to say it — to tell you to go pursue greater things to conceal his desire to rid himself of you, or that he didn’t deserve you because he had committed an act of betrayal. but instead, he continued, “‘tsumu’s doing great things … ‘n he’s rich ‘n happy ‘n famous and so much more. but what about me? what have i done?”

his words dissipated gradually. the cracks in his voice exposed him quite easily, not to mention the teardrops staining your skin. “you’ve done more than enough for me, ‘samu. i’m sorry i didn’t make you feel that way.” your boyfriend only gripped onto your harder, as if he were scared you would melt away if he didn’t.

“i jus’ wanna make you happy. i’m not sure if my job can even do that,” he muttered. “i’m trying to work harder at the shop, but i’m scared it isn’t enough.”

if it were situationally acceptable, you would have heaved a heavy sigh of relief. but it was not — so instead, you began to hold him impossibly tighter. “you don’t need to work so hard for me to love n’ appreciate you. everything about you is enough to make me happy,” you spoke softly to him. “as long as you’re by my side, i’m happy.”

miya osamu, despite his intricacies, was a delicate man at heart. that night, as you held him at the front door, the porcelain shell concealing his truest soul had shattered.

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lssugaluv · 24 days

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Things he says to you while doing the deed. 🤭

• Haikyuu x fem reader.

• Haikyuu + Headcanons.

• MDNI 18+

• Synopsis: He loves to praise you all the time, you deserve it. But he also knows how much you love dirty talks, especially when doing the deed. Each character has a different small story.

• Ushijima -Dominance.

• Kuroo - Smartass, Teasing.

• Iwazumi - The man is just so in love.

• Suna - Loves your taste, attached and in love.

• Osamu - Exes who are still in love.

• Daichi - Jealousy, dominance, petty.

• Contains: Timeskip HQ characters (all 21 or older), s3x talk, some cursing, dominance, small sex stories, oral s3x, some degradation, body praise, mentions of slight choking, pet names, temptation, teasing, pettiness, jealousy, some fluff (it’s not an Lssugaluv post without fluff.)

• Characters: Ushijima, Iwazumi, Daichi, Suna, Kuroo, Osamu.

• I choose these guys because I can just see their dominance in bed.

• Please let me know if you’ll want to see other characters.

Ushijima:

• “Look at me.”

• You will never ever get used to his girth. As many times as you’ve done it with Ushijima, the stretch is always something you can never get used too. Especially when he’s gone for a while due to his games and tournaments.

• Ushijima has you nice and wet making sure you’re prepped for his girth to rip you apart. As soon as you feel the tip in you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Open your eyes. I need you to look at me.”

As soon as you open your eyes, his are burning straight at you. He then continues to insert himself in you as you can’t help but gasp with widened eyes. He grits his teeth causing his jawline to pop out even more, groaning a bit, not breaking eyesight. He bottoms out and your arch your back , filling in the gap you two had. He loves to see you become a hot mess just for him.

Kuroo:

• “I Can Tell That You Want Me.”

• Oh, your favorite smartass. Kuroo and yourself were best friends with benefits back in high school. And you decided to lose your v-card with him a week after you guys graduated high school. You later on in time became a thing. You two work at the same place now and live together.

• Kuroo can be such a tease. Especially when it comes to pushing your buttons or getting inside your pants. No one at work actually knows that you and Kuroo are technically high school sweethearts. Not that you wanted your relationship to be a secret, but more because sex at work is always 10x better when kept in the DL. Plus, everyone at the office thinks you two are enemies, since you two tend to bicker a lot. Also, you guys agreed that if people find out, that’s fine.

Today you left 25 min after he did because you slept in, plus he had a big meeting right at 8 a.m that he couldn’t miss. You went to work in a sage green long sleeve that has fur on the collar and end of the sleeves. You paired it with a black mini skirt and see through leggings under. You didn’t have time to do your hair so your did a messy bun and paired it with accessories.

You had the whole office practically drooling for you. That was until your man spotted you. His hungry gaze couldn’t get off from you. You catch him staring from afar and text him.

You: “Do you need me to send you a selfie so it can last longer?”

Kuroo: “Damn, hot but always an asshole.”

You giggle at the message and look up to him and blow him a kiss.

You pass by him and purposely drop your pen in front of him. You bend down and he sees your gorgeous ass cheeks. He makes sure know one is around to pull you in and have you sit on his lap. Your back is facing his torso, rough hand on your neck, lips next to your ear. The other hand tightly around your waist, making sure you’re securely on him.

“I can tell that you want me baby.” He whispers into your ear, following a gentle bite.

“Can you really?” You slightly moan, pushing your ass into his now growing boner.

“Meet me at our spot in 5 min.” ❤️

Iwazumi:

• “I just can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

• You met Iwazumi through Oikawa last year and right away caught his attention. He is an ass to Oikawa but man does he love you. You guys finally decided to work something out and started to see each other. You wanted to start slow with him but life had other plans.

• Iwa is a man of consent. No matter how many times you’ve guys done it together already, he will never not ask for your consent first.

He came over after a week of not being able to see him due to your university’s schedule. As soon as you opened the door you noticed he had a boner already that was IN NEED of your attention. He pinned you to the wall at the entrance of your door. He had his hands all over your ass, mouth stuck on your jaw and neck.

“Baby, please, I need you.” You pant out after a steamy make out session.

“I’m sorry baby, we haven’t seen each other, and I know you want to catch up. But I just can’t control myself when I’m around you. Once you say yes, there’s no way I’ll stop.”

You nod your head yes as in giving him consent. You literally almost fold in half when he told you that. He picks you up in princess style and takes you to your bed, the rest was history.

Suna:

• “I love the way you taste. Never get tired of it.”

• When you first met Suna, he looked like a guy who just had no cares or worries in the world. Like you couldn’t break him, so you had no idea what he would think of or what type of hobbies he was in. Now you two have been dating for a year, and for some reason, every time he comes back from a tournament, he has to be buried in between your legs.

You were watching your favorite show when you hear a click on your apartment door. It was Suna who opened the door. He rushes to take off his shoes and leaves his bag and rest of his belongings at the entrance.

He doesn’t even say say hi to you when he right away pulls your pants & undies down and leaves you in your tee shirt with nothing on the bottom. You turn flush red from your face trying to push him away.

Without saying anything, he looks at you and pushes you down to the couch, his mouth connecting with yours. His tongue wrestles with yours and out of no where you feel a finger on your clit. He kisses your neck and then stops. He sits back up and taps on your thigh for you to do the same.

