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euphoricimagination · 7 months
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Friends don’t look that way
Feat. Kenma, Osamu & Sakusa
Kenma
Kuroo has never seen Kenma this way before.
Kenma has always been quiet, enjoying the company of his games way more than any other person; yet he was always caring about anyone else perception of him, always noticing eyes on him. However, Kenma never looks back, never looks at anyone directly that he didn’t have to look at.
So when Kuroo saw his friend on the lunch table, looking in front of him every few minutes with an unusual look, he was confused.
Kenma usually spends his lunchtime playing, if it wasn’t for Kuroo he would even forget to eat, so it’s no wonder than the captain wants to know what is grabbing the attention of his best friend.
He followed Kenma’s gaze once he lift his eyes up, finding you laughing with your friends. He has seen you before, you were in the same class as Kenma and sat behind him. You also seemed to enjoy volleyball and gaming as much as his friend, as he has seen you in their volleyball matches wearing a well love Legend of Zelda hoodie. He looks at you again, you were hearing whatever your friend was telling you with a smile on your face, before he looks back at Kenma, his eyes shining in a very particular way
“Do you know her?” Kuroo asks his friend, making him come out of his small trance
“Yn? Yeah, she’s my classmate” he answers back again with his nonchalant expression
“I meant it as actually knowing her, talking to her” he insist, seeing a faint blush on his friend face
“Yeah, she’s nice”
“She has to be more than nice for you to be so unsubtle with your heart eyes for her”
“I’m not…looking at her like that” he mumbles with a mixture of annoyance and shyness, as he hides his face in the scarf around his neck. Kuroo smirks at his friend response, not believing anything that comes out of his mouth, especially when Kenma lifts his eyes towards you again only to find out that you were looking at him too. Kuroo laughs out loud now as the both of you blush, putting a hand on Kenma’s shoulder
“Well, I don’t think you’re the only one with heart eyes” he says encouraging only to receive a glare from Kenma, a useless glare considering how red he is. His friend is definitely in love.
Osamu
Osamu is not concentrating as he should be in this practice match. He knows it, Atsumu has pointed out, Kita also remind him that they were playing several times, and now even the coach is pointing it out, scolding him for not taking this practice match seriously.
But it’s not his fault, Osamu thinks to himself, how it’s he supposed to concentrate when you are in the bleachers watching the match alongside your friends? How is he supposed to not look at you when you look so cute being all excited every time they score a point?
However, he doesn’t really understand why he is so unable to focus. Normally when you want to impress someone you would try your hardest to be better than normal, trying to stand out for them to notice. So how come his brain decided to do the exact opposite? Not only he was failing his serves miserably, but also he has unable to stop looking at you, resulting in him pathetically failing at receiving some of the easiest serves.
“Oi” Atsumu calls him once the coach finished talking “What the hell is wrong with ya?! Ya suck!”
“Eh?” Osamu looks at him back “I don’t suck, maybe yer’re the problem, dontcha think?”
“Me?! Ya know damn well I ain’t the problem here!” Atsumu throws him a ball, however he can catch it quite easily “What are ya even looking at?!”
“I think I know” says Suna smirking, looking in your direction and making him look at you too. Atsumu also follows his brother gaze, noticing how Osamu’s eyes change slightly when you lock eyes with him “What is it Samu? You like- Oi, listen to me”
Osamu is listening to everything, however he can’t seem to process any words coming out of his friends mouth, only focusing on you…until he received a slap on the back of his head
“Oi, stop eyeing them like they’re a piece of snack, ya fucking weirdass, she ain’t food” Atsumu says this time. Weird? Was he being weird? Osamu doesn’t know if you find it weird or not, but he does know that he doesn’t like Atsumu calling him out like that
“The fuck? I don’t do that, I don’t know what yer’re talking about” he says defensively, a useless attempt, really
“Ya liar! Ya haven’t stop looking at her this whole time!” Atsumu says again “No wonder ya have no fans, yer’re a weirdo”
“I’m not! Shut ya trap, ya asshat!” he says, feeling a slight hotness in his face
“Whatever, I will not allow ya to be useless right now” Atsumu says simply, walking towards the fence where you were standing “Oi! Yn-chan! Will ya go out with Osamu later?!”
He screams at you, making you blush and look back at Osamu, who also has a red face. Despite being embarrassed, you nod your head, receiving a bunch lf teasing remarks from your friends as Atsumu comes back to the team
“What was that for?!” Osamu screams at his brother
“There, got ya a date with her. Now, if ya keep playing bad I’ll ask the coach to replace ya” Atsumu answers, clearly too focus on the match to notice that he help his brother to have a date with the girl he likes
Osamu scoff slightly annoyed, however, it fully sinks in once he saw your happy, blushed face while Suna pats his back. He has a date with you, and he was excited for that, but now he has a practice match to focus on
Sakusa
“So like…Do you like her or something?” he hears Komori say besides him, making him turn his head towards him, a confused expression on his face. Who was Komori talking about?
