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luvring · 1 month
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AN INCH BETWEEN US
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osamu x gn!reader | ~800 words, he calls you hon once, you're getting married! :3
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“you don’t usually get nervous.”
“well,”—osamu fiddles with his cufflink, eyes trained on the metal around his finger—“today’s kind of a big deal, isn’t it?”
make sure you don’t see each other before you get out there, atsumu warned as he pat your fiancé’s back. bad luck or somethin’.
doesn’t make sense if we’re doin’ a first look, idiot.
oh, shut up. don’t look at each other ’til then, then!
your back rests against the door, his on the other side keeping it from closing. maybe it’s just a silly superstition, but it cements today as something real, reminds you that it’s happening.
you reach your hand around to search for his own. “at least we’ll be together the whole time. and then we can say goodbye, and go home, and get out of these clothes, and sleep—”
osamu groans and rests his head against the wood—you don’t think he’s slept properly in two weeks, head scrambled and busy with preparations and the same nervous buzz as yours; the fact that he fell asleep before 1am last night was a miracle.
his hand finds yours, engagement ring resting cool against your skin, palm warm and a little rough. he mumbles, “thank god i closed the shop for a few days, if you told me to wake up any earlier than 9 tomorrow i think i’d die.”
“why are you- we haven’t even gotten to the actual wedding, ’samu.”
“okay? i’m tired and ’m gonna get even more tired. i just wanna cuddle at home. can a man not dream?” he defends, and all but whines. you snort but relent, letting him pull your hand closer and settle into a quiet.
“what if i fall?” he blurts out.
“...what?” a laugh escapes you. “you won’t fall.”
“i could trip down the aisle.”
“you won't.”
he squeezes your fingers. “didn’t realize i was marrying someone who could see the future?”
“’samu. you won’t fall, but if you get in my head and i fall, i’m blaming you,” you warn with a teasing lilt.
a beat passes, and you can tell he’s smiling as you stare at the couch ahead of you.
sitting on a wooden hotel floor, wedding attire on and hair not done, bed covered in supplies and friends’ outfits, the buzz of the air conditioner making it a little too cold in your room—you think you’re content like this, because at least you’re here with him.
shuffling a little closer, he says your name.
“hm?”
the inch between you feels a little bigger as osamu lifts your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles, lingering on your ring finger a second longer than the others—“i’m glad i get to marry you.”
your grip tightens, and if osamu listened carefully, you think he could hear your heart trying to beat out of your chest in search of his.
the elevator dings somewhere down the hall.
“i’m glad i get to marry you, too.”
“samu!” his twin’s voice rings out. “are you done cryin’, or do i haveta drag y’back to get your hair done?”
“god, ’tsumu, yeah, i’m comin’, stop yellin’!” he chides with a huff.
atsumu scoffs before replying—something about his twin being ungrateful for all he does—then walks back to the elevator. you hear a sigh. “guess i should go, huh?”
a thumb rubs the back of your hand, and you almost tell him to stay, but there isn’t much time, and it won’t be long before you’re pushing it. taking a deep breath, you let go to stand up first. “mhm.”
the door squeaks at the weight now gone as you both stretch.
you turn to say goodbye, the open door and shadow in the hall taunting you, but freeze when a familiar hand starts to push the door open.
“wh- samu!” your hand flies up to push his grey bangs out of view.
“woah- what- shit- sorry, sorry. habit, was gonna kiss ya,” he apologizes with a stumble.
panic evaded, your heart rate comes down and he huffs. “my- seriously, hon, you’re lucky my hair isn’t done yet.”
“...sorry, i—” you try to hide a laugh. “i’m sorry, i panicked.”
“no, really?”
“’samu,” you whine, embarrassment painted across your face, though he can’t see. he laughs outside, and you try to ignore the heat in your face.
“...at least you’ll kiss me later, right?” you ask quietly.
“....yeah.” there’s a smile in his voice, a pause, a rustling of fabric as he pats down his suit once more. “see you out there?”
you place your hand on the doorknob. “see you out there.”
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zmbiesuga · 4 months
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osamu x gn!reader, domestic fluff, osamu calls reader "sweetpea", reader calls osamu "baby", oh how i yearn for him <3
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Osamu's morning routine was solid.
He woke up at 5 every morning, despite the fact that Onigiri Miya opened at 8. When he was younger, he would've gone for a jog to keep himself in shape. Now however, he feels no need to change anything about himself.
It always takes him a little, before he berudgingly gets out of bed and trudges to the bathroom that's connected to your shared bedroom, his safe space. The room the two of you share every night, tight in one another's embrace.
He starts the shower, and spends about the first five minutes allowing the warm water to cascade down his body, finally waking him up fully.
It's about 5:30-ish, when he's done. He brushes his teeth, with your toothpaste today, because his ran out. The taste reminds him of you, everything does.
When he's done with his teeth, getting dressed, putting in his contacts and messing with his hair, it's almost 6:10. He was supposed to wake you up at 6, but he knows you all too well, and his efforts would be wasted if he tried.
"Sweetpea," he whispers, shaking your shoulder gently, your tired groan hurting his heart just a little, "it's 6:10...gotta get up."
"Samu...10 more minutes..." you whine, just like every morning, making his small smile break out again, "...lay with me, please?" you plead, but it's not like you have to. Before you can even finish your question, he's already back in the warm bed for you, setting his phone alarm for 6:20.
His chest presses against your back, pulling you close as he presses soft kisses all over your face and neck, making your sleepy heart flutter while the fatigue overtakes you once more.
Osamu knows you won't wake up at 6:20, or 6:30 or even 6:45, but he doesn't care. Because this is how he spends his morning, wrapped up with you after already getting himself ready for the day, hitting snooze on that obnoxious alarm until he morally can't anymore, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.
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romiyaro · 1 year
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ᴘʀᴀɴᴋ #3 "ꜱᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɴᴜᴅᴇꜱ" !!!
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CW: nudes¡ suggestive language¡ mentions of sex¡
Pairing: (all post timeskip) suna, atsumu, osamu, ginjima x gn!reader
Network: @tokyometronetwork
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ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ
Guaranteed returns. All favors are returned x1000.
Send him a partial nude and you will get a dick pic within 3 milliseconds. Send him a thirst trap and an audio capture of him moaning your name is sent back.
Suna prides himself on his ability to collect quality material, so it's no surprise he's so very enthusiastic about this nudes exchange business.
Has pretty lights set up around his room just for the sake of clicking aesthetic dick pics.
There's even a special folder on his desktop dedicated to you. All these frisky pics and videos are stored there. He even names it his 'personal pornhub'
Comes home with hundreds of nasty fantasies filled in his head. Trust me he's created a very nice simulation of all the things he'd love to do to you.
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ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ
You just know this motherfucker is choking on his spit every time you send a pic that's even closely revealing.
This one time you send him a suggestive (only to dirty minded people) picture of your newly done nails holding your glass just for fun and next day videos of Miya Atsumu, star athlete clumsily fumbling with his phone are trending on the internet.
I'm really really sorry for this one but he totally responds in Adam Levine style😭😭😭 he's embarrassing you know it but you love him and that shitty replying style is something you and him have to work on.
He comes home all needy and whiny after that. Needs all the love and affection— much much more than usual.
He might not admit it but every time his phone pings and it's a message from you he pulls in a deep breath to stabilize his heart and be ready.
Atsumu is too much of an innocent boy for that cocky front he puts up.
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ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ
Now this guy is a totally different story. Unlike his brother, although equally cocky, he has the guts to back it up.
You once sent him a nude while on a double dinner date just to see his reaction and this mf looked at the picture and smirked, licking his lip. Never tell him how flustering you found it you'd just be digging your own grave.
He's an observant guy, he knows all your preferences– from the food to the positions, so it's not a huge surprise to you when he sends you detailed, nasty, toe-curling replies.
Lowkey think he could run his own pornblog and we would still follow him like dick hungry bitches.
Sometimes, he would send you unprompted random messages while you are at work. Like sirrrr, you get it. He knows you very well but it's none of his business to ensure you're melting in your chair at work thinking about him.
But that's not all. The real nastiness starts when you return home, or his hotel. This man is filthy. And he's gonna pull you down with him whether you like it or not.
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ʜɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ɢɪɴᴊɪᴍᴀ
You were sorely mistaken if you thought he was an innocent baby boy who had to be introduced to the art of sending nudes gently💀💀💀
He is the devil. This man laughs at you and calls you weak when you send him a partial nude.
The insult digs deeper when he sends you a beautiful, Pinterest worthy image of his pants pulled down just enough to show his perfect v-line. The sunlight kissing his pretty skin doesn't help either.
This ensues a nudes war. Who can click the better nude.
You both give each other occasional runs for your money. But it's usually him powning you most of the time. This guy has some serious aesthetics.
But the funny thing is, although you both forget the original intention of sending nudes, you both develop a cute and adorable sort of bonding activity out of it.
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Lost the taglist so i won't tag anybody and this isn't gonna be a regular writing phase anyways so🙏🙏🙏 also drop some holy water in the comments and reblogs plej i need it I've been thinking very nasty thoughts abt a certain white haired sensei from naruto
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thegirlwhoimagined · 2 years
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Anyway so here's a personal hc:
Out of all of Inarizaki, Kita and Osamu are the ones most likely to get love boners.