He puts that finger in his mouth, getting a taste of your delicious slick. His eyes almost stayed in the back of his head with that intense eye roll.

“I love the way you taste angel. I’ll never get tired of it.”

You turn even more red from embarrassment, and cover your face. He spreads your legs wide opened using his calloused hands. He wastes no time as he starts to lick your clit up and down, up and down. The warm sensation of his tongue making you almost cum right then and there. You use both your soft hands to palm his brown locks, and boy does he love that. He moans while eating you out, because he did miss your taste.

Daichi:

• “Don’t tempt me.”

• You have known Daichi for years. You two met in middle school and you know he can be a huge hot head. You know he can also be very territorial. Yet he is a huge sweetheart and very respectful. Now, after many years of dating him and being by his side, you are at a police academy ceremony, celebrating his new position as captain.

You are wearing a beautiful navy blue satin down. You look like a precious diamond, and of course Daichi is on protective mode. You see he was busy speaking to a small but important crowd during the cocktail hour. So you decide to go pour yourself some champagne.

As you were about to pour yourself some champagne, a big man stole the bottle from your hand. “If you’ll allow me too Miss.” He had such a husky tone. You turn to see a tall, handsome police officer who had a piercing on his right ear, a small yet curled mullet and gorgeous blue eyes. You stay in shock wondering how a handsome guy like him came across you.

You stood there frozen in place as he pours champagne into your cup. He then places the bottle back into its spot on the table and whispers something in your ear. That is when reality hit you when you felt a burning gaze heading right your way. You are completely flushed for your face, as you turn to see your boyfriend about to shoot the place down.

One thing about Daichi is, when he gets upset, it’s very hard to help him calm down. Another thing is, his aura is felt dozens of miles away when something/someone he loves is being taunted with. The tall male felt the same presence you felt and decided to casually walk away. He looks at Daichi as he walks towards him and places a hand on his broad shoulder. “Sorry man, didn’t know she was your’s.”

You quickly rush to the bathroom trying to disappear. When you hear the door knob twist and it was Daichi. You were looking at him through the mirror when he goes behind you. He places both strong arms around your small waist, chin on your shoulder. He takes some times to breathe in your beautiful scent. He whispers, “Darling, you know you look beautiful tonight?”

He places a small kiss on your jawline. “What did he say?” He then places another kiss , this time on your shoulder. You turn red all over again, “n-n-nothing.”

He sees this guy made you into a stuttering mess, which irks him even more. “Darling, I’ll give you one more chance, what did he say?” His warm breath next to your ear makes you so wet, you feel your about to drip on the floor.

Your silence was irritating him. “Darling, don’t tempt me.” His tone of voice drives you insane as he lets go of you and turns you around, lifting you up on the counter. He lifts up your gown as he unzips. He knows you want it, but since you don’t give him the answer he wants, you also don’t get what you want.

He rubs his angry dripping tip onto your clit causing you to be a moaning mess. You become impatient, wanting him to fill you up. You move your hips to line yourself up but he pulls away. “Oh no baby. I asked you a question twice. You didn’t answer and I told you not to temp me.” He caresses your cheek and gives you a passionate kiss. “Sorry baby.” He says as he puts his penis away and leaves you there a throbbing mess. “I’ll wait for you outside.” As he pecks your lips one last time.

Osamu:

• “Nobody understands your body like I do.”

• You and Osamu dated for a few years until a year after you both graduated from university, you two decided to part ways and stay friends. Due to his now growing business and your traveling job, you never saw each other which created unwanted distancing. You thought you both fell out of love, which you both never did. Osamu never wanted to part, but he has always respected your decisions and didn’t want to force you to stay.

You were invited to a party by your coworkers. You didn’t want to go but of course they forced you out. They wanted you to go out there and meet new people. You were in a cute black romper with your luscious locks nice and wavy.

At the party, you had about two drinks and were talking to your coworkers. A hot guy comes up to you and invites you to a drink. You are talking and all and that’s when you lose your mind seeing your ex boyfriend across from the balcony. “O-Osamu?” You think to yourself, completely shutting out the guy’s conversation. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and decide to leave the party and just go home. Seeing him after a year really threw off your whole vibe. And you couldn’t help how freaking sexy he looks now.

As soon as you enter your front home’s entrance, you hear a knock on the door. You open it thinking it was your coworkers to take you back to the party. Without knowing it was Osamu. Your eyes completely widened and you stay glued on one spot.

“What are you doing here?”

He walks into your home and hugs you.

“I’m glad I saw you. I really miss you.”

You couldn’t help but grow teary eyes. “Osamu.. I can’t-“

He cuts off your sentence by kissing you. He starts off with two small pecks and sees you don’t stop him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. He then kisses you, inviting his tongue in your mouth. He gains a sexy moan from you, knowing you’re already as horny as he is.

He pulls away gently to look at you. “Did my baby miss me too?”

You continue to kiss him to answer his question but then you go back to your senses. “Wait. We are broken up. We can’t do this.” You let go of him. He grabs you again, this time gently spreading your legs apart, brings his hand down to your underwear, moving it to the side. He slides one finger in, rubbing your clit in small circles.

You moan, hiding your face on his neck, taking in his scent you missed so much. You feel his finger slip out and you look up at him a bit frustrated since he stopped. You look at his finger that he’s holding up to your face.

“Ya see that angel? You’re completely wet. And it’s just for me.” His finger was completely soaked in your juices.

You become embarrassed and try to deny how crazy he has you. You try to deny that you miss him and his touch as well. You try to deny that you still love him.

He picks you up and takes you to the couch. He starts kissing you all over again, gently removing your clothes. He kisses your shoulders, your neck, your collarbones, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. He kisses every part of your body. You feel like you’re about to cum, that’s how much you miss him. He undresses himself, showing off his gorgeous body. Now the two of you are completely naked.

He has you in the missionary position. He inserts himself in you, causing you to arch your back, moaning loudly. Your small hole is so tight, you cause him to groan onto your neck as he hugs you tightly.

Osamu starts to slowly pump in and out, in and out. Allowing to adjust to his size, it’s been too long.

“Ya think I don’t know ya baby? As soon as I saw you at that party, I knew you missed me.” His face a blushing mess. “Ya think ya can resist me? Ya think I can resist ya? As soon as ya kissed me, I knew ya wanted me.”

He thrusts himself hard in this sentence. Hitting your g-spot so delicious that you came after the last word.

“Nobody. Understands. Your. Body. Like. I. Do.”