“Why would you think that? How could you think that?” Sakusa asks. He seriously doesn’t get from where his cousin gain that idea, it’s not like he was doing anything in particular
“Because you keep staring at her like you’re in love or something” Komori says, pointing with his head to where you were, sitting on the other side of the classroom. Oh
Oh.
Everything suddenly just… clicked into Sakusa’s head, he was looking at you this whole time, your presence so relaxing that he didn’t even notice that he was staring at you. But then again, you always have manage to change his behaviors a little.
He recalls meeting you for a group project in where the teachers assigned the groups, and since you two where the only ones doing the job, he ended up finding you pleasant to be with. You two started to do homework together, which turn into you befriending Komori too, which somehow turn into you sometimes joining them for lunch or going to cheer them on their practice.
Soon enough your presence went from pleasant to likeable, which lead into him going to you from time to time. He didn’t understood a part of the lesson? He demanded you explain it to him. He received way too many gifts by his annoying fans? You’re the only person he even offers some of them before throwing them away. He was annoyed or anxious by the loud room? He always tries to find you there to feel at ease, because you always seem to find a way to calm him down. Like now, that you felt his eyes on you, which made you smile warmly to him, making all his worries disappear.
Komori was right. He’s in love with you.
He doesn’t even answer his cousin before standing up and going to your sit, with you receiving him with a playful yet worried smile.
“My practice ends at 6.00 pm today, wait for me” He says, it wasn’t an order but also wasn’t a question
“Yeah, I’ve nothing to do, thanks for asking” you say sarcastically, making him roll his eyes “Sure, I’ll wait. What for?”
“You’ll know later” he says before going back to his -smirking- cousin. It took him long enough to realize his feelings for you, he wasn’t going to take any longer to confess.
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mangogobibiboo · 1 month
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Fighting for them w/ Hinata, Atsumu, Osamu
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Hinata, Miya Twins x Reader (Seperate)// Warnings: Bodily harm and fighting // Word Count: 1000+
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Synopsis: In which they are flirted with, and you just can't take it anymore. (DO NOT DO THIS)
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Osamu:
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This girl had been coming into the shop daily for the past month to stare at Osamu. She always got the same order: an iced matcha tea with a strawberry ice cream mochi. It was just a cutesy order, too. You scoff just as the words leave her mouth.
It's not like it was a bestseller that most people ordered. You must admit you were a tad irrational; some may say it was petty. But she was gawking at YOUR man. It was unforgivable.
You couldn't help but scoff every time she came into the store and ordered in her stupid cute voice, batting her eyelashes, leaning over the counter ever so slightly to make sure he would get a peek at her cleavage. She did the same thing today but went too far this time. She gripped his biceps and gushed over how strong he must be. Those were YOUR BICEPS that only you had the right to feel up and gush over. How dare she!
You had enough. You stomped up to the counter and shoved her out of the way, knocking her to the ground. She looked up at you with wide eyes, almost on the verge of tears. "Back off, my boyfriend," was the only thing you needed to say before she hurried away. "And don't forget your drink!" you yell after her as you grab the order from the counter and cuck it out the door, barely missing her.
"Ya been talkin to Tsumu too much." You look back to Osamu to see him laughing. "Crazy does look hot on you, baby, but you probably shouldn't do that again. I need these people to come back. Yer gonna kill ma livelihood." He came around the counter and planted a kiss on your forehead.
"I'm not crazy! And how come you never said anything to her? " you playfully punch his chest.
"Cuz, I barely notice em. Yer only one for me." you snuggle closer into his chest. "Okay?" "Okay."
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Atsumu:
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"C'mon, babe, talk ta me. I tried to tell 'er off, I swear!" It was after a game, and Atsumu was driving the two of you home, albeit unwillingly on your part. He had to beg you to get in the car, and you were set on taking a taxi. Leading to at least 30 minutes of quiet arguing in the parking garage. You felt a bit guilty making such a fuss, knowing how tired he must be from his game. But it was all the more reason to let you take a taxi like you wanted!
This was probably already bubbling before tonight. About two weeks ago, the Jackles had hired a couple of assistant managers. There was one in particular that gave you pause. You knew her; everyone on the team knew her. Not personally, of course. She was notorious for her affair with a captain of another team down in Okinawa. The scandal was in every magazine across Japan for weeks. It was a shitshow. The captain had to leave the team, and his wife left him, not that he didn't deserve that. And she was forced to step away as well. But it seemed that it didn't damage her professional reputation too much as the Jackles so quickly hired her.
After the game, you saw her throw herself onto Atsumu and gush about how amazing he was. She had his hands all over him.
If you had taken two seconds to process things, you would have seen that he was uncomfortable.
It was outside the locker room, so there was no press, but you were there, and before you knew it, you grabbed onto her hair, pulling her away. She didn't miss a beat, grabbing onto your hair as well. You two wrestled to the ground, scratching each other up before Atsumu finally got you off her. She yelled something about you being "A crazy bitch" before walking off.
