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thebardisabird · 1 year

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The gap was finally closed, with the affluent bachelor sealing his lips over yours in a searing kiss. All of your resolve was stunned to stillness, shock and surprise being the only things to occupy your headspace. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, and when you didn’t part your lips fast enough, the fingers locking in your hair did it for you. The kiss snapped you back to reality, but the moan you let out when his slick appendage came to dance around your own had melted you into the beginnings of desire. Karamatsu slid an arm behind your back and suddenly the room was spinning. Within seconds you were splayed out over the lap of the second son, thighs stretched open by his own; enough for your skirt to have ridden up at a wildly immodest height. Embarrassed by your sudden splay of skin, your fingers tried to busy themselves with pulling the garment back down, but the hands that caught yours had stilled your movements. Questions upon questions rattled in your mind and yet you could bring yourself to bring none of them to your lips. Karamatsu smoothed fine leather up the expanse of your exposed thighs, settling finally at your hips. You were hoisted higher up in his lap, allowing him to adjust his angle and release your lips. The sudden movement had you latching your arms around his neck - a reaction that slid a smirk on his face. “Sir please,” came your sheepish whine, “What are we…” you couldn’t even bring yourself to finish the question. Gripping your hips a bit tighter now, Karamatsu rolled you hard over his lap. Sheer, solid, friction slid hot and heavy between the juncture of your thighs - and your fate was coming into clarity a little more now. A blush was evident on your face at this point; your mind screamed at you to say something, but the words were dying in your throat with even the simplest of his touches. He leaned forward as he rolled you toward him once more where his lips were busy, determined to map your neck in kisses. You were heating up fast. Your nails dug into the shoulders of his button down, so desperate to suppress any noise he was intent on pulling from you. The flat of his tongue slid over your collarbone before he bit down on the junction of your neck and shoulder - this rightfully made you yelp. Karamatsu’s breath fanned hotly over the cooling saliva on your skin, and it made you realize he was also succumbing to the same heat you were. Raspy and low, Karamatsu rumbled, “I told you before, didn’t I?” This time he paid your barely clothed sex another stroke of friction, “I’m done playing cat and mouse, mon cher.” Your eyes snapped shut when his lips returned to your neck, paying the tender flesh an exchange of heated kisses and pointed nibbles. In the midst of your slow descent to passion, you failed to feel the nimble fingers at your blouse. A quick tug had buttons and fine linen tearing wide open. You’d have screamed at the suddenness had his mouth not closed over yours to swallow it. Cool air wisped over your warmed flesh in a flash, leaving you shuddering briefly before the man. Thankfully you needn’t worry about that for much longer as his hand snaked behind you to pull your chest closer to his face. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this, wanted this,” said he, hungry eyes drinking in how deliciously your tits sat in the lace garment, “You’ve eluded me too long, flower.” A kiss pressed to your cheek, “You think you’re invincible.” A kiss pressed to your jaw, “So willing to deny me at every step behind the safety of your work.” A kiss pressed to your collarbone, “But now look at you…” His hands dug just under the wiring on your bra, effectively lifting your supple flesh out of the cups and spilling in full display in front of the man. He licked his lips, a hand cupping your breast and savoring the weight of it in his palm. Chestnut eyes hooked your flushed gaze once more as he purred out, “Heh, I’ll tame you yet, my fiery minx.” With his mouth enclosed around the sensitive bud of your nipple, it was then you could hold your whines no longer. Hands slid over your ass, restarting the ministrations of him grinding his clothed length across your heat. “Mr Maahhh!tsunoo” the need evident in your cry, your fingers now digging into his dark locks. Briefly he lapped at your nipple, tongue lithely circling around the delicate bud and gently taking it between his teeth. The sharp snap of pain went straight to your pussy, and you couldn’t help but tighten the grip of your thighs on him. At the rate he was electrifying your body - you wouldn’t last long. Karamatsu relinquished your chest with a soft pop, running his tongue over his lips once more and grinning like he’d just licked a bowl of ambrosia clean. With some show of strength you were lifted off of his lap and placed carefully on your back. Soft clanking rang in your ears - the sound, you recognized, was him unbuckling his pants. Deciding to reclaim your spine if only for a moment, you slid your thumbs under the waistband of your panties and discarded the fabric without much cognizance. Your thighs welcomed him now, a fire being lit deep in your belly by the man above you. Time was not to be wasted, which is why Karamatsu didn’t