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kairismess · 4 months

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✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆ HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU DO THEIR HAIR

TETSUROU KUROO.

he's not used to having any other hairstyle but his signature bed head or rooster head look, but he's loving it so far.

his favorite part about whenever you do his hair is when you give him a top knot or little pigtails, he never takes them off, not even during practice matches to show off his beautiful new hairstyle to the others.

he definitely loves cherry blossom hair ties, it makes him feel just as cute as you.

KENMA KOZUME.

yeah, kenma doesn't usually feel comfortable whenever his side vision is exposed, but he's slowly getting more and more accustomed to it whenever you do his hair.

kenma prefers having hair pins or clips in his hair instead of having it tied actually; he loves collecting hair clips from you and putting them in his bangs to keep them out of the way of his eyes.

he loves the feeling of your hands in his hair or on his scalp, it really calms him down and makes him sleep more comfortably, especially when he's lying down on your lap.

TOORU OIKAWA.

oikawa is definitely into couple hairstyles, no matter how ridiculous it might look on him.

he loves cinnamoroll or pochaco hair accessories, and he loves it whenever you put little pigtails in his hair and you play with them.

the most favorite thing oikawa loves when you're doing his hair is when you two exchange tea like you're in a salon together; of course, oikawa's usually grievances are about kageyama or ushijima, but it's also mainly about how he thinks you make him look too cute for his own good...

OSAMU MIYA.

osamu really doesn't mind you doing his hair, he wants you to do whatever you want with it, as long as you don't shave his hair off.

he also really loves having your fingers on his scalp or through the strands of his hair. it relaxes him after a long day of dealing with atsumu or being frustrated he couldn't see you.

osamu loves the butterfly clips you put in his hair, he loves making atsumu and the others on the team jealous he has a sweet partner who does his hair for him.

TADASHI YAMAGUCHI.

yamaguchi doesn't have a particular hairstyle from you that he appreciates, he appreciates and loves every way you style up his hair!

he enjoys it whenever you play around with his hair, especially when you use hair ties and clips that you think accentuate his hair color and eyes.

whenever you tie his hair up into a topknot, he gets really happy, because your face always lights up. and when you put your hands on either sides of his face and squish his cheeks together, admiring his cuteness, making him fluster because you can see his freckles up close and how red he's getting... making him even cuter.

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verslxt · 2 months

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shut up let me sleep ft haikyuu boys

“mhm shut up” you mumbled out as they persisted with bugging you. the finally got up from the bed and let you sleep opting to go to the kitchen and make you breakfast instead it’s about 45 minutes later when they come in with a plate of bacon, eggs, grits (SO GOOD) and pancakes “love you didn’t have to do this!” you say sitting up. “i did it because i love you” they say setting the trey down

ushijima, kita, aran, iwaizumi, and mainly ushijima, asahi, suga, daichi(maybe semi)

“mhm shut up let me sleep” “no.”

atsumu, hinata, bokuto, nishinoya, suna, tanaka, goshiki, oikawa and tendou

“mhm let me sleep” “fine” *sits on phone till you wake up*

suna, sakusa, semi, iwaizumi, ushijima (sometimes) daichi, suga, and tendou (also sometimes)

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teamatsumu · 6 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 22

knot - miya osamu x reader

word count: 1988

warnings: alpha!osamu and omega!reader, a/b/o dynamics, swearing, knotting, mentions of heat and rut

kinktober masterlist

You knew you would regret this. God, the amount of stupidity that was going into your decision right now would make you hurl later. But right now, you could give less of a shit.

It was with teary eyes and choppy, difficult breaths that you messaged Osamu. SOS. Come over ASAP. Your fingers trembled as you typed, and your vision was a mess, swimming, things going in and out of focus. Once you had sent the message, you dropped your phone somewhere out of sight, flopping back onto the bed, your sheets damp with sweat.

It was Day 6 of your heat, and even though normally things would start calming down by now, you were nowhere close to that. Instead of slowly cleaning up, like you often did during this time, you were still motionless on your bed, breathing hard and heavy, sweaty all over, and core clenching so painfully it made you cry fresh tears every few minutes. You had finally accepted that no amount of warm water bottles or silicone dildos could get you through this. Your body was craving an Alpha’s knot. And your heat was too stubborn to go down without it.

Hence the text to Osamu.

Osamu had been your friend for a few years now, ever since he opened his first ever branch of Onigiri Miya. Your personalities had gelled extremely well, so it was no wonder that you both made room for each other in your lives. Osamu was someone you trusted completely. He was kind, very caring, very perceptive, and very protective. He was the perfect Alpha, and of course, your little Omega heart had fallen head over heels for him. You were convinced however, that he didn’t feel the same for you. Osamu didn’t seem interested in courting at all, with anyone. He had briefly mentioned to you how focused he was on expanding his business, so you were sure he had no desire to be tied down with a mate at the moment. And so, your feelings remained boxed up, grateful to be part of his life in any way, even if it was platonic.

But biology could not be ignored. Even if you had gaslit yourself into believing you were fine being his friend, the Omega in you craved him. Desperately. Ardently. So no wonder you were still here, still in the very depth of your heat, with no signs of it stopping anytime soon. No wonder your Omega had taken over, mind blanking as you texted Osamu to come to you. You had lost to your Omega in your vulnerable condition, and you had beckoned the Alpha to you. Now you lay there, anxious, not knowing what you would do. All you knew was that you wanted him so bad you would do anything to get him.

The banging on your door startled you, and you heard Osamu’s muffled voice call out your name. With the last remnants of your strength, you stumbled out of your room and to the front door, clad in nothing but your tiniest shorts and skimpy crop top. The banging continued, even as your shaky hands unlocked and unchained the door. When you pulled it open, you nearly crumbled.

Your bloodshot eyes met Osamu’s calm, gray ones, his hand held up mid-knock. You saw the exact moment your scent hit him, his face scrunching and entire body stiffening, eyes widening in realization.

“You’re- you… Y/N, you-” His hand shot up to cover his nose, taking a step back. You abruptly shot forward, hand fisting the front of his shirt so he wouldn’t go any farther, tugging so hard that he stumbled towards you. You took advantage of that and pulled him further inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

Osamu groaned behind you, and you turned in time to see his eyes wandering over your almost bare body, your clothes leaving nothing to the imagination. His chest heaved, and a faint sheen of sweat was already forming around his hairline.

“Y-ya need to let me leave.” His voice was low, words muffled behind his hand. You almost moaned at the sound.