Now you were sitting in the car, scratched up with a sore scalp, giving your boyfriend the silent treatment. "Baby, I swear, I was gonna tell 'er off, but ya didn't give me a chance." You stayed quiet, still not looking at him. "Fine, how 'bout I get yer favorite food and give ya all the cuddles ya want." You look at him, arms still crossed on your chest, and grumble, "And we watch a movie.". He smiled a bit and chuckled. "Okay, anythin' ya want. You kinda scare me now, babe."
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Hinata:
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Shoyo was too pure for his own good. He doesn't even realize the bartender is flirting with him. She was playing right into it, too! She opened by asking about his nice tan, which was all your dear boyfriend needed to start going on and on about Brazil and beach volleyball. In his excitement, he couldn't see how her eyes roamed his dress shirt, which couldn't quite contain his newly built Brazilian body.
But you noticed.
Honestly, after a few drinks, you didn't care if he noticed; you just wanted it to stop. You stomp over from the dance floor to the bar. Pull the bartender in by her ear and pour the drink she had served Hinata down her shirt. This quickly earns you a punch, and before you know it, the two of you grabbed a fistful of each other hair and began screaming obscenities at each other. It took Hinata a minute to process what was happening, and as soon as he did, it took all his strength to pull you two away from each other. After that, you two quickly ran off before the girl returned with the security. You make it outside and lean in an alley while trying to catch your breath when Hinata pipes up, still out of breath.
"Wow, Y/N, when did you get so strong? You have to teach me how to fight like that." He looked at you in awe; honestly, you couldn't help but laugh. You had to admit that you were a tad embarrassed by your outburst. How could you ever let your jealousy get the better of you? He was perfect and absolutely adored you, even in this situation,
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A/n: Hi, yes, hello. I just wanted to pop in to say…THIS IS FICTION. Please don't do this in real life!
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asunflowerana · 1 year
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𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭
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summary: grocery day has never been so fun.
with: bokuto koutaro, oikawa tooru, sakusa kyoomi and osamu miya.
n: i've been thinking about this for a while, whenever i go shopping or buy groceries. I I wish Bo could be with me and distract me from the stress of dealing with people with charts (they're dangerous 🥴). Hope you all enjoy! 💕
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⊛ bokuto koutaro
a child inside a full-grow 190cm male body, that's what he is. The fact that he still pouts whenever you remind him that "no, you can't get inside the cart baby, you won't fit" proves the point. But besides his childish mood, he can turn your time shopping a lot funnier.
he does cart races, searches for lower prices like hunting a treasure, throw his hands in the air when he finds his favorite snacks and cackles at every single brand with a silly name. He's a total dork, but his excitement is so endearing that you cannot help but absorb it. It's actually sweet, the way he lightly takes a domestic duty. He's also helpful, willingly carrying the bags to the car, and storing the groceries later at home.
he yearns to stay close to you, so even if his both hands are grabbing the cart handle, at least some arm-brushing will happen. He'll feel pretty lost if you both need to part ways through the supermarket, but t's cute how he beams when you guys find each other later.
favorite section: breakfast food (he's addicted to cereal), and meat section.
what you usually hear from him: "babe, can we buy this?"
⊛ oikawa tooru
if there's something Tooru doesn't look forward to in the month, is grocery day. He even tried to wipe it off the fridge calendar a few times before, but you're too good to be fooled. "the Santos already ordered by delivery, why can't we do the same?" he uses the neighbor's card, whining like his teenager version would.
but one way or another, you always convince him to go. If he's in a bad mood, he'll probably sulk in the beginning, lazily riding the cart while sighing every two minutes 'cause this is a total "waste of time". But as the trip proceeds, he gets used to it, even forgetting what he was so grumpy about when a product catches his attention. With some subtle kisses and a small treat, you can even get a smile out of him.
He likes to wrap his arm around your back or keep you close by the waist. Not having you there with him it's the worst it could happen, so he needs to make sure you stay by his side (also because he simply likes holding you).
favorite section: checkouts (not a surprise), and cosmetics section. He can spend a good amount of time selecting body products.
what you usually hear from him: "are we done?"; "baby, I need your help. This one, or this one?".
⊛ sakusa kiyoomi
he's the one looking forward to this day. He gets uneasy when things run out in the house, so going shopping is almost necessary for his peace of mind. What he doesn't look forward to, though, is dealing with people at the supermarket. Most precisely, the lines, but let's not talk about it to not ruin the mood.
he's very selective, taking whatever time he has to inspect and be sure of the products, in case it isn't a common choice of yours. He appreciates being aware of what you are consuming, not only for being an athlete but because he cares about your health. He likes to share what he's been learning from the team's nutritionist, but he is not a dictator: if you want to treat yourself to some tasty sweets or snacks, he won't get in the way. He'll even join the party.