bother removing his own vest and button down - all he needed was to free himself enough to give you exactly what you needed. An arm was laid carefully next to your head, allowing the raven debonair to hold himself upright over you. He grasped his cock, groaning at how painfully hard he was in his palm. You drew in a breath, preparing yourself for your final undoing, but he stopped just before you. The heat of his length right up against you made the anticipated shudder in your spine palpable. “I want you to understand two things,” his deep voice cut the heavy air, “One…you will call me Karamatsu from here on. I won’t hear you refer to me as anything else.” You bit your lip at that; the implications that that statement alone held such a heavy weight over your head. Professionalism was crumbling at mach speeds with this encounter, and you leaving this room knowing that you were to refer to who was essentially a man with great authority over you by his first name was the key to completely demolishing your work relationship. Your eyes flitted in the direction of his bar, “But…K…Karamatsu, sir…” One of his hands found their way to your cheek, pulling your attention to the sincere, impassioned countenance he held. He ignored your plea as he continued, “Two: I know what this means, flower - I know it changes everything for you…” you watched his eyes darken with an ardor that seared you inside, “But I will let no one else have you, do you understand me?” The wave of warmth that washed down your entire body pulled any semblance of a response right out of you; the best you could give him was a simple nod. Leather traced the plush of your lips, “...Good.” And that was the last of your warning before he kissed you hard, simultaneously slipping inside you in one thrust. Virginity was a far cry away from you at this time in your life, but the torrid stretch from his cock filling you burned so good. You mewled into his mouth, your hands finding purchase at his back. Muscles stretched and pulled under your fingertips as his hips established a rhythm against your own: Slow. Hard. Deep. It astounded you how quickly bliss was brought to you in the form of being fucked so intensely - Karamatsu tangling the fingers of his left hand carefully in your locks - his right, wrapping behind your back to hold you in place. His powerful grip and the way he fed your body pleasure thrust for thrust told you exactly how he planned to take and take and take - but his words in your ear were far more gentle, “Goddd, you don’t know what you do to me,” he growled, choosing to pant heavily into the crook of your neck, “I’ve wanted you since day one, fuck,” his hold on you tightened, Karamatsu driving into you faster now, “A thing of beauty like yoohhh shitshitshit - I had to have you.” You were dizzy in ecstasy, desire causing your pussy to clamp down on him at his confessions - you were sure you were going to set aflame any moment now. Instinctively your back arched, pushing yourself even that more closer to him, nipples rubbing harshly against the fabrics of his vest. Lips pressed hard into your pulse point, your whimpers and moans dripping in wanton lust as Karamatsu sheathed himself into you with repeated fervor. The coiling in your belly was winding ever tighter, your toes curling, voice teetering into another octave. This had your lover groaning in graveled tones, “That’s it, mon amour, come undone” Karamatsu dragged your body down onto his own, fucking you even deeper, “Give nghh, g-give it all to me.” You would have no time to react, your entire body seizing with an explosion of white hot heat, his name an unwavering mantra of babbled speech flying off your lips. The nails in his back gripped Karamatsu impossibly tight, and he would reward your hold with one more devastating kiss. Your senses were wrapped up in him: the heat of his mouth, the flex of his back under your hands, the smell of him mixed with the scent of sex in the air and the ever still stroking of his cock locked heavy inside you. Wobbling tears brimmed at your lashes, the overstimulation of his persistent thrusts starting to set in. As soon as he parted from your lips you sobbed out in a licentious plea, “Karamatsuuu” That would be enough to send him over the edge. In a loud broken moan, Karamatsu’s hips stilled, with him bottoming out inside you. He spilled hot and fast, a sensation that pulled a shaky moan from you. It would take some time before he untangled himself from you, but that would not leave you without him. Instead Karamatsu pulled you down to lay you on top of him, his arm coming around you to keep you close. The steady beats of his heart brought you comfort as your body hummed post orgasm, though your mind was still plagued with some uncertainties. You were sure you would be able to ask questions later, but for now, you were content laying with him like this. “So…” came Karamatsu’s tired voice, hoarse with overuse, “Perhaps we should renegotiate your workplace, hm?” You looked up at him, initially surprised, but then realizing you’ve had this same conversation with him a thousand times already. A short huff followed by your coy smile, “In your dreams, Karamatsu.” He matched your smirk, “There’s my spitfire,” and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Heh, worth a shot at least.” You were his now either way.