They're just so smitten with you, everything you do makes waves of love wash over them. Unfortunately for them, that love comes hand-in-hand with blood rushing straight to their cocks.
Kita watches in horror as he gets bricked up seeing you lovingly interact with Granny Yumi. Has to pull the hem of his sweater over his crotch, and banish himself to his room with a red face.
As for Osamu, he'll just pop a stiffy anytime he sees you enjoying his food or talking to his restaurant staff and asking them how they've been. Stares at you with a mixture of awe and infatuation while hiding his lower half behind the kitchen counter.
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kissagii · 2 years
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osamu teaches you to cook. he holds your hands and guides you through every motion, murmuring instructions to you in a sweet tone so different from what he uses in the restaurant. he insists you learn the basic skills even though he plans on making sure you eat like royalty for the rest of your life. his heart flutters when you take an interest in the culinary arts, and adores every moment you spend together in the kitchen. osamu is eternally grateful that he found a partner that could share his interests in the way you do.
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that's it, that's the post.
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shoverse · 2 years
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baby, i'm jealous {ii}
once again, starring my moots @https-celestial-blessing @https-hades-inferno @https-its-robin
a/n: oh god i haven't written in two months help me-
haikyuu! various x gn! reader
MIYA OSAMU glances at you talking up a storm with one of the customers. he's not sure who you're talking to, but he sure is making you laugh a lot. a little too much, if he's being honest. maybe he should go over and- oops. he probably shouldn't be rolling rice while...distracted. oh well, he'll just make some again. he tosses the ruined rice in the trash, and starts again; a little more careful this time...okay, he'll admit, maybe his onigiri does look a little off, but isn't he allowed to do that; that kid hitting on his lover? he walks over and practically slams the food down on the table. 'your food,' he grabs your waist, 'my lover.' he looks confused for a second, then his eyes light up. 'oh! you must be miya, right? y/n's told me about you. i'm atlas, nice to meet you!' 'hm. whatever' he stalks off, head held high, leaving you with him.
KUROO TETSURŌ sits parked outside your workplace, whistling a tune while waiting for you. he lights up when he sees your familiar figure stepping down the stairs, but looks confused at the person walking next to you. he jogs up the stairs to you, waving as he does. he quickly catches up to you. 'hey darling! and...who might you be?' he forces a smile. the stranger glances up at him. 'hello! i take it that you're dating y/n? it's nice to meet you! i'm brooklyni!' lyn grins. your boyfriend seems reluctant to respond. '...hello.' he mumbles, then looks over at you. 'anyway, i've made a reservation at {favourite restaurant}, and we gotta go!' you grin apologetically back at ace while he drags you away.
TSUKISHIMA KEI glares, annoyed, at someone he doesn't know. apparently you know them, though, since you're talking to them. he waits for you to finish talking, but you don't. he watches you grab, whoever that is? he watches you grab their hand and run over with them. 'kei!!' your voice rings out, 'meet my friend robin!' 'hey, i'm robin.' a grin rests on their face. '...hello?' his face remains unchanged you sit down next to him and start up conversation with ace again. he waits until ace leaves, but he still looks annoyed. 'kei, what's up?' 'nothing.' 'hm.' you know something's up. hell, you know what he's annoyed about. 'oh well, guess i'll just call robin again.' 'don't- i mean, i don't care.' and, oh, that just confirmed your suspicions. 'i mean, i was just gonna tell them about what a wonderful boyfriend i have, but i guess if you don't want me-' 'that's okay, i guess.'
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barbra-annbunny · 1 year
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Ch. 20 - Don't you think it's kinda cute?
WC: 883
CW: none (that i know of, but if i did miss something please let me know <3 )
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Bokuto looked between Tanaka, the girl, and you trying to decide if he should get involved. As soon as she had made her presence known, Tanaka had tightened his grip on you. It was almost as if he was afraid; whether it was that this newcomer would hurt you or that you would believe her, he wasn’t sure.
“Excuse me? I know you ain’t talkin’ to me.” You said, a bit of a southern twang slipping into your speech.
Bokuto froze. The last time he’d heard that accent come from your mouth, you had been screaming on the phone at someone that he never wished to be.
“Huh, are you that dumb? Who else has their hands all over the man leaning on a pickup?” The woman said, flipping her colourful ponytail over her shoulder.
Bokuto trained his eyes on you, not worrying about your safety as much as he was afraid to get caught in the crossfire. You’d closed your eyes and took a deep breath before lasering in on her again. A cocky smirk painted your face as you slid your left hand to caress Tanaka’s face.
“Oh… you mean this, man?” you said, the twang still present, but now with a more seductive tone. “Ya’ know, if my man was all over a gal like he is me, I sure as hell wouldn’t be mad at the chick caught in the crossfire. And I know I wouldn’t be calling her dumb.”
“She isn’t dumb, Yachi. And you know we aren’t dating.” Tanaka said, still pressing you into his chest.
The rest of the guys were in a similar position as Bokuto, wanting to help but not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. This kind of a confrontation had been a long time coming and none of them were looking forward to the cleanup.
“Yet, Ryu, you mean yet. I know you’ll come around one of these days.” she smiled sweetly before turning her attention back onto you. “Listen, if you’re not gonna leave him alone willingly, I’d be more than happy to make you.”
You laughed long and loud at that, honestly it unnerved the men you had now befriended. You wiped a tear before continuing, “You think you can make me? Honey, as cute as that is, you’re nothin’ but a hill of beans to me. I could send you to see your maker before you even make a fist.”
As you had spoken the smirk had settled on your face again. To solidify your point further, you’d left Tanaka’s grasp so that you could tower in front of her; face to face. The guys looked to Bokuto for any sign that he knew you could handle herself. He was no help, if anything he was in the same boat as them.
“But if you really wanna challenge me and try to prove your point, let’s race. No need for brute force, just skills,” You said, leaning into her personal space,” unless you’re afraid you’re gonna lose?”
The guys stared in awe, and the crowd that had gathered without you knowing all let out an antagonizing ‘ooooo.’ Yachi looked around for a second before pausing, realizing that no one was really cheering her on. She tacked on a determined face before turning to you with a new fury ablaze in her heart.
“You’re on, what are the stakes?”
“Pink slips.”
Another antagonistic ‘oooo’ from the crowd. A sharp intake from a few of your friends, and a blank stare from Bokuto.
Yachi chuckled, crossing her arms. “And what are you gonna be racing on, hmm?”
You looked to Bo for a split second, asking a silent permission from him. He stared at you for a second before giving a confused nod. You then looked at her and pointed directly at Bo’s bike without breaking eye contact.
“That. A 2013 Kawasaki Ninja 300.”
She stared at the bike, before turning to you, and giving you a confused grimace. “That thing tops out at like, what? 115 mph?”
“Mhm, and that’s more that what I need.”
“You do realize my bike tops out at 160, right?”
“I do.”
“And you still think you’re gonna win?”
“Almost guaranteed.”
It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. 
“If you say so.” she shrugged, walking over to her bike and butting her gear on.
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“L/N Y/N YOU BETTER EXPLAIN TO ME EXACTLY WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OR SO HELP ME-” Bokuto whisper-screamed at you as you slid your helmet on.
“Basically, I challenged her to a race cause she’s a stupid little bitch who needs to get put in her place. And if it was a fist fight she’d be dead right now, and I don’t feel like getting a teardrop tattoo this early in my life, okay?”
“Okay, fine I get that, but what does pink slips mean?”
“It means that the loser has to give the winner the deed to their ride. In this case, your bike.”
Bokuto’s eyes bulged.
“Now don’t go getting your panties in a twist, I’ve got this covered.”
“How in the hell do you have this covered???”
“I can’t get into it right now.”
“WHAT? WHY?”
“Cause I’ve gotta go hand that bitch’s ass to her on a silver platter.”
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&lt;Chap. 19 | Masterlist | Chap.21>
omg yall i'm so sorry it took me licherally over three months to get this out. i was dealing with a really shitty employment situation and so getting out of it took priority :/ BUT i'm back and i am going to bang this out so that i can start a new story 0_o
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periwnklblu · 2 years
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Can I have a hc for Tsumu (you can choose the other two) when his crush and roommate flashes him, like he shouldn't be home and when he open the door he finds his roommate without a shirt or just going out from the bathroom totally naked
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and they were roommates
Atsumu x gn! reader
Osamu x gn! reader
separate scenarios, mentions of readers chest (but nothing specified), possibly bad writing.
anon i am so sorry for literally taking forever to write this. life got hectic and lots of changes happened, but alas i am here to deliver this very cute prompt <3
a l s o: i sometimes get carried away with unnecessary back stories that i am too lazy to ever fully write out. but i still find them cute to think about and share, so i decided to include summaries of these storylines that are completely unnecessary to the actual plot lmao. read here if you'd like :)
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Atsumu:
Atsumu doesn’t want to come off as a total virgin when he sees his crush/roommate (it’s complicated. See notes above for the narrative i created for absolutely no reason), completely topless; so he tries to play it off as cool. He'd start off by just staring in shock, face instantly red before he looks away, but for some reason does not make the conclusion that he should leave. So he stays in your room, the door still wide open from when he barged in  moments ago,  while you’re definitely shielding your top half from the sudden intruder. His brain short circuits and the best thing he comes up with in that moment is to try and be seductive, but he stutters the entire time so it doesn’t go too hot for him. 