He'll offer his arm for you to wrap your own, or hold hands. He's grateful to have your company, so he'll cherish it as much as he can. He's also very protective if the place or the lines are too crowned, keeping you by his side and holding you close with his arm.
favorite section: cleaning products (you have no idea how relieved he gets when he goes there).
what you usually hear from him: "I know you want it. Go ahead, put in the cart"; "they always put the gloves way back there"; "these stupid lines. Again."
⊛ osamu miya
the king of groceries. He's used to doing this two, or three times a week, and it never gets boring. The experience has made him smarter about where and when it is best to buy, plus he has a good eye when it comes to product quality and price. So yeah, you have almost nothing to worry about when Osamu Miya is your grocery partner. Almost.
he's very chill and helpful while shopping, but you better keep a good eye on the cart: it'll get filled in one minute. When Osamu likes something, he makes a point of buying as much as he can. Once, he filled almost three entire carts, and half of one was just from rice bags. Someone might think you have a whole volleyball team as a family with the amount of food he wants to take home.
Hand on your back, shoulder, waist, any free space he has to keep you close to him – and he'll keep it there the whole time. Touch is one of his love languages, so there's no way he won't keep in contact with you.
favorite section: fruit and vegetables, and bakery. He loves the smell of fresh ingredients.
what you usually hear from him: "sweetheart, just one more. It'll be the last, I promise"; "hope Tsum doesn't visit us today"
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hajiberry · 1 year
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“Hello?”, his groggy voice filled your empty room from the phone speaker, closing your eyes you sighed.
“Hey, it’s uh it’s me”, it was quiet for a second, and you were scared he hung up.
“I know”, there was another beat of silence before he asked, “is everything okay?”
“yeah I mean no but yeah I just”, you cut yourself off, squeezing your eyes shut to stop the tears from falling down your cheeks.
“You just?”, his voice was barely above a whisper.
“I just miss you”, staring at your wall, you let a couple of tears fall before wiping at your face.
“Y/n”, he started, before you cut him off.
“I know, I know we said we wouldn’t do this but I can’t do shit without you”, he sighed, and you could practically see him dragging a hand down his face.
“Why don’t you get some sleep and then if you’re still feeling like this tomorrow call me and we can talk”, you wanted to sob at his words, he’d always been good at letting you down easy.
“Okay”, you mumbled, biting down on your lip to keep from embarrassing yourself even more.
“Okay”, you both sat on the phone for a second before you heard him begin to tell you goodnight.
“I still love you, you know”, you blurted out, another sigh escaped through the phone.
“I know”
IWAIZUMI, daichi, osamu, SUGA, kita, sakusa
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dokifluffs · 4 months
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How They Would Take Care of Their Sick Kids | Sakusa, Osamu
Pairings: Sakusa X Reader (female), Osamu X Reader (female)
Genre: good ol' domestic dad fluff heheheeh
tutuwusworld asked: Hi!! Glad you’re back here💗So I was thinking about is how (mainly Osamu), and Sakusa would take care of their sick child and the different ways of them comforting their kids💗
Author's Note: hehehe hi and thanks! I like being back heheh it forces me to write, which also helps me improve and get back to things hehe!
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as much as he hated germs, he hated seeing his baby/ babies being sick and suffering
which ig would make him despise germs even more tbh
since they made his bb/ bbs (baby/ babies) sick
he would be gentle with them, and take care of them even if it meant getting his hands and himself dirty
but anything for his bb/ bbs
when it first happened where his bb/ bbs got sick, he rushed them to the hospital, insisting that they stayed there until his bb/bbs were better
he had the doctors and nurses on speed dial
but now this second time around, he was more ready having learned from the first time
he would be on a tight routine to change them out of any sweaty clothes, tucking them in, changing their cooling forehead patches
making fresh food with scrubbed clean ingredients
everything
if his bb or bbs couldn't sleep, you bet he would hold them close
he would make sure is body warmth was also keeping them warm too
cradling them, rocking them, rubbing their little backs until they were sound asleep
he didn't mind doing the extra laundry if it meant that they actually got rest and they slept
even just a short nap
as soon as they were sound asleep, this mans would be whipping out his steamer, steaming all high-touch surfaces like their toys, door handles, and tables, cleaning and disinfecting everything
but at night, he was also on high alert
even when you were home to take care of them and when you took his turn to watch over them, he insisted on staying with you
The two of you sat at the ends of their low cribs in your guys' bedroom and just watched the two of them sleep side by side in their own crib in the low light of the bedroom, the sound machine playing the soft sound of waves washing against a shore
tucked in, wearing their matching little pjs
"they seem to be doing better," you spoke in a soft voice to your husband as he sat beside you, his hand resting on your lower back, fingers drawing random small shapes against your soft skin, his chin resting on your shoulder
"mmhm," he agreed with you, nodding gently into your shoulder
his eyes glanced back and forth watching them slightly move every now and then
he never thought that one day, such small human beings would mean the world and everything beyond to him
he would some nights, depending on how his bbs were throughout the day, would stay up later or sleep less so he could watch over them, sitting right beside them at their cribs
he would be right beside them, helping their little immune systems fight off these bad germs
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Warning! Spoilers to what osamu does post-time skip!