#ososan #osomatsu san #karamatsu #karamatsu matsuno #karamatsu x reader #x reader #bartender!reader #n$fw #nws #unprotected sex #ososan fanfiction #osomatsu san fanfiction #long fic #long post #casino!karamatsu #casino karamatsu #casinomatsu #casino au

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lushslug · 8 months

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oni in a past life

#osomatsu san #ososan #suujimatsu #youkaimatsu #lush art #in blood and spirit #if you know you know #if you don't know go read my fic

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bloomingcarnival · 1 year

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Hey guys! So me and my friend/co-writer had made the decision that Districtmatsu would be revamped and that the fic would re remade. So heres the new, much better refs I made

#tulip draws #osomatsu san #mr. osomatsu #ososan au #districtmatsu #Osomatsu #Karamatsu #Choromatsu #Ichimatsu #Jyushimatsu #Todomatsu #Mostly proud of the Ichi revamp #He went from just some emo furry to an actual character #Drawing these made me realize how much I improved with both drawing and writing #The old fic was made on an impulse and back when I started working on fics and wasnt as passionate about fics as I am today #So yeah sorry to district fans that this au has been dead for the longest time #I hope me and my friend can give you guys something better

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traumatsu · 1 year

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AU where no one found out about Tougou except Oso, who just endured the abuse and trauma quietly until Tougou eventually packed up and left on his own one day. Oso intends to take this secret to his grave and suffer through the lingering PTSD on his own while his brothers grow up in blissful ignorance of the hell he went through.

#ososan #osomatsu san #matsuno osomatsu #tougou #おそ松さん #I don't have the energy or skill to do art but #fuck if I'm not gonna slowly build this up in my head forever #and maybe my partner and I will make a fic of it #rantmatsu #writematsu

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halfeviltotty · 2 years

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Loving You Is Easy Because You're Dead (Jyushimatsu x GN!reader)

Author: Roro (halfeviltotty) Fandom: Osomatsu-san Pairing: Jyushimatsu x reader Category: ghost fic, trauma, deathfic, horror elements Rating: T - bc its spooky Summary: Your new guardian angel is a delight. Word count: idk maybe 2k+ or so Warnings: COULD BE CONSIDERED VORE SO PLEASE TREAD CAREFULLY Commentary: its not vore but still ;w;

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39847824/chapters/99768336

You’re Mine in The Sun

It’s strange but you’d wished for a new guardian angel since you were a kid. It was a vague sensation of dread when you became aware of the concept. Only days before the accident your teacher had jokingly said, “Your guardian angel must be off duty right now.”

When you’d fallen and sprained your ankle.

The term turned over on your tongue as you tested out the syllables, and then like magic you understood that perhaps you weren’t as loved by God as your religious grandmother had promised.

You’d seen her once hovering above your parents sprawled out on the concrete and her cold gaze peering down at you apathetically as you faded out of consciousness.

You thought she’d be dressed in pure white but more like a shadow of death, all you saw were grey billowing overhead and that impassive stare. Like she was deciding if it were worth the hassle to keep you alive or not.

After that, you felt neglected by the beautiful and celestial entity.

You had a face to go with the concept and yet you could tell she never cared for you. You lost your parents and went from pillow to post as someone barely on the cusp of adulthood with instability and a thirst for compassion that couldn’t be met. Bad luck too.

Sooo much bad luck! It was as if she wanted to do the bare minimum to keep you alive, nothing more, nothing less. You managed to grow up without too much more harm but anything bad that could happen did.

You fall a lot, you miss deadlines that are changed at the last minute, you run late often, people get annoyed with you as if it’s your fault you burn your tongue on milk, or that your fridge breaks, or that when you’re walking you always manage to stumble over the only uneven patch of sidewalk for miles.

Then on the anniversary of the accident, you saw something new; a stray teddy bear placed directly parallel to the ones you were putting down.

When you looked fully at it you realized there was a shrine built there with a withered bouquet of old sunflowers that have been abused by their exposure outside.