“Can’t.” You choked out, eyelids fluttering as you took in great big breaths of air, reveling in his wonderful scent, which was heightened by your sensitive nose. You stepped closer to him, knees buckling. He immediately stepped back. You whined in protest.

“Ya don’t want this.” He continued to reason. “Yer in heat. Yer not thinking straight.”

You shook your head furiously. “Always- always wanted you, Alpha.” You breathed. “Wanted you for so long. But you,” your lower lip wobbled. “You didn’t want me.”

Osamu’s eyebrows shot up, eyes widening in shock. He remained frozen in place as you moved closer to him, until you were right before him, standing on your tiptoes to nose at his neck, right on top of his scent gland. You heard him release a shaky exhale, hand dropping from his mouth as he finally breathed in your scent.

“Fuck.” His voice was strained, not protesting or stopping you as you moved forward, body pressing to his. Your tongue lapped over his neck, scenting him with fervor now that he wasn’t stopping you, and the Omega in you purred in satisfaction when your scent started mixing with his. And he was letting you.

“Omega…” His protest was weak, hands already brushing over your bare sides, fingers flexing as if he was holding himself back. So you decided to give him one final push.

“Why do you think my heat won’t go down?” You mumbled into his neck. “My Omega needs you, ‘Samu. Needs your knot. Give it to me, Alpha. Need it so bad.”

That’s all it took.

Osamu bent his head until his lips met yours, hard and rough. You keened into his mouth, one hand reaching up to tangle tightly in his hair while the other fisted his shirt to pull him even closer. Osamu’s hands were running wild over you, your waist, your hips, running down your back until they squeezed your ass. You arched into him, sighing when his fingers brushed over your clothed slit, groaning low.

“Yer soaking.” He whispered, voice low and thick with want. He pushed the crotch of your shorts aside, immediately shoving two long, thick fingers inside you. You cried out at the feeling, clenching desperately around him.

“What’d ya use?” He asked, his other hand gripping so tight at your waist it almost hurt. “Dildo? Vibrator? Tell me. What’d ya stuff this weepin’ cunt of yers with?”

You moaned at how filthy he sounded, at how prominent his accent got when he was turned on. You mumbled your answer into his neck, clinging to him as you ground your hips down on his fingers, trying to prolong the relief his fingers brought. He chuckled.

“Dirty little ‘Mega. Ya want me this bad? Look at ya, yer drippin’ down my whole hand.”

Your knees buckled again, and this time Osamu didn’t stop you. Instead, he lowered himself along with you, until you were sprawled right there, on the floor of your living room, legs spread and welcoming Osamu as he fit snugly there, his tongue running wildly over your entire neck, nosing at your scent gland. His throbbing erection pushed into your thigh, his fingers still working into you at a leisurely pace. You whined.

“Alpha, please.” You choked out, pleading with him through teary eyes. “Please.”

Osamu pulled away from your neck to look down at you, and you noticed how flushed he was. His hair was a mess, face red and eyes wild. His lips were swollen and bruised, and through his open mouth, you could see the faint beginnings of his canines. They were elongating. Your eyes widened.

Was your heat triggering Osamu’s rut?

You didn’t have it in you to think about it further because Osamu was sitting up, undressing quickly and doing the same to you until you were both bare before each other. You moaned at the sight of his cock, hard and throbbing, flushed to an angry maroon shade. The base was already a little swollen and your mouth watered at the sight. Your Omega keened. There it was. His knot. And you needed it inside you now.

Osamu seemed to be on the same page, because moments later he was pushing into you, taking advantage of the copious amounts of slick you were producing to slide straight in, groaning loud when his hips met yours, buried into you to the hilt. Your jaw went slack, immediately feeling your body temperature go down and the pain in your core settle slightly. Your Omega preened and settled, finally getting what it so desperately craved. Your Alpha on top of you, stuffing you full of his cock, the promise of getting his knot soon.

(Of course, he wasn’t your Alpha. You were pointedly ignoring that fact.)

Osamu was quick to set a punishing, fast pace, ramming his cock into your wet hole with all his might. You gasped and shook under him, eyes rolling up in your head at the feeling. It felt divine, after days and days of wanting exactly this, finally having it felt like an out of body experience. Your cunt was fluttering in delight, so happy to get what you wanted, and you felt your whole body sing at the feeling. You watched as Osamu smirked a little, smelling the shift in your scent.

“Feel good?” The question was rhetorical. How you were feeling was written all over your face, evident in the way your scent sweetened. Yet you still furiously nodded.

“So good, Alpha.” You whined, arching up off the floor, your breasts bouncing with each harsh thrust. “Fuck. Wanted this so bad. Wanted your cock in me for so long. God, need your knot. Please. Please.”

Osamu groaned, broken and shaky, cursing under his breath as he lifted your legs up to your chest, pressing down until you were folded into a mating press, his pace becoming even more rough and sloppy. You cried out at the feeling, eyes widening at how suddenly his demeanor had changed. You eyed Osamu curiously through your wet eyes, watched the gold specks appear in his eyes, watched his canines elongate until they were reaching below his bottom lip.

Osamu had just started his rut.

Your back arched up as your orgasm hit you full force, legs kicking and flailing as much as they could in Osamu’s bruising grip, feeling wave after wave of electricity zip through you. Osamu’s cock was swelling rapidly at the base, indicating how close he was to finishing too, the size of it catching on your abused hole with every thrust until he was moaning loud, pressing forward with force to make sure he could bully the knot into you. You cried out at the stretch, gasping when Osamu stilled and his cum started pouring into your cunt. He twitched and shook above you, riding out his orgasm as you ran a hand over his back, coaxing him through it.

All was silent except your heaving breaths. Osamu slowly lowered your legs until they were wrapped around his waist, knot still snug inside you. You sighed and wrapped your arms over his broad shoulders, eyelids fluttering shut. He carefully nosed at your neck.

“Feel better?” He asked, voice hoarse. You hummed and nodded in reply.

“What about you? I think I triggered your rut.” You looked down at him sheepishly, eyeing the sharp canines now prominent against his lips, and Osamu sighed, mouth twitching up into a smile.

“Ya did.” He relaxed into you even more, cock shifting inside you slightly. “Can’t say I’m mad about that. It was totally worth it.”

You giggled, leaning your cheek against Osamu’s hair as you both waited for his knot to go down.

“For what it’s worth, Y/N, I’ve always wanted ya too.”

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kairiscorner · 6 months

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Hiii can I request prompt 59 with osamu!

"ah, sorry, i... oh, your hand's really soft."