“I-i just wanted to see your-, wait fuck no, I mean take! I’m g-going to take you to dinner to-tonig-”' 
Taking pity on his nerves, while simultaneously getting tired of his incoherent sentences, you decide to cut his rambling short. 
“Yes Atsumu, I know! Now leave please!”
He yelps out a “Yep!” before scurrying away and closing the door behind him. When you finally emerge from your room in order to go to dinner (which is why he was even going into your room, to check if you were ready for the dinner he had already asked you out to several days before), his face is still beet red. It takes him awhile to make eye contact with you throughout the night, please take pity on this dork.
Osamu
Now Osamu has a little more class than his twin brother, but not by a whole lot. It was by complete accident, he swears! How was he to know that when he gave you one of his old high school t-shirts, you were going to change in his room and not yours! So when he opens his bedroom door to look for his phone, his eyes find a lot more than just the device. He also can’t hide the instant blush that appears on his cheeks, and he certainly can’t help the fact that his eyes linger a bit at your chest however! He at least has the decency to yelp out a “s-sorry!” before promptly leaving and shutting the door behind him. 
His heart is pounding, eyes blown wide as he stands outside his room, asking himself did that really happen? 
He’s unfortunately given no time to process the previous events as you soon open the door back up. This time your shirt is fully on yet Osamu has a hard time making eye contact. 
“I-I’m sorry, I was just looking for m-my phone I didn’t know-” Osamu begins before you take pity and interrupt him. 
“It’s okay, I’m sorry for using your room without telling you. I thought you were still setting up for movie night and your room was just closer so I thought to change here real quick. My bad” you sheepishly apologize, your cheeks also feeling a bit heated. 
Movie night started off awkward as you both sat on opposite sides of the couch, both still with blushing face. But by the end of the night, the exchange was forgotten, or at least seemed to be as you both were snuggled up in each other's presence. 
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folklorebae · 2 years
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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞
Cast(s)/Genre: GN!Reader & Miya Osamu
Wc: 0.3k
A/n: Probably this isn't my best work bcs I haven't written in a while. But at least I'm trying:'(
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It was a chilly spring night in Osaka. The cold wind that gave you shivers, made you rapidly walk towards Osamu's car which was already parked in front of your parents' house.
"Hey– Samu? What are you doing?" You slid into the seat on the passenger's side while Osamu was still struggling to reach something from the backseat.
"Oh, hi! Wait a second okay." He responded. You nodded, silently admiring Osamu's features, his dark hair, his nose, and his lips. You were in awe, feeling lucky that after seven months of having a crush on him, God finally answered your rambles. You tore your gaze away, before Osamu could even realize that you were eyeing him. He sat back normally and gave you a navy blue paper bag with the words or you could say the brand's name "Swarovski" in the middle.
You blinked, then brought your hand to close your mouth, not believing he would give you something expensive for your fifth date.
"Samu, no..." You whined, pouting your lips. "I didn't bring you anything."
"You look amazing, tonight." Those words seemed to accidentally slip out of his mouth. He should have thanked the Goddess of fortune who was on his side tonight. Because the dim street light made you couldn't see his rose-tinted cheeks.
You giggled at his response. "Samu? You good?"
He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I was too stunned to see you tonight and please, take this gift."
You looked down at the paper bag before meeting his eyes. Taking the paper bag from his hand, you smiled. "Thank you, I really appreciate it." 
"I wonder, what are you gonna give me for our first anniversary? A wedding ring?" You joked, even both of you weren't official yet.
He shrugged. A grin plastered on his beautiful face as he pulled the seatbelt across his body. "Perhaps?"
You brought your hand to caress his warm cheek, making his heartbeat increase by a hundred. "You are in love, aren't you?"
"You– you're my best friend, (Y/N)." He paused before adding. "I mean, not in a platonic way."
"I'm already yours, then." Mimicking your previous gesture, he also placed his hand on your cheek. The two of you admired each other before finally colliding your lips together in a swift motion and in a second, all you felt in the stomach were happy fluttering butterflies.
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mxonigirimiya · 2 years
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The Vow
Character: Osamu Miya
Gn!reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Wc: 7k
Tags: Based of the 2012 movie of the same name!
Barely edited but that's par for the course.
It's midnight here, so happy 21st birthday @sweetsbysatori I hope you have fun!!! Thanks for letting me be a part of your collab🥰🥰 You can find the other pieces here
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Everything was so bright. You could barely open your eyes with the intensity of the light. This felt as if it was the worst hangover of your life. Every part of your body was sore, and the sound of your name being called felt so far away. The sound slowly got closer and clearer. You open your eyes fully and groaned, before turning to see a man leaning over you. 
"Y/N, you're awake!" You look around to see your surroundings, finding yourself in a hospital bed.
"Wh-what's going on," you asked groggily, still trying to process your surroundings.
"You're in the hospital. There was a car crash, and-" 
"A car crash? I- I don't remember that." Your memories were a bit fuzzy, but you would remember being in a car crash, right?
"That's okay, the doctors are gonna run some tests to check you out and make sure everything's okay before you get discharged," he said, moving to hold your hand.
"Doctors? You aren't a doctor? Are you a nurse?" The man was taken aback at your questions.
"I'm your husband."
"Husband?!" You blinked repeatedly, and looked to your left hand, seeing a set of gold rings on your ring finger, one with a small diamond on it, and another that was just a small band. The man had a small band on his left ring finger as well.
"We got married a couple months ago," he said, before he rummaged through his pockets and took out his wallet, pulling out a small photo. "I've kept this photo in my wallet ever since we got married." He handed you the photo, and the photo depicted you and the man embracing each other on a dance floor. There was clearly love in both of your gazes. How do you not remember what's supposed to be the happiest moment of your life? You look up at the man, bags under his eyes. The gray in them felt warm, anxiety and relief swimming behind them. 
"Where are my parents?" The man frowned at the question. 
"I don't know. I've never met them." You blinked at his words, before your eyes widened.
"How long were we dating?!"
"Three years."
"We've been dating for three years and you never met my parents?!" The man chuckled at your outburst. 
"Yup. Something happened, but you never told me what. And I didn't think it was my place to ask."
"I need to speak to them. Where's my phone?" He pulled out your phone and you stared wistfully at the photo that was on your lock screen which was you and this man standing in front of a store. Blinking out of your reverie, you unlocked your phone and called your father's law office. His number wasn't saved, which was weird, but its a good thing you had it memorized. The secretary patched you over to him.
"Hello, Y/L/N speaking. How can I help you?"
"Dad?" An awkward silence filled the space after you spoke. 
"Y/N?" Your dad sounded incredulous. 
"I'm in the hospital right now, I-"
"You're in the hospital?!"  
"I was in a crash. I'm okay, but everything is so confusing right now," you sighed.
"What do you mean?"
"I apparently have amnesia, I don't remember anything from the last couple years, and I'm scared." The man squeezed your hand gently to reassure you, and you squeezed it back.
"Okay, what hospital are you at? I'll call your mom and meet her there." The man next to you told you the hospital's name and parroted it back to your father before he hung up. The man looked at you and held your hand gently. 
"It's all gonna be okay. I promise." He ran out to get a nurse in, and they ran a couple checks, and once the doctor cleared you, they left. The man sent a quick text on his phone and went back to gently rubbing his thumb on your hand. A man burst into your room, eyes wild. 
"'Samu, they're awake?!" He looked almost identical to the man holding your hand, except for the platinum blond hair and golden eyes.
"Y/N, this is Atsumu, my twin brother." 
"Why'd you gotta introduce me? They know me!"
"I-I don't." Atsumu's jaw dropped at your answer and he looked back and forth between you and his brother before sighing.
"Fuck."
"Yeah. Fuck." 'Samu sighed, and ran his fingers through his black hair. "It's not your fault darlin'. Who controls getting amnesia? Don't feel guilty for not remembering us." A soft kiss was placed on the back of your hand, and you felt electricity run through your body. 'Samu laughed as the monitor caught your heart rate's slight increase. "My name's Osamu, by the way Atsumu has called me 'Samu since we were kids. The three of us here are the Miyas." 
"Osamu." You whisper his name gently, and he was slightly thankful he wasn't hooked up to a monitor. The sound of shouting ripped him from the moment.
"We want to see Y/N!" A shrill scream filled the hallway, and both Osamu and his twin opened the door to see what all the commotion was about. A well dressed couple pushed their way into your room and grasped your hand. You immediately recognized them as your parents.
"Oh Y/N, I'm so happy you're okay. We'll wait for you to get discharged, and then we'll take you home with us," your mother stated as she squeezed your hand.
"Nah, they're comin' home with me." Osamu leaned against the closed door, facing your parents. His arms were crossed in front of your chest, and you had to say, he was built. His chest was large along with his huge arms. Your heart rate rose slightly again, and Osamu looked worriedly at you before seeing you staring at his body, and he smiled. 
"I don't think so. That's our kid. They're coming home." Your father stood in front of Osamu.
"Home is with me. It's the home we built together."
"And who the fuck are you?"