You remember that day clear as the skies were; the sun burned your eyes so badly you almost regretted not wearing sunglasses. The expanse above was cloudless but you could hear but not see thunder rolling in from behind.

The heat radiated off of the asphalt and reflected painfully as scorching your skin.

The sunflowers fluttered gently in the wind, losing petal after petal in such a pitiful sight.

A baseball bat had been left there and the dingy yellow teddy bear had seen better days. It looked as though somebody came back and reinforced the tire marked stuffed animal multiple times until it had finally been duct taped on.

Same with the dented baseball bat and when you stared closer you could see a catcher’s mitt and bright sunny hoodie attached to it all. Someone must’ve passed away on this road recently, is what you thought.

This road is dangerous and your parents weren’t the first nor apparently the last to lose their lives here. You should’ve paid your respects and left out of fear for your own safety as cars zoomed across the underpass of the intersection.

Instead you picked all the yellow roses and daffodils from your bunch and crossed the street, weaving between the incoming traffic.

You knew the risks in crossing and you knew with your luck you were playing with your life to do this gesture.

Still almost possessed you took step after step on the hot cement as cars zipped by, not bothering for a moment to slow down, not caring if they did hit you or not because they were too busy with their own lives to show a bit of consideration for the fellow human being.

You knew this and you only thought about how sad it was that nobody had been back to replace the sunflowers.

When you reached the other side of the expressway you gingerly plucked off a petal to press and to keep before artistically placing your own flowers.

The blood was in your ears and you found yourself hyper-aware of what could or should eventually go wrong but you still took your time and were unhurried. In the back of your mind, you hoped it’d be poetic, to die on the anniversary of your parents’ deaths.

To see your guardian angel again and her neutral tight lip scowl shadowed by the sunlight. You placed them down and said a quick prayer along with dusting off the teddy bear.

You tried to quickly rearrange the shrine with the same care as you put into your own parents so that this person would know even if their family couldn’t do it, you’d be there to help too.

You crossed back over and immediately a car swerved out of your way as if someone redirected it. This was the first occurrence.

After that, your luck changed immediately; as if a heavy burden had been plucked from your shoulders and carried for you. You woke up the next day without a stiff neck and did your morning routine without obtaining any new bruises or cuts.

You actually showed up to work on time without any issues.

Your luck only improved since then but the only thing you do notice is the sensation of something holding onto your wrist. Sometimes you can feel it move like fingertips tightening, loosening, pulling and pushing like a person would.

Multiple points of contact sliding like a thumb across your pulse too similar being comforted by a loved one. At night you hear a new voice deeply humming softly some lullaby you’d never heard of before and you feel most protected when out in the sun.

Your new guardian angel must like you a lot.

That’s what you’ve been told, “I always thought it was nonsense when you kept mentioning an angel but I think you might be right about that!”

Your manager told you, “You’re almost glowing these days.”

The first thing you do to test this theory after two days of purely good things is whisper, “Hold my hand.” In the safety of your home in the middle of the night. You close your eyes and feel the grip go slack and invisible digits dig into the empty spaces of your waiting hand.

Once it slowly settles you squeeze as hard as you can and make sure your thumb runs over your angel’s knuckles multiple times.

“Who are you?” You ask into the darkness of your soundless bedroom. You don’t move a muscle but softly when you strain your ears you can perceive a weight shifting on your mattress.

No answer but the hand in yours shakes it gently as if prodding for another question. Don’t blink.

You don’t blink when watching your hand that you will to still continue to move without your consent. “Can you not speak?” You hand is lifted up and down like a head nodding. “Is there a way to talk to you?” Your hand continues to nod.

“Can you tell me how?” The hand hesitantly continues to nod. “Do you not want to tell me how?” The hand then nods yes and you can feel your angel begin to let go. You grip this unseen extremity as tightly as possible.

“Why not? Is it for my own good?” You hand begins to yank up and down with frantic energy, pulling you from lying down to sitting up with its force. Your arm is starting to hurt by this and then it stops.“I want to talk to you so tell me.”

You dig your fingernails looking for any purchase, “Please.” Your fingers are shaken lightly as if timidly asking if you’re sure.

“Please.” You repeat.

Your hand is released and not by choice. Your angel’s presence completely dissipates from the room leaving you sitting up and pawing at the air until a bright golden light blinds you in its absence.