OFC DEAR SKSMJDKDKSJSISKDKEK i wanna eat him he's such a LOVER BOY but is very lowkey about it, so SHY AND ADORABLE I EKDKSJKWNSIEKEJEKEK

"your hands are so... warm."

a long day of volleyball practice and studying prompted you to ask osamu if he wanted to go get some soda with you at the nearest convenience store. he agreed, not that he had any reason to disagree, since you were only the cutest and sweetest person he has ever had the pleasure of meeting.

you two entered the convenience store, and like an obedient little puppy–or fox, rather–he quietly walked with you along the aisles of the store, listening to you as you spoke, nodding and shaking his head all sleepily, looking over at you with half-lidded eyes that were full of subtle adoration and love for you.

you spoke to him all about what happened today, about all the little things and the bouts of excitement and disappointment all throughout your day; it was the highlight of osamu's day to hear all about yours, really–and hopefully he wouldn't sound creepy if he were to admit that he gets a little sluggish when he doesn't get to see or hear from you at all from the day.

"hey, wanna try this one?" you ask him as he moves closer to you, looking over your shoulder to get a better look at the drink. "oh, as long as it isn't too sweet or strong, i'll take it." he said as you smiled. you two exited the convenience store and sat down at a nearby bench, just relaxing after a long day of work, studies, and practice. you rummaged in the bag, and you pulled out the drink you introduced him to. "here ya go, samu." you said as you handed him the drink, with osamu thanking you in a small mutter as he reached for it.

there was a split second when his whole body jolted up and froze–and it was in the very instance that his fingers were wrapped around yours. you didn't flinch, you found nothing wrong with the way he was holding your hand, you felt a little warmed up at the feeling, really. osamu blushes a bright pink when he realized just what the soft, gentle feeling was underneath his fingers was, and he tried pulling away, but his mouth ran quicker than his hand and his mind, and he blurted out:

"ah, sorry, i... oh, your hand's really soft..."

"you... really think so?"

"i-i mean... you feel... just right, i mean...!" he blurted out again, trying to cover up his embarrassing confession, merely blushing even worse while you stifled a giggle and smiled right up at the flustered, pink mess of the boy that he was. he could be serious, calm, and deadpanned at times–but around you, his one and only weakness, the only person who can pull him to be more expressive, emotional, and fired up at times–he can be a shy, cute little lover boy. and he doesn't mind getting used to being rattled by how much you make him melt, he adores being made into an embarrassed puddle of adoration and devotion to you, always.

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kitasgloves · 5 months

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You're an Inarizaki graduate in a relationship with the SAKUSA KIYOOMI. You were close with the Miya bros, especially Atsumu, and friends with the entire Inarizaki volleyball club. You already had a longtime crush on Sakusa when you watched the practice match between Inarizaki and Itachiyama. You were forever grateful that Atsumu forced you to watch game because you wouldn't be able to have seen Sakusa.

You're working as PR in the MSBY Black Jackals and got reunited with Atsumu (unfortunately). He knows your big fat crush on Sakusa and tries to be your wingman. His plan? He gets you drunk in a party and forces you in a room alone with Sakusa. He claimed it would give you the enough courage to confess.

You confessed but you couldn't remember what Sakusa's reaction was. It ended up with Sakusa taking you to his place because you're incredibly drunk and unable to get home on your own. You woke up to the worst hungover since college and a shirtless Sakusa making breakfast calling you 'darling'.

The rest is history. You and Sakusa have been together for more than two years. Although you two seemed like the ideal couple, there has been frequent verbal fights lately. It mostly had something to do with conflicting schedules and a lot of dates cancelled. Sakusa was a busy athlete and your job as the PR didn't mix well with his hectic schedule.

"This is the fifth time that I have to cancel reservation, Omi!"

"Then just stop making reservations! You know how busy I am so don't get mad that I couldn't make up to our date!"

"You could've at least made an effort to! Or say sorry!"

"We've gone through this over and over again [Name] and I'm getting sick of it"

"So, what? You're sick of me?"

"Maybe I am!"

This argument was different from the previous. You were left stunned as Sakusa breathlessly glared at you, shattering your heart into smithereens. Immediately, your eyes felt wet as you turned around, grabbed your keys, phone, and wallet and stormed out of the apartment. You completely missed the sheer regret that erupted on Sakusa's face.

You called up Atsumu and asked to meet up at Onigiri Miya. When you arrived there and saw the blonde setter, you quickly went in for a hug and sobbed your poor heart out. Atsumu knew you had another fight with your boyfriend since you've been telling him about it for the past few days. It seemed like today, a line was crossed.

Sakusa tried reaching your phone but you have put your phone in airplane mode. Osamu kindly made you your favorite onigiri as you told them about the fight. Of course, the twins took over your side because they've known you for a very long time. You stayed over at Osamu's and had a sleepover with the Miya twins.

The next day, Sakusa was driving all the way to Osamu's place. He has found your whereabouts through his cousin Komori who he got from his teammate, Suna Rintaro. He sucked in a breath and knocked on the door. What he was not expecting was a very serious-faced Atsumu Miya answering the door.

"The hell are ya doin' here?"

"I need to pick up my girlfriend"

"She doesn't wanna be with ya right now"

"That's none of your business, Miya"

Atsumu gives Sakusa a humorless laugh and gives him the most intimidating glare that Sakusa has ever seen from him. Usually, the blonde setter is all smirks and smiles but seeing this death glare from him actually made Sakusa physically shiver.

"Ya made her cry all the way over here sayin' that yer sick of her! Do ya have any idea of the amount of effort she puts in scheduling a dinner fer the both of ya 'cuz she misses ya so much?"

Sakusa was officially speechless as he gulped. He rigidly stands there and gets his well-deserved scolding from Atsumu Miya of all people.

"[Name] means a lot to me 'cuz she's like a sister so if I ever catch her cry 'cuz of you again, I will personally beat yer ass then skin ya alive and give ya some bonus ass whoopin' from Osamu and the entire Inarizaki alumni"

Atsumu warned him. And Sakusa makes sure to keep that in mind. The blonde sighs and finally takes a step aside from the door.

"Go apologize to her and make up, Omi-kun"

Sakusa doesn't need to be told twice as he rushed inside the apartment, not bothering to take off his shoes and pounced at you in the kitchen. You just woke up but you were pleasantly surprised with your boyfriend profusely apologizing to you.

Osamu places a hand on his hip and looked at his twin. Atsumu was smiling as if he didn't just threatened Sakusa earlier.