You know this mans was feeding his family good stuff
like when you were pregnant with your little buns (what samu thought they looked like when they were born)
you ate the best foods
you were surprised how you were able to push such plump little buns out of you, 2 of them as a matter of fact
but they were very healthy
over the years, their plumpness became proportionate to their bodies as they grew
now they were able to balance and walk, they started running, playing outside, building their immunes
that was until something apparently had been going around while they were at daycare
and some parent still brought their child in, even though they were very sick and it spread to your guys' little buns
the two of you were mostly calm
took them to the doctors the first thing a fever was detected
making sure they were drinking plenty of fluids and samu was their personal chef
he knew what each of his bbs liked and made sure they both got their nutrients and all the other good stuff
he seemed calm on the outside but he did have a subtle, consistent wave of worry
he would think about the worst-case scenarios and work harder to make sure the foods and soups they were going to eat would be the best
but over time as you saw progress in their recovery, you were able to wipe away his worries without even knowing they were there
"Look who woke up a bit early and wanted to see you," he turned at the stove, hearing the sound of your voice approaching as you walked into the kitchen
you held the younger twin in your arms, the twin that did seem clingier with him but he didn't mind at all
he loved his bbs equally
the little one turned their body and reached toward him upon seeing him
Osamu was used to this
before they were sick, he would hold one while cooking - mainly something simple like stirring a pot
nothing dangerous
he would give them little samples of what he was making, always blowing the spoon or spatula like crazy before feeding them
he wasn't gonna burn his bbs
during baths and put-downs for naps and sleep at night, he always made sure to cuddle his bbs
he knew they were just gonna get bigger from here
after baths were his favorite time
they smelled so clean and fresh in their little pjs
he lay right in between their two little bodies as they hugged his head, cuddling with him
he laid with them until they were fast asleep, listening to the soft chimes of the lullaby gifted from osamu's grandmother
"stay small," he whispered to them, pressing kisses to their heads before slowly rising, and tucking them into their cribs
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kiyosamu · 5 months
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Then & Now. ♡
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Pairing: Osamu Miya x Reader
Genre: Fluff! Angst if you squint? Maybe? High school sweethearts who reunite as adults. ♡
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Growing up, the idea of a first love was embedded into your mind with theatric-like imagery. A dramatic, beautiful first kiss. Loud, screaming arguments over unwarranted jealousy. Passionate, intense declarations of love for the entire world to hear. A love that felt so real it physically hurt. A love that, when it came to it’s inevitable demise, would stick to you for the rest of your life, leaving you wondering “what if…?”.
That’s what you thought, anyway, until you’d experienced it first-hand.
Your relationship with Osamu was nothing like that. In fact, it was almost too easy. A fast forming friendship in your first year blossoming into a romantic relationship as high school seniors. You two just… clicked.
When the two of you made things official, it wasn’t the grand proposal you’d hoped for. Instead, it was Osamu waking up next to you with a sleepy smile and incoming hangover asking you the classic “what are we?”. You simply smiled back, knowing damn well the night before that the liquid courage had run through both of you to the point of confessing your true feelings and realizing they were mutual.
Osamu was comfortable. He was carefree, but not recklessly. He paid attention in school and had priorities, but didn’t let small things bother him. “Don’t worry about it” he’d say, pulling you against him with an arm around your waist. “I’ll take care of it.” “It’s no big deal.” “It’s fine.” “Just leave it to me.”
Dependable, reliable Osamu who always seemed to fix any major or minor inconvenience in your life with a simple solution and saving you from yourself for the zillionth time.
Despite the positives of your relationship, even you couldn’t dodge the cliché “we’re going to different colleges, so let’s break up” trope. You talked it over, mutually deciding it’d be too stressful to continue your relationship when you were going to school 6 hours away. You spent your last few days together as if everything was normal, and then you just… left.
“Too bad.” His gaze dropped to the floor, a bittersweet smile crossing his lips. “We coulda had a real nice life together.”
You nodded and laced your fingers in his.
“It was nice while it lasted, though.” Osamu sighed, looking down at you. Your eyes met his, only for a moment, before you fully embraced him and soaked in every ounce of him. Muffled, barely audible words came from your lips as you pushed your face into his chest.
“It was nice while it lasted.”
But it didn’t hurt like you’d expected it to. You didn’t want it to. Your relationship with Osamu was wonderful. He was perfect for you, and the two of you shared so many incredible memories. You smiled when you thought back to one of your silly inside jokes. Felt warm when you saw anything that reminded you of him.
While you started casually dating other people in your second year of college, Osamu didn’t do the same. He was busy opening a restaurant and supporting his brother, information that you’d collected from his few and far between Facebook updates. Other than that, you hadn’t really spoken since the day you’d left.