It quickly darts over to you and just when your mouth opens to scream you feel it shove its way down your throat.

It feels as if you just swallowed a micro sun with the way it sears the entire way down until it reaches the end of your esophagus.

As if light was coating every atom that makes up your body or maybe as if you were a star briefly experiencing a super nova death all at once you blinked and burned.

“Did that hurt?”

Who the hell said that?!

“Oh, aha! I did, sorry. Did that hurt?”

Who’s talking right now?!You look around frantically as your mouth speaks in a foreign voice, “Jyushimatsu.” Is what he says? He? They?

“He!” Your mouth adds happily, “I’m Jyushimatsu.” You start laughing until a strange sound is ejected from your throat, causing you to instantly cough as the energy and light is snuffed out like a candle. You can taste the lingering smoke on your tongue as you heave on your pillows.

“I knew it was going to hurt.”

“That’s why I didn’t wanna do it.” You feel a sleeved hand rub circles in your back to soothe out your hacking sounds. When you choke louder you’re patted with a solid palm in tandem to clear your lungs. “Yoshyoshyoshyosh…” You hear Jyushimatsu?

“Jyushimatsu.” He affirms when you look over in the dark whispering gently in futile efforts to help you catch your breath.After a few moments of coughing you’re finally breathing stable enough to ask, “Did you just possess me?”

“Eto…well…I did.” Jyushimatsu begins and when you get a good look at him you realize a few things up front.

One: You thought a ghost would be more transparent, or maybe more like the ball of light that had shoved its way down your gullet. You thought he’d be shimmering and bright. Instead there’s nothing out of the ordinary about Jyushimatsu.

He looks like a man in a yellow hoodie and swim trunks sitting on your bed. If you stare hard enough you might think he’s a little more visible than you’d expect in the lighting conditions but that’s it.

Two: He has density and mass. You can feel Jyushimatsu almost breathing and the way he shifts on your mattress is heavy. Jyushimatsu has a solid weight to him which needs to be investigated further.

You reach out with the intent to test the extent of Jyushimatsu’s corporeal being and to your surprise, he shakes his head no like a dog fresh from a mud puddle with his sleeves preventing you from touching him.

“No, no, no, no!”

Three: He’s able to read your thoughts – why is that? “I can answer that!” Jyushimatsu lowers his defenses by putting his hands down. “I was bored waiting for Totty to show up again!” “Who’s that?” You ask with a sore throat. “My little brother.”

“He comes twice a week to talk, sometimes Ichimatsu-niisan comes too but he always ends up crying.”

“They must miss you.” Jyushimatsu’s expression goes dark for a moment and you think something terrible. Before you could stop yourself, a seed of paranoia is planted – did they hurt Jyushimatsu and did he not like them?

“It’s not like that.” Jyushimatsu animatedly shakes his head and flaps his sleeves no!

“Anyways then you showed up and saw me! There was another lady with you who asked if I was busy and if I could help her out with something.” Jyushimatsu’s light voice goes serious.

“She said you were supposed to die and it would be terrible if I just let it happen after you gave me those flowers. Then when you were crossing the street a car was about to hit you so I pushed it away.” Jyushimatsu returns to animatedly explaining the events, even going as far as to mime hitting the car with a baseball bat.

“After that she said she’d been waiting to go pee after her shift this whole time and then left. So I guess I’m responsible for your safety now!” Your guardian angel has been pissed off at you this whole time because she was waiting to go pee after a day at work? You sat there flabbergasted.

Why the fuck didn’t she just go? Was she trying to let you die? You end up laughing so hard at this information that you cry.

Next day at work you almost feel like you’re committing a crime despite the numerous warnings that only you could see Jyushimatsu. As you held his hand and entered the office space every single person you came across had an angel of their own.

The amount of black and grey wings zipping overhead almost made the office more like a blur than anything. Lots of beings phased in and out from all directions, cutting through entire walls and doors without a second glance. Some hung around closely to their charge, hovering with their wings shielding them like a protective bubble.

Others stood by not really paying close attention but only stepping in when they felt it was necessary. You watched your coworker tip over her coffee mug and the split second as the liquid went to scald her skin her angel’s feathers blocked the worst of it from reaching her.