"Their husband."
"As if. Our child wouldn't marry some bum like you." Your mom chimed in.
"And what do you know, huh?" Atsumu spoke up and stood next to his brother.
"What do you even do?" Your mom's words were sharp.
"I own a restaurant."
"Not a successful one by how you dress." She looked at your ring and ran over to gawk at it. "And look at the ring you got her! You could pick something better up at a claw machine!" You snatched your hand away. "Look at this." Walked to Osamu and waved her ring finger in his face. Two rings sat there that you couldn’t even tell if they were silver or gold with how many diamonds covered them. "These are real wedding rings. If you can't match it or beat it, they're worthless.”
"Sorry I don't own a high end restaurant and roll in money." Osamu rolled his eyes. "The people who come in love my food, and that's all that matters, wealth be damned." Fire raged in his eyes, but his voice remained level.
"Why'd you have to marry the poor one and not his rich twin brother," your mom whined. "It's obvious that his twin makes a lot." 
"They're not my type. Besides, 'Samu's in love with them. Why would I take that away from him?" Atsumu placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Also, not everyone can be one of the best setters in Japan." Osamu flicked him on the forehead and they both giggled before your father poked Osamu in the chest. The twins’ eyes immediately focused on his finger.
"You stay the fuck away from our kid. Or else."
"Or else what?" He moved to be only an inch or two from your father's face. "What are ya gonna do to me, huh? Sue me? My brother has several lawyers on retainer."
"I'm a menace on and off the court." Atsumu spoke in a joking manner but he certainly wasn't laughing.
"I know for a fact that you can't take me or my professional athlete brother in a fight, so I suggest you back. the. fuck. down."
"Stop it!" Everyone turned to face you after your outburst. "Stop. Please." Those last words came out softly and your voice cracked. Osamu's face quickly softened at the sound of your voice, and he ran over to you, holding your hand. 
"I'm sorry 'bout that." You shook your head at his apology. He wasn't even the one who needed to apologize.
"Mom, Dad, I'm staying with Osamu. And no, you can't change my mind." The twins tried their best to hide the smirk threatening to come on their faces, but they failed, Atsumu more so than his brother. 
"Fine. But we're enrolling you back into law school." Your mother's words confused you.
"I left?"
"Yes, you did. I think he had something to do with it." Osamu rolled his eyes.
"They left because they hated it. They were miserable." That seems right. You only went to make your parents happy. But you wanted to do something else with your life.
"We spent so much money to send you there. It would be a waste for you to not finish it." 
"It would be a waste if they spent the rest of their life doing something they hated," Osamu spat.
"But they would be rich."
"Money isn't everything." Your mom scoffed at Osamu's words.
"You know, you should have married Hizashi." Your mom was solely focused on you.
"What even happened to him?"
"You broke off the engagement at the same time you left. He's actually in the waiting room. He drove your father here from their firm." 
"Osamu, Atsumu, could you guys wait outside while I talk to Hizashi?" They both grumbled and walked out, and a couple seconds later, a man who looked like the most standard business man ever walked in. His hair was almost too perfect with it being pushed back. Not a single hair was out of place. And his black suit and shoes looked like they cost more than the down payment on the restaurant. They watched through the glass as Hizashi held your hand.
"Y/N, oh God I'm so glad you're okay. You mean the world to me." He let out a sob, and you caressed his face gently. Osamu felt his heart shatter as he watched you give him a look that he thought was only reserved for him. A look that he hasn't seen since before the crash. "I love you so much Y/N. I can't lose you."
"I-I think I still love you." Hizashi let out a choked laugh, and your parents gave Osamu a smug look through the glass. "But we broke it off for a reason. I broke it off for a reason. And I need to figure out that reason. And that starts with staying with Osamu, since he's been with me in the time I can't remember. I need to remember why everything changed so dramatically." Hizashi nodded and left, but Osamu couldn't help but notice the look of pure malice in his eyes. A lick of hair was dangling in his face and he kept on trying to push it back angrily to no avail. Osamu felt that something was wrong here and he didn't know what. Osamu walked in with his brother in tow.
"Well, we are more than open to you getting engaged to Hizashi again, considering you still love him." You stared daggers at your mother and Osamu looked shocked before giving you a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. 
"It's okay if you wanna get a divorce. I get it. I won't be upset." You shook your head at Osamu's words.
"I'm not getting engaged with Hizashi again, and I'm not getting a divorce. My life changed for a reason. And I'll figure that out if it's the last thing I do. Now, leave." Your parents left, but not without giving Osamu a mean look on their way out.
"Did you mean it?"
"Mean what?"
"About not getting a divorce."
"These are huge ass changes. They didn't happen for no reason. I didn't fall in love with you for no reason. I didn't drop out for no reason. I didn't break off my engagement for no reason. I didn't stop talking to my parents for no reason. So what were those reasons? Why are they so dead set on trying to get everything back to how it was? Something is up here, and I need to know what."
"God I love how smart you are," Osamu sighed.
"Shut up ya simp," Atsumu scoffed.
"'Tsumu I swear Imma beat your ass so goddamn bad if you don't shut the fuck up."
"I'm not the one down horrendous."
"Yeah, well at least I'm married."
"And I'm dating models and celebrities." 
"And how long was your longest relationship?"
"Well- I- uh- shut up!" Atsumu pouted and plopped into a seat and you couldn’t help but giggle. Osamu joined you in your laughter, and shortly, so did Atsumu. Before long, Osamu sighed and held your hand tightly.
"I have one more major bombshell."
"Hm? What is it?"
"You own a bakery. And kinda a cafe."
"I own a what?!"
"It's right next to Onigiri Miya." 
"Huh?!" 
"Dating me, you loved seeing the day to day shit with the shop, and so you opened a whole bakery. It's been closed since the accident, but people loved it. I loved it."
"You were the one to make the cake for your wedding." Atsumu spoke up from his seat. 
"You refused to let anyone else do it," Osamu continued.
"But hey, you let me pay for everything else." Atsumu laughed as he spoke.
"You refused to let us not have a lavish ass wedding! Both wedding parties had designer clothes, and so did we. And you somehow convinced Y/N to let a fancy ass bakery make the cake for everyone else." Osamu stared down his brother as he spoke, but turned to you as he continued. "But the small wedding we had for just us, and our closest friends and family? They made the cake for that, and it's my favorite cake to date, to go along with my favorite day." Osamu looked at you with so much love as he spoke that last bit of the sentence and you felt your heart skip a beat or two. 
"Alright, let's go, they gotta rest. We'll see you in the morning. 'Samu's gotta sleep in his own bed for the first time in a while."
"Nah. I'll sleep on the couch. I'd much rather go back to sleeping on the bed when Y/N is laying next to me." Osamu kissed you on the forehead and he got up to leave, but you grabbed his wrist.
"Stay. Please." Osamu smiled. 
"Of course. I'll see ya later 'Tsumu." Atsumu grumbled, but hid the smile he had on his face really well as he left. "Okay, lemme get everything ready to sleep on the chair."
"Or. You can sleep on the bed with me?"
"Are you sure?"
"You look tired Osamu."
"You have no clue darlin'." He climbed into the bed and wrapped an arm around you. You started playing with his hair and he nuzzled his face deep into your neck and held you closely. It only took a couple minutes for him to fall into a deep sleep, snoring softly against you. You couldn’t help giving him a soft kiss on the forehead. You knew then and there, it was going to be so easy to fall back in love with him. 
The over the next week, Osamu came in with breakfast, and the both of you ate with Osamu telling you different memories he had of the both of you. The first time you made onigiri with him, or the first time you cooked together, but he couldn't help but tell you one of his favorites.
"You were at a cafe, nose deep in your textbooks, and I was there talking to the owner cuz they're a friend of mine. And then I saw you. It was like love at first sight. The owner told me that you were there every day for hours studying'. So I made it a point to come by every day while I was on break. One day you went to grab more coffee and you lost your wallet, so I just paid for your coffee. You asked if I wanted anything in return, and I said 'ouer number and maybe a date'. And the rest is history." He almost had hearts in his eyes and you couldn’t help the smile on your face. "Ah, there she is, that beautiful smile of yours." You pushed him gently and you both laughed. "I missed that sound." You ruffled his hair and the doctor came in for their rounds, informing you that all your tests came back normal, and you haven't had any issues, so you'll be getting released tomorrow and both you and Osamu looked at each other in excitement. The moment the doctor left, Osamu gave you a sad smile. "I gotta go, I need to open the shop for lunch, but I'll take tomorrow off to pick you up and take you home." He left right after giving you a kiss on the forehead.
The rest of the night was quiet, and the next morning, Osamu was next to you as the doctor completely cleared you. Other than a few sore spots, you were back to where you were before the crash. Osamu was more than happy to have you back, almost buzzing with excitement as you were handed your discharge papers, and made your way to the car, a simple black 4 door. The drive was quiet, and you both were okay with that, basking in each other's presence. He sighed out a simple "Home Sweet Home" as he pulled into your driveway, you smiled seeing the small home the two of you own. It felt like something that is straight from your dreams. It felt like a normal home, not the mansions you grew used to. Even walking in, everything was just comfy. Osamu chuckled as you gawked at the furniture. 