The years flew by, and just like you’d promised your family, you moved back home the day after your college graduation.
Various relatives cooed over you, commenting on how different you looked, how proud they were of you, hurling questions at you the moment you stepped inside that you instantly regretted returning after such an eventful week.
“Where are you going? You just got home!” You mom called as she watched you lace up your shoes from the other room.
“Out. I’ll be back soon.”
That stressful evening is how you’d ended up at a dodgy, dimly lit bar two streets down that had always piqued your interest as a teenager. You and Osamu had promised to go there together when you were younger, both of you making up silly theories about what lied beyond the doors.
You chuckled into your drink as you remembered the conversations and compared them to reality.
“I wonder if it’s some kinky strip club.” Osamu smirked, “Ya know, like with ropes and handcuffs and stuff?”
“Do those exist? Strip clubs just for stuff like that?” You squeezed his hand and jumped up on to the sidewalk.
“I dunno. Anything’s possible. Better than your theory.” He teased. “An illegal animal sanctuary? Where’d ya even come up with that one?”
“Hear me out! I bet there’s some old man who has like, 17 tigers, an alligator, and a polar bear. Nowhere to keep them.” You stopped at the crosswalk, grabbing his cheeks so he looked straight at you. His eyes were wide with amusement and a massive grin was plastered across his face. “Picture it, ‘Samu. Really think. Can you see it? He probably lives there and just takes care of his exotic animals in secret.”
“Right.” He snorted, “And how do you explain the customers?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Have you ever actually seen anyone enter or leave that building?”
“Well, I-“ He stopped, pausing to think for a moment. “Ya know what? No. I haven’t.”
You tugged him into the crosswalk when the light changed and marched away proudly. “Exactly. Point proven. It’s a front.”
The two of you spent the rest of your walk home from school that day laughing and debating what kinds of animals the theoretical old man was hiding in the fake bar.
Osamu’s laugh was something you’d heard many times, but never gotten tired of. His laugh was infectious; deep and loud and right from his chest. A laugh that would cause anyone to smile just from being around it.
A laugh that you recognized the moment you heard it.
You spun around on the bar stool, drink still in hand, in complete disbelief as the man who you were just thinking about was practically summoned in front of you. What a coincidence - you made a mental note to call your old roommate and tell her that her manifestation theories might not be bogus after all.
“Ain’t that somethin’,” Osamu whistled, taking off his hat to reveal his natural hair colour and giving you a playful nudge. “Didn’t know I’d run into ya here.”
“You didn’t?” You smiled.
“Had no clue.”
You pulled out your phone, showing him your most recent social media post. It was a photo of your drink, the location tagged with a passive caption about returning home.
“You didn’t see this?” You snorted when he shook his head no.
“Osamu Miya liked your post. Explain that.” You pointed directly at your most recent notification, showing that Osamu had definitely seen it 20 minutes prior.
“Hackers. Gotta be.” You felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you as you indulged in his sarcastic banter. “‘Cuz it’s clearly a coincidence that I just happened to show up to the same shitty bar on a certain Tuesday night.”
“You’re such a fuck.” You laughed, “Be serious.”
“Obviously I knew.” He rolled his eyes playfully and waved down a waitress. “Just wasn’t sure if you were gonna talk to me.”
“Why wouldn’t I talk to you?” You took a sip of your drink and watched him as he ordered his own. The way he carried himself was different. Subtle, but different. Confident and unapologetically himself.
He shrugged. “Just didn’t think you wanted to. I never heard from ya after you left.”
You blinked at him. “I kinda thought that’s what you wanted. That’s why I never reached out.”
“Why would I want that?” He thanked the waitress and took a sip of his drink the moment she handed it to him.
“I dunno. I just assumed since you didn’t say anything to me after I left.”
“So you’re tellin’ me we didn’t talk because we both thought the other didn’t want to?” Osamu’s question wasn’t really even directed to you, if anything, he was talking out loud to himself.
You were the first to crack up. “I guess so.”
“Hah.” He chuckled, “How stupid is that?”
“…Pretty stupid.”
He shook his head, smiling and silently cursing himself for allowing a little breakup and a few hours distance ruin the best relationship with someone he’d ever had, dating or not.
“Well, whatever. We’re here now. Wanna hang out?”
You almost choked on your drink. You weren’t expecting to see Osamu at all, let alone expecting to be hanging out with him on your first day back after four years of radio silence.
But you didn’t even think twice.
“Of course I do.”
The two of you picked up where you left off and it was as if you’d never even gone away. The connection was instant.
“You dyed your hair brown.” You smiled, reaching up and ruffling it in between your fingers. “It looks good.”
“I’d be worried if it didn’t.” He smiled wide but got lost in your gaze for a few seconds, studying your expression carefully. He took a careful look at you while sipping his drink. “You look good. Every bit of ya.”