"What did ya tell him?"

"Oh nothing, just gave him a little warnin' that's all"

Osamu knows Atsumu is a lying piece of shit.

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Lord Miya Osamu [2]

Its looking like three parts... makes me feel bad for Lord Sakusa. I might need to give him a second part.

Warning: explicit smut; mentions of pregnancy; angst Notes: If you're new to this bandwagon, welcome, this is this is the 5th Haikyuu character Lord Series - please check out the others in my master list. There is a part in here that it reflects a mini scene that happened in Lord Atsumu but nothing confusing.

First part

Osamu’s cock hardens by the second and oozes milky white cum every time two of his fingers move in and out of the hot and soft walls of Y/n’s pussy. His fingers felt wonderful inside her, and he couldn’t wait nor imagine how euphoric it would be when his cock is replaced with his fingers.

He keeps his eyes alternating on his hand and her expression. Her knuckles are white from gripping the sheets of the futon, chest moving in slow deep breaths. Her eyes are shut with her lower lip trapped between her teeth.

“Does it hurt?”

She shakes her head.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shakes her head again.

“Open your eyes and answer me properly.” He demanded, needing to know he is the one making her feel this way. Needing validation, that he is the only one that will make her feel this way from now on.

The moment her eyes open and look straight into his with the same burning passion, that was all Osamu needed.

“Please, don’t stop.” Her voice barely whispered.

Osamu adds a third finger, just to properly stretch her out and prepare her for his cock. He knows he is large. Thick. And long. But the way she feels around his three fingers, she was still much too tight, and he didn’t want to hurt her.

“’Samu,” her arms open wide, “enough, I want you.”

He lets out an agonizing groan, stroking his cock with his other hand. “This… might hurt you.”

Her mouth parted, watching the tip of his cock ooze cum each time he stroked upward. “I can handle it…”

And that does it for Osamu.

He pulls out his three fingers and uses the glistening juice to coat his cock. His other hand sticky with his pre-cum.

His thighs flex at the thought of cumming inside of her. Filling her over and over until he is sure that she is his.

Forever.

He wanted to make her round and beautiful with his child… no… children.

“’Samu…”

Osamu breaks out of his breeding trance of imagining her pregnant with his babies.

But he knows better. Not until they wed.

And he is going to wed her.

And put his babies in her.

He swallows the lump in his throat, shifting his cock closer to her wet glistening heat.

He knows he shouldn’t…

But what’s the risk if it’s just the pre-cum?

It won’t get her pregnant, right?

He presses the tip to her core, rubbing it before pushing the fat tip past her entrance. “Ahh… you –“ he chokes back on his words.

In one swift move, he thrusts until he’s fully nestled inside of her.

Osamu collapse over her, holding his weight on both his elbows. “Y/n… my Y/n… you feel so wonderful.”

Her hand cups his face and she bring his lips down to meet hers in a heated kiss. “Make love to me, ‘Samu.”

His thrusts are slow and deep, to ensure that she has adjusted to him.

Or that he has molded her pussy to his cock.

Because he is determined to be the only one to make love to her for the rest of their lives.

Osamu sits up and runs a hand through his hair. Hooded eyes land on her bouncing tits and he remembered lying in bed wondering the day he would get to feel them… touch them… suck them.

His guess was right the first time he touched them by accident, they are large.

His palm is filled with the softness and squishiness, and he gives them a handful squeeze. He swoops and takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling and swirling his tongue around the pucker tip.

Goodness, he couldn’t wait until they are full of milk.

Osamu switches over to the other side, making sure to show the same attention as well.

He doesn’t even notice his thrusts has become harder and faster.

“’Samu…” Y/n whined, legs wrapping around his body. “I’m…”

He was rutting so hard, so deep inside her sweet pussy that he came seconds after he felt her walls flutter and contracted around is cock.

He had not meant to cum inside of her but couldn’t help it.

“Y/n…” he mumbles breathless, sitting up and glancing down at his work. Her chest was marked with various red marks and her nipples looked like they have been properly suckled. “Sorry… I did not mean…” he loses his train of thoughts when her fingers graze gently along his arm. “You felt… too good.” He sits up straight and stills at the sight of their connection.

How intimate it was.

He withdraws slowly, wincing at the sensitivity.

While the damage was already done, Osamu lifts both her legs, pushing them forward until her pussy is facing him.

“What are you doing?” Y/n asked quietly. She watches his concentrated gaze at her intimate core and was about to close her legs when he prevents her from doing so.

“One second…” he mumbled.

Osamu is always careful, making sure to never cum inside any woman. His father always warned him, but he couldn’t help it when it came to Y/n.

All his senses went out the door and it came naturally to him.

As if it was rightfully his responsibility to be the one to cum inside of her.

He was too embarrassed to tell her he has always fantasized what it would be like to cum inside of a woman he cared about… and watching it flow out.

At last, the milky thick load he shot inside of her made its appearance by dribbling out of her hole and down her backside.

A hand shot out and covers his sight. He looks up at her and she mutters, “stop, it’s embarrassing.”

“Move your hand,” he orders softly, and she bites her lip before retracting her hand. His eyes hard at the gooey glob that trails down and stains the sheets. He releases his hold on her legs and uses his fingers to wipe the remaining fluid away.

His mind goes into the gutter again as he stares at the fluid that came from both their bodies.

To think this stuff can make a baby… Osamu thinks to himself.

“You’re so perverted,” he hears her say.

“Me?” he almost felt offended, but the thought went out when she sat up and turned around onto all fours and was about to get up when he grabbed her hips, stilling her. He presses himself behind her, grinding his hips against her bottom. “Where are you going?”

His cock instantly hardens again. He playfully humps her, “one more time?”

She doesn’t answer but drops down onto her elbow, pressing her bottom into him, submittingly.

They laid tangled in each other’s limbs after a few rounds of love making.

“Do not mind me being bold and straightforward, but how old are you?”

Y/n lifts her head off his chest, “I’m twenty-six years old, how old are you, ‘Samu?”

He couldn’t help the foolish grin on his face, loving how she calls him ‘Samu now than my Lord. “I’m twenty-four years old. Just two years younger than you.”

Her eyes look at his lips, “two years still…”

Osamu lifts her chin, forcing her to look at him in the eye. “It’s only a number.” She smiles, but it’s not convincing. “What’s wrong?”

She sighs, “I don’t want to rush you, but my body is aging by the day… if… if you are serious about me, ‘Samu… I don’t want to waste too much time…”

He turns his body completely towards her and pushes the hair behind her ear. “I am. I will go back home later and discuss with my parents.” He brings his lips to hers, “I want to bring you home.”