"You were a real stickler about the furniture. You wanted it to feel like an actual home. That everything needed to feel warm and welcoming. And I think you nailed it."
"I'm so used to large homes where you didn't even see each other unless it was on purpose. Everyone was a ship just passing through the night, and it felt lonely. And the furniture may have been brand name, but each room felt devoid of life." 
"Lemme take you to your favorite spot." He held your hand and dragged you into the kitchen. Osamu put on gentle music, the song filling the space. "Time to make dinner." Grabbing some rice, he poured some into a pot, covered it in water, and let it cook. He grabbed your hand and pulled you against him, placing his face in your shoulder. "I missed the sound of your voice like crazy. It would have broken me if I never got ta hear it again."
"What even caused the crash?" He pulled away and sighed. 
"We were driving down the highway, and I tried to merge, but some asshole was swerving left and right through lanes and hit our car at 100 miles per hour. Some debris hit you right in the head. I was so scared." His voice shook as he spoke and he started sniffling. You saw his hands trembling, and you took them into yours. "You were bleeding' so much, and weren't responding' to me, or the EMTs. I broke a couple bones, but they put ya in a medically induced coma for months." He took in a shaky breath. "I couldn't sleep, scared of when they would call me to tell me you passed." Pain was swimming in his eyes. "But your okay. And I couldn't be happier." Osamu turned back towards the stove so you couldn't see the tears running down his face. "I'd much rather you be alive and forget me than to have died. I just want your happiness, even if it doesn't include me."  You stood next to him and caressed his face.
"The wedding photo you showed me, I know I look genuinely happy there. I haven’t seen myself smile like that in a long time."
"It's the only smile I ever knew." He took a deep breath and wiped his tears. "I still have video of the whole wedding. The smaller one was just for close family, so we didn't record it, so it's the big one if you still wanna watch it." 
"I would love to." 
"Got it. We'll watch it after dinner. Let me take you around the house while it's cooking'." He only released one of the hands you were holding and held on tightly to the other. Each room had little signs of life. The bathroom had a faded rug with 2 pairs of foot imprinted into it. The bedroom had little photos scattered around and little trinkets. Each photo was of you and Osamu, one was at the grand opening of what you think is your cafe, one was in front of Onigiri Miya, one was in the mountains, another was in some arena, and there were many more framed in the space. "You wanted to make the room feel like ours. Put in our story." Osamu handed you a book, and smiled gently. "Your recipe book." You flipped through it and it was almost full. Since when were you this invested in cooking? All you knew was just law school. You can name off subsections of subsections in even obscure laws. You were at the top of your class, and didn't have time to even breathe, so when did this happen? Osamu ran to get another photo album. "And here's your shop." You ran through it, and it looked stunning. The large glass windows made the place look so pretty. And the tables and chairs were scattered around, the space even had some booths. The next photo showed you the glass bakery display. "You made everything there from scratch. Even hand decorated it." You were shocked. They looked straight of a cookbook, or magazine. 
A timer went off and broke you from your "reminiscing" as Osamu chuckled. "Time for me to show off." You raised an eyebrow at his words but followed him to the kitchen. He opened the pot, releasing steam, and he grabbed a fork, and took a small piece before putting it in front of your lips. "Taste it." You rolled your eyes and tasted it, looking him dead in the eye as you took the bite.
"Well you certainly can cook rice." He laughed at your statement. 
"Comes with owning an onigiri shop. Wash your hands while I get the rice ready." You washed your hands and turned to see a couple pieces of nori and some fillings. "I nabbed some of your favorite fillings. I'll wash my hands and we can get started." You look at the pile of rice and took a clump, snacking on it. The rice was hot, but it wasn't gonna scald you. Osamu came back with a bowl of salted water and smiled. "Let's do this." 
You both spent time filling the onigiri and shaping them, except Osamu's were perfect and yours, not so much. He ended up taking pity on you and stood behind you, placing his hands over yours.
"You gotta be gentle yet firm when shaping it. Too gentle, you're gonna be doing nothing', and too rough, it'll break apart. But firmness means it'll take the shape you want." His hands move gently over yours, moulding the rice into a triangle shape. "There ya go." He moved away and you had a perfectly shaped onigiri. "Now try making one by yourself." You placed the one in your hand down, and grabbing what you think is enough rice, you flatten it slightly before putting in the filling. You then fold the rice over it and close the onigiri before shaping it. Osamu stared loving at the scrunch of your eyebrows, and your tongue poking out slightly as you focused and not before long, you finished and showed it to Osamu. It wasn't perfect like his, but it looked like onigiri, and didn't fall apart. 
"I did it!" Osamu smiled at your excitement. 
"Yeah you did! Go sit at the table, I'll finish things up here. You know where the tablecloths are?" 
"Yup. In the pantry, right?" 
"Yeah. Set it up, and I'll bring out the food." You grabbed a black tablecloth from the pantry in the hallway and placed it on the table. You were smoothing it out when Osamu came in with a big plate of onigiri in one hand and plates in the other. He placed the food in the middle and set up the plates across from each other. "Sit, I'll nab us some water." You grabbed the nearest chair and sat down, and he came back quickly with two glasses of water. "Oh, the wrapped onigiri is mine, to make it easier to tell the difference, buy lemme just-" He placed down the glasses near the plates and came back with some Nori and a little saucer full of water. "If ya wanna wrap yours." He placed them next to your plate, and went to sit at his chair. You both said your thanks, and grabbed a piece of onigiri. Osamu watched you as you tried the onigiri, and the way your eyes widened when you tried it made his chest fill with pride.
"Osamu, this is the best onigiri I've ever had! It's so good!" You kept eating and he chuckled at your reaction.
"Glad ya like it." 
"Like it?! I love it!" Osamu blushed a little as you continued to eat. Once you finished you got up and brushed your teeth before you went to take a shower, and Osamu followed soon after, and you saw him poke his head out from the bathroom door. 
"Hey, I uh- usually sleep in my boxers, that cool?" What's the harm in that? 
"Sure." He gave you a gentle smile and went back in the bathroom. He came out a little later and there was a lot of harm apparently. You couldn’t look away from his chest. How the hell is he that broad? And his pecs are ginormous! Is he lying about owning a restaurant? Cuz how does he have abs while working with food daily? You felt a finger under your chin and looked up to see Osamu standing over you. In your awe, you failed to notice him walking over to you.
"Close your mouth darlin', you'll catch flies." He laughed as you quickly became flustered. Thank goodness blushes don't show on you, because it would make this whole thing even more embarrassing. 
"You're so hot." Osamu laughed as you covered your mouth with your eyes wide. You didn't just say that out loud. No way. Your face felt like it was on fire. 
"It's not the first time I heard that from you. But keep it coming." He winked and you somehow managed to become even more flustered. How were you so lucky to marry someone as hot as him? "You're the most attractive one in the relationship though. I pale in comparison to you." He grabbed your hand and pulled you back to the living room. "Wedding time!" 
The both of you watched the large wedding, and he was right, it was a lot. Everything was sparkling, and it kinda felt like the wedding your parents would expect you to have. You giggled watching Atsumu walk you down the aisle, and Osamu went down his list of groomsmen, but he said that the only ones to remember were Kita and Aran, because they were also his groomsmen for the small wedding. You know you normally would have felt overwhelmed. This looks like every gala your parents took you to, but your eyes were focused on Osamu, and the same went for him. You could tell your usual hatred for these types of events was fully overshadowed by the love you had for Osamu, nothing but love and affection swimming in your eyes. You caught yourself mouthing I love you to him, and him returning the affection the same way, several times. Your vows were the generic ones, but he told you that the small wedding was the one you had personalized vows. He still remembered his, reciting it perfectly (according to him).
"When I opened Onigiri Miya, I thought I had peaked in life. I was doing what I wanted to, what made me happy, and I honestly couldn't have asked for anything more. But then ya came along like a stormy an' threw my life into disarray. The shop wasn't enough for me, I needed ta have you by my side too, or else it wouldn't matter. And it started as a simple crush too, but you somehow managed to make me fall in love with you, every single day, even til now. So with that bet Tsumu and I made about who would be happiest in life after I dropped volleyball, it's this moment here in marrying you, in having you by my side, that guarantees that I'll be happy for the rest of my life, bet be damned. I could lose everything but as long as I don't lose you, I'll be just fine. And as long as we're together, everything will turn out just fine." You gave him a wet smile, not even paying attention to the wedding video.
"That's so sweet." 
"Well, I wrote it for you so I hope you like it. You certainly did the first time." You both laughed and Osamu turned off the video there. "Aight, bedtime." You both climbed into bed and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "'Night darlin'. I'll make us breakfast in the morning." He fell asleep soon after he spoke and so did you. 
The next morning, his side of the bed was empty. You sat up and slid your bonnet off your hair before making your way to the living room. Sounds from the kitchen diverted your attention and you walked in to see Osamu's wide back. 
"Oh, good morning! I'll have breakfast done in a bit. Also your parents kept on calling. Whatever it is, it has to be real important. So call them back after you eat, okay?" His voice was gravely with sleep, and you could see his hair was messy. "Go sit, it'll be done soon." You grumbled and moved to the dinner table, a new table cloth already on it, with some plates and food already out. You could tell the miso soup was there, as well as some steamed vegetables. "Don't eat anything yet!" You giggled at his words, and sat there for a couple minutes before he came out with some grilled salmon.