“Thanks, ‘Samu.” You felt your cheeks get warm and turned away. A feeling you hadn’t experienced since high school.
“Wanna go for a walk?”
Before you could answer, Osamu set some cash on the bar and grabbed your hand. Again, it was familiar, but felt different. Stronger. Bigger. His hand completely engulfed yours and you wondered if he knew how tight he was holding you.
The two of you walked down the road for a few minutes, silently, soaking in the past two hours spent catching up with each other.
He stopped in front of a building a few blocks down, nodding up at it so you’d take a look. You knew instantly where you were.
“I still can’t believe you actually did it.” You looked back and forth from his proud stance to the large sign above the door reading “Onigiri Miya”.
“Let me show ya inside.”
He took you around the back, unlocking the door and flicking on the lights as he came in. The light was warm and the restaurant was inviting. Warm, inviting, comfortable… everything Osamu had always been.
“It’s so cozy in here.” You ran your hand across the clean countertop. As you paced through the kitchen, you walked around the barrier separating the staff area from the main dining room. “Reminds me of your Mom’s house in here.”
“In a good way, right?” He followed closely behind, not wanting to interrupt your first impression too much.
“Of course.” You turned around, beaming a smile at him. “I always loved coming over. You know that.”
He nodded. “Guess I’ll have to have ya over again sometime. I’m sure Ma would love to see you.”
“I’d love to see her, too.” You picked up and put down all of the little trinkets and decorations Osamu had laid out in his restaurant. A small MSBY mascot bobble head, various culinary contest awards, cute little stickers with the restaurant logo, and a stuffed alligator eating a mini onigiri.
“Hm.” You hummed, picking up the alligator. “Now all you’re missing is 17 tigers and a polar bear.”
Osamu blinked at you.
“Sorry.” You laughed awkwardly, “You must not remember. It’s nothing-“
“That’s the exact reason I have that.” He smiled, walking over and taking the alligator from you. “I had it handmade. Even named it after ya.”
“Shut up.”
“M’serious.” Osamu’s confident demeanour almost disappeared as he appeared bashful for just a moment. A small moment, but you still saw it.
Osamu ended up pouring you a drink while you continued to talk. He leaned over the counter as you sat at the bar opposite of him, your faces only a few inches apart.
“I still can’t believe you remembered that.” You said quietly before taking a sip.
“Of course I remembered it. I couldn’t forget the silly shit you say even if I wanted to.” He teased, “Plus, I had to walk by that place every day after you left. Made me think of ya every time.”
“Silly shit, huh?” You raised an eyebrow, “You’re the one who thought it was a strip club.”
Osamu blinked at you. “That’s much more believable than being an old man’s exotic animal sanctuary.”
“Okay, okay, fine!” You didn’t realize how stupid the conversation was until he said it like that. The two of you broke into a fit of laughter just like you used to.
You looked at Osamu, the top of his cheeks squishing just under his eyes, loud, deep laughs filling the room and suddenly you’d never felt such an overwhelming feeling of… home.
Osamu looked back at you. His ash-coloured eyes studied your expression.
“Hey, do ya need a job?”
You hadn’t been home long, so you’d barely even thought of that. You had planned to take things a day at a time and try to find a career with your education, but your degree was hard to find employment with right away. Opportunities and internships were there, but there was no way you’d be getting an actual, paying job right away.
“…Yes?”
“Wanna work here?” He leaned in closer, “I don’t go around offerin’ just anyone a job at my high class establishment, ya know.”
“Something with the way you said that makes me feel like this is a joke.” You smirked.
“I’m just foolin’ around. I do need someone though. Wanna try it, at least? Tomorrow for dinner? I’ll show ya what it’s all about.”
You agreed. If anything, you wanted to see how Osamu ran his restaurant.
——— ♡ ———
The next evening, you entered through the back door just like he’d told you to.
“Osamu?” You called, immediately met with a response to come in the kitchen.
“Sorry, darlin’, couldn’t meet ya at the door. Doing prep for tonight.” He gestured down to the cutting board in front of him, “Wanna try?”
You quickly put down your things and washed your hands. When you took the knife from Osamu’s hand, he hesitated for a moment before giving it to you.
“It’s sharp.”
“I know.”
“You gotta be careful. It’s a real chef’s knife.”
“I know.”
“Go for it, then.”
You held your breath before getting to work, chopping up the onions quickly and stopping when you felt a hand on top of yours. Osamu was directly behind you, towering over you and pressing his chest into your back.
“‘Samu-“
“You’re gonna slice your hand off if ya keep cutting like that.” He muttered. You could feel the vibration of his low voice and were suddenly hyper-aware of the current situation.
“What’s wrong with my technique?” You huffed.
“You don’t have any technique.” Osamu snorted, “Don’t ya remember when I taught ya like… a million years ago?”
“I do remember you teaching me.” You leaned back into him, “I also remember you never letting me prepare or cook any food ever again after that day. So I could never practice my new skill.”