. .

Two weeks later, Y/n keeps herself occupied with the Matsui. Saeko has visited twice and glows as a married woman.

“Any news with you and Lord Miya?” She whispers the moment they had a private moment.

Y/n tries to control the heat rising on her face. She will not disclose what happened that night. The following early morning, Osamu guided her back to the Matsui resident and promised her he will return for her. She was glad her aunt did not question her absence the night before. “We are speaking…”

“That’s it?”

Taking a deep breath, Y/n answers, “I am waiting on my Lord.”

What she means behind that was that he is speak to his parents and will make the next move.

Saeko’s face lights up with joy and she squeals. “I cannot wait to hear good news.” She gives Y/n’s hands a squeeze. She leans forward, “I have potentially good news too…” she leans back and places a hand on her abdomen.

Y/n’s eyes widen with joy, “already?”

“With the way Ojiro and I have been –“

“Shh!” Y/n covers her mouth. “No need for details.” They both giggled like schoolgirls. “I am very excited, and I pray to hear good news in a few weeks of time.”

“Same goes for you too Y/n. You are definitely glowing!”

After a long day of what seemed like doing nothing, Y/n sighs and relax against the tub. The hot water was sooth for her body and muscles.

Her lower back was aching, and she caught herself yawning in the late afternoon.

And she was exhausted by bath time.

She grabs the soap and lather her arms and move to wash her breasts when she hisses at the tenderness.

A shock zapped her as she touches her chest again, feeling the tenderness.

She’s has had tenderness breast before her monthly bleed but… they were never this tender.

Counting in her head, it was more than fourteen days ago when Osamu made love to her numerous of times.

And he came inside of her all those times.

Of course, it was stupid of her to think it was okay since it was her safe days.

But the many times Tadashi made love to her when he was still alive, she did not conceive once.

Tenderness breast, lower back ache and fatigue?

Am I pregnant? A hand rests against her lower abdomen and a soft smile curve on her lips.

. .

“What do you mean no?” Osamu demeanor darkens at his father who sat across from him.

“No, you cannot marry that widow.” His father, who is a splitting image of his sons, repeated. “Atsumu has already caused enough problems for us,” he sighs deeply, “I do not need you to too, Osamu. So please, spare this family another case of embarrassment.”

Osamu narrows his eyes at his father, “Y/n is not an embarrassment.”

“’Samu,” his mother calls his name softly, “you’re right, she is not an embarrassment, but she is a widow – do you know –“

“Yes, mother, I know what it means to want to marry a widow. I know what everyone would say, and I do not care.” He looks at both, “and you two shouldn’t either. Y/n is kind, she is well mannered, and she would make a lovely daughter-in-law as well as my wife.”

His father sighs frustratedly. “You are a single man, ‘Samu. You should marry someone in your league.”

Osamu scoffs, “that’s stupid.”

“Osamu!” his mother scold, “I agree with your father, she is not fit for you.”

Osamu stands up, “I love her, and I will marry her whether I get your blessings or not.”

“Sit down.” Osamu’s eyes harden at his father. Never in his life has he ever looked at his father this way. “Sit down, Osamu.”

Inhaling sharply, he takes a seat again.

His father exhales, “I know it’s not what you want to hear but I cannot allow you to ruin your life to marry her. There are many other eligible women out there.” He looks at his wife, “in fact, we found one for you.” He glanced over at his wife, “the Imai family has their youngest daughter who is of age –“

“I will have to respectfully decline, father. I have a woman I wish to marry and that is Y/n.” Osamu stands up again, “please don’t make this hard. I only want to spend the rest of my life with Y/n and that is all.”

Osamu was about to leave the room, ending the ridiculous conversation when his father called his name with a tone he has not heard since he was a child.

“You will not marry that widow. That is the end of this conversation.”

. .

“Lady Miyazaki, you have a guest.”

Y/n’s face lights up, she stopped whatever chore she was handling and hurries towards the main room ready to see Lord Miya.

The excitement on her face morphed as it wasn’t Osamu, but a young woman.

“Hello,” Y/n quickly composes herself and bows respectfully. “How can I help you… Lady…”

The young woman stands up, bowing. “Hello Lady Miyazaki, I’m Lady Imai Suzu, Lord Miya Osamu’s future bethrow.”

Y/n kept her composure and controlled her facial expression even though her heart has just been pummeled. “Congratulations Lady Imai.”

Lady Imai looked a lot younger, no more than the ripe age of eighteen.

She smiles, cheeks flushing. “Thank you but I came today because I wanted to confirm something with you.”

Y/n’s breath hitched quietly. “What is it that you would like to confirm?”

The young lady herself was hesitating. “There are rumors that…” she broke eye contact, “you were seen entering a hotel with Lord Osamu a few weeks ago?” Y/n opened her mouth, but she continued, “I am not mad or upset. Lord Osamu is a man, and he has his needs but after we wed, I do hope you will know your place.”

Y/n nods her head, “of course, you will not need to worry about me.”

. .

Osamu is livid.

Lady Imai Suzu is sitting in front of him, smiling fondly at him and his parents.

“I am honor to be part of the Miya family.”

Had Osamu known that the guest they were going to have for lunch was her, he would have found a good enough excuse to leave home.

His father and mother has been keeping a close eye on him that he has not been able to go visit Y/n or send her a message.

Laying up late at night, Osamu has been trying to find a way to end this engagement with Lady Imai.

He had no idea that his parents has been working diligently behind his back with his own engagement.

Words has already been spreading and he needed to figure something out quickly before it reached Y/n.

It was three weeks later when Osamu had enough.

Enough of his parents.

Enough of this engagement talk.

Enough of Lady Imai.

And enough of Y/n ignoring him.

As soon as Y/n walked out the Matsui gates in her black kimono, Osamu came from behind, covering her head to shield her face with his haori and guiding her away from any lurking ears and eyes.

“It’s me,” he whispered when she struggled out of his grip.

“’Samu?” he hears his name faintly.

When they are alone in an alley, Osamu turns her and cups her face, kissing her lips softly.

A kiss silently saying I missed you.

He pulls away and looks both direction before pushing the haori off her head, covering her shoulders.

They gazed at one another before something changed in her eyes and she looked away, “what are you doing here, you shouldn’t be here.”

At this point, he is sure she knew about his engagement.

“Look at me,” he softly demanded but when she doesn’t, he lifts her chin with a finger. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get to you.” His lips curve slightly, “you didn’t help by making it difficult, but I forgive you.” He teased.