Jyushimatsu gives your hand a comforting squeeze and your work day goes smooth as honey.

You start doing everything with Jyushimatsu attached at the knuckle, you eat holding his hand, watch TV snuggled up to him on the couch, exchange secrets and stories in bed hand in hand, you didn’t realize this but Jyushimatsu’s presence makes chores a lot easier to handle and faster to take care of, your good luck is off the charts, and when you’re alone in your home the affection you share with Jyushimatsu is almost like a married couple.

When you kiss him, or when he kisses you that burning sensation in the back of your throat returns like the moment you had a face to go with the concept of a reassigned guardian angel. It stays briefly as you swallow lungful of air carefully, when you inhale just right it the heat tastes like burnt marshmallows.

Each second spent kissing Jyushimatsu makes the scent of daffodils and roses overwhelmingly sweet between giggly exchanges.

“Did something good happen recently?” There’s a weight on your wrist, twisting and writhing as you fill out a spread sheet. “I know I already said this but I swear you’re glowing these days!”

When you look up you make eye contact manager’s jealous and disapproving guardian angel who’s desperately trying to pull his charge away from you and Jyushimatsu. You exchange a glance and smile with your boyfriend before returning to your excel window.

“What’s your secret?” “Jyushimatsu.” You say in unison with your boyfriend as an inside joke.

#roros fics #ososan ghost fic #jyushimatsu x reader #finally updating tumblr with shit lol #ghost fic ch5 #(will edit choromatsus in lol)

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makshu · 1 year

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Okay that was worth a laugh- beni aesthetic lol

#Reading some fics #Starting with beni's because I love them #Red and pink aesthetic >>>>#osomatsu-san #ososan #osomatsu #todomatsu

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imaginesmatsu · 1 year

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How would be the perfect date to karamatsu? Maybe a short fanfic about the first date 👀

With the last rose placed among eleven others in the vase, Karamatsu believes that the table is finally perfect. He smooths out his tux despite it not wearing any wrinkles as he looks over the set-up once more.

Fancy wine? Check. Roses as the centerpiece? Check. Food? It isn't the fanciest dinner... but he knew that it was his hopefully-soon-to-be-partner's favorite.

His eyebrows knit together as he bites his lip. Karamatsu was lucky that he managed to find space away from his dear brothers in order to do this - but... what if his dove didn't show up? What if they decided to ghost him like so many others...?

A knock come from the door, making the second eldest almost jump out of his suit. He takes a second to compose himself and put on his confident façade once more. (...he also checks the dinner table again, just to be sure that everything was right.)

With a totally-not-nervous-and-definitely-charming smile, Karamatsu opens the door to show his dove, dressed up just as much as he was. They give him a light wave and a smile, before holding out their hand for him to take. He does, despite his own being clammy, and leads them to the table (thankful that the other decided to close the door after themself).

He pulls their chair out and pushes it in after they sit before offering them the wine - he did have their favorite drink as a back-up in case they didn't want it, of course, but drinking wine together... Karamatsu enjoys the thought of sharing a drink with his partner.

The pair make small talk as they start eating, and Karamatsu is overjoyed by how well the date is going. Said joy is shown through both his flowery, sometimes-stumbled words and through his body posture and hand gestures. He falters at times when his date laughs, but it warms his heart all the same when they show genuine interest in what he has to say. He doesn't talk much of his brothers, as they don't come to his mind - despite the fact that they could ruin his date any chance that they wanted to.

When the date starts to come to an end, Karamatsu finds that he really doesn't want it to. He finds it harder and harder to walk his partner to the door, his hand shaking with nerves as he twists the knob and pulls it open.

As he leads them outside, they gently brush his arm, getting his attention enough for their hand to rise and brush his cheek. He flushes at the contact, a warm feeling spreading through his chest that blankets over the anxiety he was feeling. They promise to keep in contact because of how much fun they had with him, and with another bright smile they leave, off to do some other thing for the night.

Karamatsu stays, of course, because he has to clean - but he was happy that someone went along with his perfect date. And that they stayed with him until the end.

#mod null #osomatsu san #osomatsusan #osomatsu-san #ososan #osomatsusanimagines #karamatsu #imagines #ososan imagines #why is writing longer stuff hard for me now #wish i was 12 so i could write 100k fics again :/

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