"Now I can start eating?"
"Let me plate everything first. You're getting real impatient," he said, shaking his head.
“Well, your cooking yesterday was amazing, so of course I wanna have more.” He chuckled, and moved to place a filet in front of you, before taking the second filet to his seat. Osamu grabbed the kettle and poured both of you some tea before smiling.
“‘Kay, now we can eat.” You went straight for the filet, and grinned toothily after the first bite. It was absolutely delicious, and you could again see why he owned a restaurant.
“God, I could eat your food for the rest of my life.”
“You said the same thing when we got married.” Flames raged behind your cheeks. 
“Well, I had the right idea.”
“And I’m real lucky for that.” He reached across the table to softly caress your hand. “I really hope you remember everything. And if you don’t, I want you to fall in love with me all over again.”
“Well, you’re making it real easy.” You quietly said those words and Osamu blushed.
“I’d hope so.” The rest of breakfast fell into a comfortable silence, and not before long, you both finished eating, and went to your room to call your mom.
“Hey sweetie, where are you?”
“At my house.”
“Oh.” Her disgust was clear. "Well, I got you enrolled in your classes again. The dean allowed me to enroll you despite it being the first week of the semester, so you start today."
"Today?! When?!"
"You have class in two hours." You hung up to take a shower and get to campus. You knew it was at least an hour on a good day, and you needed to speak to the professor. Grabbing a backpack, you stuffed a notebook into it and ran out to the living room. You saw Osamu, who looked at you with worry. 
"First class is apparently today, see you later!" Before he could even respond, you were out the door. You already knew where your campus was and how to get there, so you weren’t lost, but it felt so weird being on campus again after you dropped out. Teachers addressed you like a long lost friend, even though it felt like you were here last semester. Even your professor for the class, although you don’t even bother to remember the name, was excited to see you again. You sat in the back of the lecture hall, and despite trying your best to pay attention, you kept zoning out, your brain going back to the food you had earlier. How did he season and cook the salmon? And the vegetables, they were something to dream about. You wanted to know how he cooked them, but also wanted to learn how to cook new things. Did he know how to tempura fry shrimp? Or how to fry gyoza? Maybe he could teach you how to make mochi! Different things you wanted him to to teach you filled your brain, and before you knew it, class was over. As you were walking out of the classroom, you heard your name being called. You turned around to see your best friend Uzumi running towards you. 
“Oh, hey ‘Zumi, what’s up?”
“Hey! What are you doing here? You dropped out!”
“Well I re-enrolled. What about you?”
“They wanted me to talk to some of the graduating class, ya know, as a recent graduate.”
“Oh.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re talking to me again. I’ve kinda missed you. After the whole thing with your dad, you haven’t spoken to me.”
“Time makes it easy to move on.” You had no idea what she was talking about, but she’s a blabbermouth, so you knew she was gonna give you that explanation. 
“Yeah, but this was a lot! I know how upset you got when you walked in on us. Like, I felt soooo guilty after you caught us, but hey, my school got paid for. And especially when you found out your mother knew, phew you were terrifying. But hey, time heals all wounds, like you said, right?”
“But I heard you and Hizashi are gonna get engaged again? I don’t know why, cuz he kept sleeping around, but hey, if you’ve moved on from that too, more power to you.”
“Yeah, no. I haven’t. But thank you for filling me in. No one was telling me shit. Now things are starting to fall in line. Amnesia’s a bitch.” You hissed out your words, and Uzumi looked at you with wide eyes, like she just made the biggest mistake of her life. “Also, now that I know, fuck you. I’ll never fucking forgive you.” You stormed off and all you could see was red. You called Osamu, anger flowing through you. 
“Hey darlin’ what’s wrong?”
“I’m going to send you the address to my father’s law firm. Wait for me in the lobby.”
“Wait, wait, wait, what’s up?”
“Just wait for me, you’ll find out soon enough. You wanted to know why I left my family, and ended my engagement right?” 
“But-”
“Meet. Me. There.” You hung up and took a taxi, rather than taking public transportation. You didn’t want to let this fester too much. As you arrived, Osamu was waiting in the lobby, and saw the rage barely contained in your eyes. The secretary saw you, and she also could feel the anger radiating off you.
“Would you like to see your dad?” Her voice cracked.
“Bring him out. And Hizashi. You know what? I want the entire fucking firm here.” She nodded quickly and shook her head quickly before calling everyone to the lobby. Lawyers slowly started filling the lobby, and your father came running to you.
“Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” He saw Osamu and scowled “And what is he doing here?” You scoffed at the question.
“You have no fucking right to speak to Osamu like that. He’s three times the man you’ll ever fucking be.”
“Y/N don’t talk to me like that.” His voice was stern, and you had to stop yourself from laughing.
“Or what, you’ll sleep with one of my best friends again?” Your father was stunned, and the rest of the firm gasped quietly. “You fucked my best friend in the same room that you slept with our mother, do you have no shame? And she knew, and didn’t say shit because she cared for your image, but bad news for you, I don’t give a shit about our image. You don’t get to do what you do and act like you’re a fucking virtuous man.” You saw Hizashi try and slink away, and you call out his name. He flinches and slowly turns to face you.
“And you! You lying, cheating piece of shit. You cheated on me with numerous people! I gave everything to you, and what did I get? Fucked over, that’s what. You’re fucking disgusting, and I’m not going to let you virtue signal either,” you spat out at him. You turned to face the rest of the firm.
“Take a good look everyone, the leading partners of the firm are cheating assholes who tried to use the fact that I got into a car crash and got amnesia to try and mold me back into what they wanted. They lied to try and get me to be that perfect image that they wanted.” You turned back to your father and Hizashi.
“Don’t fucking contact me again. Same goes for mom. I’ll send my withdrawal letter to the school tomorrow morning.” You turned around, and Osamu winked at your father and Hizashi before following you. He guided you into his car, and the moment you got into the passenger seat, you started sobbing.
“Hey, hey, you’re okay. You got your answers.”
“But I didn’t know that these were gonna be the answers.”
“Let’s get you dinner, ‘kay?” You let out a soft sniffle, and nodded. The drive back home was quiet, nix your occasional sniffles. As he parked when you got back home, he rubbed your knee gently. “We’ll get food in you, and send you right to bed.” Once he parked, he got out and led you into the house. Food was on the table already. “I know dinner’s cold, but I was gonna surprise you when you got back home from your first day of classes. Eat up alright?” You sat and went right into your meal, although you couldn’t really eat much, you tried your best. Getting up from the dinner table, you were going through your night stand. There was a small notebook there, and you remembered Osamu mentioning it had your ideas for new recipes, often telling him that you wanted to write them down the moment you had them to make sure you didn't forget them. Rummaging through it, you saw a bunch of scrawled rambles about different techniques and some odd flavor combinations, but it still peaked your interest. Suddenly, it was recipes, but scribbled out lines and huge blocks of texts with crosses through them, large "no"s placed around them. You kept flipping through the pages to find a page that was almost pristine. It read:
"Food is one way to show love. We taste it in our parents' cooking, or in the food of a chef that loves what he's doing. People certainly taste it at our shops or else they wouldn't be coming back, right? But love can be shown in many other unordinary ways. It can be shown in how we slow dance almost every night while we cook dinner, or how you always have breakfast ready and warm by the time I wake up, or how you drop by the cafe every day with a pair of bento boxes to eat lunch together. It's in the way you hold my hand in public places to keep me close, or how you kiss my forehead goodnight every night since I moved in, or how you kiss me every morning without fail. But most importantly, love is in the way you look at me and hold me. It's in how you say 'have a good day' every time we go to our shops, and it's in how I can't see myself spending my future with anyone else but you, nor would I want to. So yeah, I can tell you that I love you all I want, and so can you, but at the end of the day, we both can feel that love we have for each other, and I wouldn't change that for a thing." You tried your best not to cry at the words you wrote, and placed the notebook back into the nightstand before composing yourself. You can certainly see why you were so in love with him, but reading those vows, they did something to you that no videos or photos could do, reigniting the love that you had for him. You may have lost 3 years of memories, but you have the rest of your life to make it up.
After collecting yourself, you changed into pajamas, and put on your bonnet before you fell asleep. Images flashed in front of you like some fast paced slideshow. It was a cacophony of voices and sounds filling your head with things you couldn’t exactly put together and you woke up with a jolt, panting. You quickly realized those weren't random things you saw, they were your memories, the memories that you lost. Osamu got up quickly, startled by your sudden movement and rubbed your back.
“What’s wrong?”
“I remember," you simply stated. 
“What?!”
“I remember!” Osamu pounced on you and kissed all over your face after you spoke, and you couldn’t help but giggle. He buried his face into your neck after his assault on your face. 
“I thought I was gonna lose you.” He let out a sob, and you played with his hair softly.
“You’ll never get rid of that easily.”
“I hope you’ll bother me for the rest of my life," he sighed.
“I hope so too.” Losing those three years was devastating, but once you got it back, you realized how important those three years were, and you realized that despite all the bad things in those three years, being able to have Osamu in your arms right now made it all worth it, because after every storm, comes a rainbow, and for you, Osamu was easily not just the rainbow, he was the double rainbow in your life, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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emmyrosee · 3 months
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Outside, the rain pours like no one’s business, the wind howling in frustration as it mingles with the tinkering drops against your roof and windows.