“Well, you shouldn’t.” Snapped, pushing his hand away. “You need to leave before someone sees you.”

Osamu takes a step, closing the distance between them and cups her face. “Look at me, I am going to break this engagement.” His eyes soften when hers begin to gloss with tears. “I love you. I want to be with you and only you. I’m going to find a way out of this and I’m going to make sure we are together.” His thumb swipes her tear. “Believe me, okay? Just… just wait for me.”

“No, Lord Miya.”

Osamu’s face dropped. “What are you saying?”

She gently pushes his hands away and takes a side step away from him. “No, I am not going to wait for you. I do not want to be with you anymore either.”

He whispers her name, “you – you don’t mean that…”

“I do,” her voice firm, “it was good while it lasted but we need to go our own ways now.”

Osamu steps forward grabbing her shoulders, “stop – you don’t mean that. You want me just as much as I want you.” His eyes search her eyes, “you’re lying – you’re just saying that to get me to marry Lady Imai.”

“You need to marry her; it is the right thing to do.”

“Bullshit.” He swears, “I don’t understand this change of heart, but I know it’s not real, you don’t feel that way Y/n. I don’t believe you –“

Looking at him straight in the eyes with her glossy ones, she cuts him off with, “I have accepted Lord Matsui Satoshi’s marriage proposal.”

. .

Osamu’s brow knit as the servant of his brother hesitated. “What do you mean Lady Miya isn’t here? But my brother is here?”

She nodded her head, “yes, Lord Osamu.”

Osamu gives her a confused look and thank her, leaving to find his brother.

He enters his brother’s office and takes a seat across from him. Ever since his older brother settled down, Osamu never thought the day would come to see his brother act mature.

“I didn’t see sister-in-law, where is she?” Osamu asked when his brother set his writing brush down.

“Home.” Atsumu answered quietly and tiredly.

“In her room?” Osamu is genuinely confused. His brother’s demeanor and the atmosphere, something wasn’t right. “I came here to ask her for some advice…”

His twin lets out a sigh, “home as in her family home.”

Osamu blink, trying to understand the situation. “So, you’re here… and she’s… there?”

Atsumu sighed for the nth time, “yes little brother. She has been at her family home for a week now.”

He went on to explain what was going on between them.

Osamu came to get some advice from his sister-in-law to end up having to give advice to his own brother.

“… you need to get her back and treat her well.”

“I know,” Atsumu answered, “I need to get her back.” Atsumu lifts his chin, “why are you here?”

They spent the last twenty minutes talking about Atsumu that Osamu forgot why he was there until now.

“You see brother, I too am having woman problem.”

Osamu can’t remember the last time he and his twin had a serious conversation – one that seem like they needed each other.

He watched his older brother pull out a stash of fine sake and pours two cups, respectfully setting one cup in front of him. “Well then, spill it.”

“How do I break my engagement with Lady Imai?”

Atsumu sips his sake before answering, “you don’t want to marry Lady Imai?”

“Of course not, she’s still a young girl.” Osamu sips his sake, exhaling deeply. “I do not want to marry her because I’m in love with someone else.”

Atsumu’s brows hiked, “oh, who is this other lady?”

“Lady Miyazaki Y/n.”

Atsumu’s head tilt as he lets the name sink in. “Isn’t that Lady Aran’s – “

“Chaperone, yes.”

“The widow?”

“Yes,” Osamu gritted.

Atsumu takes a deep breath, lost in his thoughts. “Let me guess, mother and father said no?”

“Correct.”

“And engaged you with Lady Imai without your consent?”

“Correct.”

Atsumu lets out frustrated sigh, “you need to be a man and break it off with Lady Imai.”

“Just like that?”

Atsumu nods, “yeah, be honest and break it off with her. Tell her you love someone else.”

Osamu stared at his twin for a second, “when did you get so…”

“This happens when you fall in love, you understand things you didn’t get before.” He sips his sake, “is Lady Miyazaki someone you really want to spend the rest of your life with?”

“Yes.” Osamu answered in a heartbeat.

“She’s worth it?”

“Yes!”

“Then you need to fight for her.” Atsumu stares at his brother, “exactly like what you just told me. We need to fight for our women.”

“But she’s going to marry that punk Saitoshi.”

Atsumu crosses his arms against his chest, “you’re going to let that punk take your woman?”

“Over my dead body.”

. .

“We cannot marry.” The smile on Lady Imai’s face morphs into a frown. Osamu has called her to have a private meetup at her family home. “I am in love with someone else and it would not be fair to you or to me if neither of us is happy. So,” he inhales sharply, “I cannot marry you. I am sorry.”

Osamu is prepared for all scenarios. Ready for her to cry. Ready for her to hit him. Ready for her to yell at him. Ready for her to refuse.

She lets out a deep sigh. “It’s Lady Miyazaki?”

“Yes,” Osamu answered softly, “it is her that I am in love with. And she is in love with me too.”

“I know,” Suzu’s voice cracked, “I saw the pain in her eyes when I told her I will be your future bethrow.”

Osamu frown, “you met her? When?”

“About four or five weeks ago,” her head bows, “it was before our parents officially announced it.” She apologized immediately when Osamu closes his eyes and inhales sharply. “I did not think and assumed she was only someone to temporarily fill your needs until we would marry.”

“You are wrong,” Osamu said quietly. “I love her, and I wanted to marry her before my parents even spoke about your existence. Unfortunately, my parents do not approve and went ahead and moved forward this engagement.” No longer wanting to waste any more time, Osamu looks at her, “I am here to tell you that I will be calling our engagement off. I owe you the explanation first and will take all the responsibility. I wish you well, Lady Imai. You deserve someone who will love you dearly as I love Y/n.”

. .

First Lady Matsui looks at him with sorrowful eyes. “Lord Miya, she is no longer here.” She repeated. "She has returned home with my son, Satoshi.”

The colors on Osamu’s face drained. “What – what do you mean?”

“Lord Miya, you mustn’t come here, you have a bethrow already and I don’t want any issues to come to us – “

“It is Y/n that I love and that I want to marry.” Osamu interrupts her. “It is I that she wants to be marry too.” He steps forward, “aunty, please – please tell me where she is?”

“Osamu,” she lets out a sigh, “I know your parents will not approve of her because she is a widow, don’t make this hard for you and for Y/n. You knew better than to get involved with her.” She takes a step back past the gates, “you shouldn’t be here, please return to your home.”

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