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ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ (ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ)
atsumu | oikawa | iwaizumi | bokuto
Miya Osamu always thought that, if he ever got into a relationship, he would be the cool and calm type of boyfriend. The one who's always chill and comes off a bit detached.
But just one month into the relationship with you, Miya Osamu shamefully admits that he suffers from an acute condition of incurable grabby hands.
Yes, grabby hands.
And now that you both are married, this condition has spiralled out of control, morphing into a sort of adorable clinginess. Now he cannot have a good day if it doesn't start with waking up to groping you. Osamu believes you are his lucky sign. As long as he has you he will be fine.
But you know better than that. All of these excuses were his ways of finding reasons to come hug you. But these days the man isn't bothered to even cover up his clinginess.
'What? I'm being clingy? Suck my dick I'm yer husband.'
But he's particularly clingy when he's upset; or has something on his mind.
Like now. It's very difficult to not burn the omelettes you are frying when you have a koala of a man clinging to your behind. Osamu is very comfortable right now. He's set a chair right behind you and is seated there with his arms wrapped around your waist and face pressed to your ass.
You shake your ass, trying to shove him off. But Osamu just grunts and bites into the plush of your buttcheek.
It's almost painful. But not quite.
"What's got you moping like that, Samu?" You ask, flipping the omelet. Yep, it was burnt. You can feel the pout adorning Osamu's face as you switch off the gas stove. Turning around you cup his face in your palms, pushing his chin up to make him meet your eyes.
"Atsumu said my onigiris taste like shit."
Ouch. That was brutal. You and Atsumu both knew how very conscious Osamu was with feedback on his onigiris. And that was very asshole-ish of Atsumu.
You dramatically gasp, lamely trying to comfort Osamu, "Atsumu knows what shit tastes like? Hmm, probably yes. No wonder he spouts so much shit all the time." You ruffle his hair, pushing it away from his forehead as you adore his face now sporting a smile.
Osamu chuckles, nudging his face into your stomach, "Funny how that's exactly what I told him."
"Hell yeah. We won't let him taste a single onigiri until he washes his mouth off all that shit then."
His embrace turns impossibly tighter as he mutters, "I told him that too."
yep. family bonding at the cost of miya atsumu never backfires~
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