You, luckily, are curled happily under your blanket, scrolling through your phone with a nice cup of tea next to you, enjoying the sounds of a storm in nothing but your own company.
Until-
“Ah. You’re home,” you hum, flicking your eyes up at osamu, then back to your phone. His arms are filled with reusable bags that dangle from the bulky muscles, two large palms cradling the milk, and the fluffiness of his hair lays flat to his head. His shirt is soaked, you hear the squish of his shoes, and you hate how cute the wet-dog aesthetic is on your man.
You hear him pant softly, “it’s. Wet. Outside.”
You chuckle and shake your head, reaching for your cup of tea, “yeah baby, that’s why I’m inside.”
“You could’ve helped your strong, smart, talented, amazing boyfriend with the groceries.”
“I offered, you said you “‘got this’,” you hum, secretly glad your boyfriends chivalry knows no bounds and he’d rather get drenched in the cold rain than risk you getting drenched in the cold rain.
But he is a Miya. He’s going to whine just a little bit.
You hear him place the groceries down, “but now I’m cold. And my shoes are wet. And I was lonely.”
You click off your phone and shrug off your blanket, making your way towards him. He smiles as you approach, and when you use a warm hand to move his hair off his forehead, he nuzzles into your touch.
“Thank you for getting the groceries,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his cold forehead. “Go take a nice hot shower, I’ll put them away.”
“I only bought a few frozen things, so you can join me in the shower.”
You giggle, “as tempting as that is, I’d really like you to warm up.”
He smirks and, before you can process, he scoops you up in his arms and throws you over his shoulder, his freezing shirt soaking you as you writhe and scream at the playful action. “Osamu!”
“Now you’re wet too. Come shower with me, and wash my hair.”
“You bought dairy,” you manage between titters, “I have to put it away.”
“So let’s put it away together. Then we can shower.”
“You’re so clingy!”
“Oh I’ll show you clingy.”
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shoulmate · 7 months
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"Hello there."
The voice, the face, that slides into view across the table from you is one you didn't expect to see. Grimacing you ask "...Miya Atsumu?"
"In the flesh," he says with a grin and a hooded gaze.
You look around for an explanation you don't find. "...Can I help you?"
He shrugs nonchalantly. "Nope. Just wanted ta say hi. Introduce myself, though that hardly seems necessary since ya already know who I am."
You stare back at him in disgust as he runs a hand through his blonde hair; you think you hear a stifled laugh but can't see anyone laughing. Everyone in this area of the library is unfalteringly focused on their work.
When you don't say anything and just stare at him with something akin to disgust he drops his voice in what you assume is an attempt to be seductive. "And...you are?"
"Uninterested." Your attention returns to the textbook in front of you but he doesn't leave. Doesn't move. He just says your name.
That gets you to look at him again.
"So it is you..." he smiles wryly and your intuition swells ominously. "I thought I recognized ya...We used ta live near each other."
"I'm aware," you reply unamused.
He puts a hand on his chest in mock horror. "An' here I thought ya'd be happy ta find out an old friend goes ta college with ya."
"Oh Atsumu..." you smile venomously with narrowed eyes, "there's only one Miya I'd be happy to go to college with and it's not you." You gesture at him dismissively. "So if you don't mind..." but your words trail off as he chuckles lowly.
Victoriously.
Irritation curdles your guts. Atsumu was a menace throughout your childhood; you used to say his twin was the only good thing about him but you're not sure how either of them matured and you're not sure you want to find out.
You're about to tell him off as he turns his head and, with surprising consideration for the people working, softly calls out "ya hear that?"
You feel your soul leave your body as Atsumu's almost-carbon-copy appears at the end of the nearest aisle and rests an arm on the shelves, flexing an unfortunately-muscular bicep.
The wry smile that looked haughty on Atsumu lifts Osamu's lips in a humble way that makes you feel like you're going to need resuscitation.
"Hi there."
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gettonight · 2 months
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PLAYING : HOTLINE ! — DAZAI TUNES IN!
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𝗧hinking about Dazai, your childhood friend and the one who shows his vulnerability only to you. Years after you've gone and left the Port Mafia and your terrible past behind, he knocks on your door. He looks downright terrible. His bloodied hands are trembling as he grips onto the fabric of Odasaku's coat, he's trembling, and on the verge of tears.
"Dazai, how'd you—" he practically leaps, his bandaged arms wrap around your neck, squeezing harshly, though you wonder how he found you... Ango.
There's not a word spoken between you two, but you know exactly what he needs. You pull him inside, carefully closing the door. "How about we clean you up first, okay?" You whisper. He stinks. His eyelids are puffy and there's red underlining his eyelashes. His hair is due for a wash with split ends, and he's pale. You guess he hasn't taken too much care of himself since you left. He silently nods, leaning his full bodyweight into you.
You bring him to your bathroom, carefully peeling the layers of clothing from him. The first to come off is the black coat he's regularly worn since he joined the Port Mafia.
His knees are to his chest as he speaks for the first time. "Mori-san's coat, burn it. I don't need it," he whispers in a raspy voice as if he's been screaming. You hum in acknowledgement as you set the dirty thing on the bathroom tile. Your hands carefully help him undress before starting to undo his bandages. "Years later and you still can't change your bandages like I told you to," he hears you whisper with a small smile. The bloodied and worn bandages fall to the floor as he hears the sound of streaming water come from the bathtub inches from him.
Once he's in the bath, you carefully rinse his body with warm water, lathering his new and old scars with soap carefully. There's a hint of guilt in your heart as you hear him wince, though this is probably for the best.
The pads of your fingers massage his scalp as you wash his hair, just like you did when the two of you were kids. You carefully trim his wet hair and brush it before getting him out of the tub, helping him dry off. You were likely the only person he could truly trust to see him so...bare and vulnerable. You couldn't exactly tell if the silence was tense or comforting, regardless you continued with is predictable mute moment. He always got like that when there was something wrong, you sigh.
"How about, I get you something to eat? I made some bento boxes, you can eat one and then brush your teeth, is that okay?" You speak softly and re-bandage his tender skin.
You smile softly at him when be finally nods. "Okay," you whisper and attempt to finish quickly before his mind changes.
As his hair dries it becomes its usual fluffy self, you'd assume hair matches personality; however, Dazai's eyes were close to dead. He only seemed to relax, feel different, when you touched him so gently. You quickly clean up and head to make him food. "You don't have to eat all of it y'know...just some, okay?" You whisper, setting the box in front of him.
He can tell your eyes are studying him as he eats, wondering what your Dazai from years ago has turned into. You look at him proudly when he finishes half of it before pushing it away. "Thank you," you whisper.
Handing him a toothbrush, you let him brush his teeth and fix the mess that is your bedroom, knowing he'll ask to sleep. And surely, 5 minutes later he stumbles to your doorway. "Can I...Can I stay?" You look him up and down, smiling softly. Compared to the terrible look he had when he first appeared at your door, he looks better. No longer like a man seconds from being a corpse.
"'Course," You smile, pulling back the covers, "C'mere."
He walks to the bed, crawling onto the soft sheets carefully. His brown eyes look at you expectingly, watching you get under the covers with him. He moves his body next to yours, putting his face into your neck without a word. "Ready to talk?" You whisper. His hoarse voice whispers a 'No.'
The calming effect your fingers have as they glide along him and his hair makes him feel like he's home. "Okay, just sleep. I'll be right here, I'm not leaving."
Dazai again, speaks no words, but his legs entertangle with yours. He remembers just why he came here. He missed you. Even if Odasaku is gone, he has you to make sure he doesn't go over the deep end. He'll save people, he'll grant Odasaku's last wish. But first, he wants to rest. Right next to his home.
"I promise, sleep." The man listens, squeezing onto you as if to test that this is real before drifting off.
For the first time in days...he's at peace.
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A/N: dazai srsly needs a hug, 'n ill b the one 2 give it 2 him if no one else will! we need more fluffy fics of taking care of dazai, rather than dazai taking care of us. nyway, if u haven't signed up 4 the new tag list u totally should! there's new options n better format.
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romiyaro · 10 months
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𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼
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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ, ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ)
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ'ꜱ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ "ʜᴇʏ, ɴᴏ ꜰᴀɪʀ! ɢɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ" ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ'ꜱ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ "ᴇᴡᴡ ɢʀᴏꜱꜱ! ɢɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ" ᴛʏᴘᴇ
ᴀ/ɴ: ɪᴅᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ :>
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– ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ –
If you wanted to encompass how his casual kisses felt in one word - butterfly kisses would be an apt choice.
Osamu is a sucker for you. And he makes no effort to hide it. Whenever you both are at home minding your business, he finds himself drifting over to you and placing a feather-light kiss on your cheek.
It's a natural response of his body, he says.
You never know when a kiss might come. And it happens so fast, you never have time to enjoy them fully.
And every time you whine about it, he smugly smirks and says, "I just love seeing you desperate."
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– ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ –
Atsumu is loud; and very very bold. His love language is smacking sloppy kisses all over you whenever possible.
You know those sweet goodbye kisses couples give each other before walking out the door? Yeah, it's not like that in your household. It's a loud, lip-smacking smooch that leaves both the parties breathless.
He's an insufferable brat when he's at home.
You could be doing something very important, or literally nothing and he would still find it in his aching and sore muscles to find you and drop a wet, slobbery kiss over your cheeks or neck. And he ensures to wet his lips a little more so that it leaves a wet patch on your skin.
And when you scream at how annoying it is, he has the audacity to smirk smugly and say "I just love seeing you furious."
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p.s. I will soon reblog the post from where I got the divider from. It was in my gallery but I forgot the blog I got it from :(
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thegirlwhoimagined · 2 years
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Ok I know my last post was also about Kita and Osamu buuuut.... Imagine them fucking you together.
WARNINGS: Suggestive themes, mention of the word 'cocks', sexy men, and word vomit ahead(I literally wrote this in like 10 minutes the moment I thought of it leave me alone), possible typos idk
Kita x gn!reader x Osamu(aged up characters, of course)
Maybe you're Kita's partner and you accompany him to Onigiri Miya to give Osamu the first ever batch of rice grown by Kita.
Maybe its the first time Kita is introducing you to anyone from the team(other than Aran, duh. He'd murder write a strongly-worded letter to Kita if he hid something as important as a first partner from Aran).
Maybe Osamu almost drops the bag of rice he's holding when he sees your face peak out from behind Kita's broad stature.
Maybe your face grows a little hotter when you first lay eyes on your boyfriend's handsome kohai, and maybe you squeeze your thighs a little.
Maybe Kita notices.
And maybe, he can already picture what you'd look like with two cocks stuffed inside you
Maybe, just maybe....
I don't give permission to repost or republish my content anywhere, with or without credit.
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kissagii · 1 year
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𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 - 𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦 𝕞𝕚𝕪𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
summary: for some unfathomable reason, osamu decided that he'd rather spend his time at the national volleyball teams' party catering instead of celebrating. so as the two of you spend hours together in the kitchen, he can't help but think you're the closest he has to a plus-one.
reader is gender neutral so anyone can enjoy (they/them used once)
warnings: a decent bit of cursing, food & eating
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You considered yourself decently strong, so you grabbed two chafing dish trays from the back of the Miya family's minivan and carried them into the party venue's kitchen. Carrying them one at a time would have been smarter, but time was tight and you could handle two of them. You set them down quickly, escaping the heat that began to seep through the fabric cushions on your hand.
Back at the van, your classmate and cooking partner was hefting up a precariously tall stack of trays, leaning them against his chest as he began to make his way to the doorway. You held it open for him, watching in amazement as his large arms held up the stack with ease. Four trays. Four damn trays. He's gotta be insane.
"Showoff. You'd better not drop those," You said as he walked away, feigning a lack of awe. Though really, you wouldn't mind if he did it again, allowing you to catch another glimpse of his corded arms. It wasn't fair, you thought, that he could be so good at cooking and athletic at the same time. Not to mention that he had a nice face.
Oh god, [name], now's not the time to be ogling the pretty volleyball boys. Save it for later, there are plenty of others and you won't be stuck in a room with them all night. You chastised yourself for letting your thoughts wander from the task at hand. It was silly, you admitted, to be crushing on your undeniably attractive classmate and cooking partner, but it wasn't your fault he happened to be the exact definition of your type.
You grabbed another pair of trays, the last two in the van, and made the short trip back to the kitchen. You took a better look at it this time - the ample space with minimal appliances clearly made for catering. The left counter had already become cramped with your supplies, but the other two were blissfully empty. At the very least you'd have enough space to work.
"Let's get started then," He said tersely. "I'll take the shiozake, can you start with the negi miso?"
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It wasn't long before you could hear the clamor building outside the kitchen, with only a metal screen between you and the growing party. When you first arrived only the setup crew had been there, but the variety of voices you could now hear told you that at least one team had arrived.
The kitchen, however, remained mostly silent. Every once in a while you'd ask one another for an ingredient or supply, but that was the extent of it.
"Y'know what, fuck it, this silence is awkward. Mind if I play some music?" Osamu asked, moving towards the sink to wash the sticky rice off of his hands.
"Yeah, go ahead. I'll listen to anything," You said. Though, in all honesty, you had your particular music tastes, part of you wanted to know what sort of music Osamu liked.
"Oh, great, I'll just... put on my usual playlist then," Osamu took his phone out of his backpack, fumbling with the screen for a moment before his music app started working. He hadn't brought a speaker, so he put the phone on an empty patch of counter.
The first sound that came out of it was an advertisement. More specifically, the exact same advertisement that had followed you around spotify for the past week or so.
"Broke bitch," you said jokingly as you continued work on the rice balls, forming some while others grilled.
"It's a responsible financial decision," Osamu replied with a sharp sarcasm, a breathy laugh escaping his lungs.
"Yeah, ok, sure. But I swear if I hear that ad one more time I'm just going to cave and deal with paying it."
The loathed advertisement came to an end, and the first song began. You'd recognize that slightly muffled drumbeat anywhere.
"Osamu... is that... Wildest Dreams?" You asked hesitantly.
"Shit- uh- that's uh...." Osamu moved to skip the song, but he had already begun work on the onigiri and the rice coated his fingers. Instead he settled for a disgruntled (and slightly embarrassed) huff.
"Oh my god, you're a swiftie," You said between laughs.
"I- hhhhhhh. I know it's weird. Laugh all you want," He grumbled, cheeks pinkened.
"No no, it's not that, it's so unexpected but it makes so much sense- Not gonna lie, it's adorable," The laughs continued to rack your body, the cheesy romantic song in the background such a precious contrast to your co-chef's moody exterior.
"Shut yer trap," Osamu mumbled, turning away from you with a childish pout.
While the rest of his music was more of what you had expected for a guy like him, you didn't pay much attention to it. The two of you talked too much for the music to matter.
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When it came time to serve dinner, you were more disappointed than you should have been. I'm here to share food with people, I love sharing food with people, so why am I so bothered?
The volleyball boys were... interesting. To say the least. Some of them far too energetic for your tastes, others looked as if they were about to fall asleep any moment. Most were far taller than you, and nearly all of them did a double-take when they noticed you serving food. After all, very few of them would have seen you before, and those that did were unlikely to have remembered you.
The onigiri trays emptied surprisingly fast. With the few other foods set up on tables outside, you began pulling the empty metal sheets back into the kitchen for cleanup.
"So, 'Samu, this is yer plus-one, eh?" The cocky voice was one you knew well enough - Atsumu, the popular and, frankly quite annoying, twin brother of the boy you'd spent the entire afternoon cooking with.
"I think they'd prefer assistant chef," Osamu replied blandly with just a hint of sharp distaste for his brother.
"Well I think since you've locked yerself in the kitchen all day it might as well be a date," Atsumu teased, "It's like you'd rather spend time with your assistant chef than with the rest of us."
"Shut it, 'Tsumu. Unlike you, [name] is actually a decent person," Osamu spat, dramatically pulling down the metal screen between the kitchen and hall. It hit the blonde atop the head (not too hard, you hoped) and he recoiled backward with an offended face.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Atsumu's voice was muffled by the metal but still clearly audible, "Enjoy your date~"
Osamu shot a glare in his brother's general direction before turning back to his work washing the rice-coated utensils.
"So I'm just a 'decent person,' huh?" You asked, leaning leisurely against the sink, mindlessly fiddling with the dish towel.
"Well, I'd've been nicer, but that woulda given 'Tsumu the wrong idea," Osamu said quietly, scrubbing with a determined fervor.
"The wrong idea... how?"
"First off he'd've taken anything short of insulting as an ego boost, he always does. Or he might've thought... that we were together."
"Oh."
You cursed yourself for such a simplistic response, but your thoughts were racing too fast to put together anything more coherent. Atsumu thinking we're together is bad... does he actually not like me? No, he probably just sees me as a friend. Damn.
"Well, for the record, I think you're pretty great," After a moment you fumbled the words out of your mouth. 'Pretty great' was a terrible understatement - you thought he was amazing, wonderful, so funny and talented and handsome.
"Yeah, you too," He murmured. How strange it was to hear Osamu, usually so outspoken, being quiet. Almost... shy.
"And, well, while assistant chef is a nice title and all... I wouldn't mind being your plus-one either." Your words were nearly drowned out by the running water, hesitant but entirely sure of what you meant. The whole evening had made you realize how much you were into Osamu, his immaculate sarcasm and love of food, the dry but entertaining banter over stupid things. Maybe he had been flirting. Maybe he hadn't. There was no way to know.
"I think I'd like that too." Osamu looked over at you with a shy smile, cheeks tinged with red, dropping the dishes in his hands.
"You're so fucking adorable," You said with a little laugh, the warm flush building in your own face. Holy shit. This is actually going well.
Osamu snatched the towel from your hands, drying off his hands and forearms. "Can I like... hug you? Is that okay?"
You skipped over a verbal response, choosing to throw yourself at him instead, wrapping your arms around his broad torso. He was warm, comforting, and the perfect height for hugs. Gently, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, placing his chin on top of your head in an a silly, condescending way.
"You're such a dork, Osamu."
"And you like it."
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