Osamu hummed in amusement. “Not even in college?”
You spun around, Osamu set the knife down safely on the table but caged you in with his arms. He looked down at you with a smirk. “Hm?”
“I’ll have you know, I didn’t cook a single time in college.” You declared. “You’d know that if you’d talked to me.”
Osamu sighed, hanging his head down on your shoulder. “We’ve already gone over this.”
“I know, I know. I’m just teasing you.”
He lifted his head back up, only a few inches from your face. You felt like the breath was taken directly out of your lungs when all you could think about was kissing him. You wanted to reach out and touch his muscular arms just for him to get greedy and grab you wherever he wanted.
“Miya-san?”
You froze, both of you wide eyed in surprise at the sound of a much younger voice. A young man, most likely freshly graduated from high school, stood beside the two of you as you remained in the compromising position.
Osamu pulled back, and both of you stood up straight.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt-“
“It’s okay, ya didn’t interrupt.”
He did, you thought, but you were silently thankful for that. Every ounce of self control that remained was about to fly out the window had you stayed like that for even a few seconds more.
His small group of employees started to file in and prepare the restaurant further for dinner. You retreated to Osamu’s office and laid down on the couch.
Osamu would have a couch in his office.
You listened as Osamu instructed his team. Taught the younger staff how to tune their skills, taking the time to show them with nothing but patience and positivity. The same comforting presence he always had.
You missed that.
You missed him.
“Hey.” Osamu walked into his office and shut the door behind him. “Finished prep, sorry it got a bit crazy. Didn’t realize we were so close to workin’ hours, thought we would’ve had more time before everyone else got in.”
“It’s fine.” You shook your head, “No need to apologize. It’s really cool seeing you in your element.”
“Ya think?” He couldn’t hide his grin. He stood in front of you, leaning back slightly with his hands on his desk behind him. “I like workin’ here.”
“Well, that’s good. I’d hope so.”
Osamu agreed with a chuckle and sat down next to you.
“Can I tell ya somethin’?”
He sat with his arm around back of the couch, which was technically around you, now. You looked up at him and nodded silently.
“I, uh-“ He shook his head, it was clear he was trying to say something but it was difficult. “I really missed ya.”
“I missed you too-“
“No, like…” He sighed, “I really… really missed ya. I tried goin’ on dates with other women. Didn’t get along with any of ‘em. I always compared ‘em to you. I waited for you to finish school, to see if you’d come back home, and you did. It felt like a sign or somethin’. So when I saw you at the bar last night,” He paused, “Totally, completely coincidentally, I may add.”
His serious tone turned lighter as you smiled at his words.
“I just had to talk to ya. And now that I did, it feels like when we were kids, ya know? Just the way that I always wanted you around. Wanted to spend time with ya, hell, you have no idea how badly I just wanted to kiss ya when we were in the kitchen earlier-“
“‘Samu.”
“I don’t even know why I let our breakup happen in the first place. Usually I would’ve just said we could work through it. But I guess I wanted ya to grow on your own, too. To not have me encourage ya every step of the way. Not that I don’t like to do that, but I wanted to show ya that you don’t need me either. That you’re incredible and strong all on your own.”
“Osamu.”
“But then I realized I didn’t have to do that. We didn’t have to break up for us to grow into who we are on our own. By then it was too late, though. But you just looked so happy. I never wanted to mess with that. So I didn’t bother ya, and now that I’m lookin’ at ya as an adult I’m just so fuckin’ proud of ya, of all of your accomplishments and the way you carry yourself. You’re just-“
“Osamu.”
“Yeah?”
You reached up and wiped a single tear drop falling down his cheek.
“You’re crying.”
“Oh, shit.” He turned away, wiping his eyes quickly and looking back at you. “I’m sorry. Man, I just started pourin’ my heart out to ya and couldn’t stop.”
“It’s okay.” You leaned in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You felt him let out a heavy exhale as he pulled you on top of his lap and right against him.
“I missed ya.” He sighed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “So much. Fuck.”
You tried to respond but you were choked up. You hadn’t realized you were crying, either.
He lifted his head up and looked directly at you. Osamu’s smile was kind, his expression vulnerable and it warmed your heart just looking at him.
“I missed you, too.” You said quietly.
“Really?”
“Yes, really!” You pulled back, planting the palms of your hands on his chest. “You have no idea how much I missed you, ‘Samu. Every day I waited for you to call me. But I thought you didn’t want to. So I finally accepted it and tried to move on. But like you said, I couldn’t actually do that. Nobody compares to you.”
Osamu hummed in agreement, resting his hands comfortably on your hips.
“It’s nice to hear ya say that.”
“Speaking of that,” You smirked, “Did I hear you say you wanted to kiss me in the kitchen?”
“Oh, yeah, you did.” He blinked up at you, absolutely no hesitation in his response. “I wanted to real bad.”
Your last strand of self control snapped the moment you heard those words. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his and instinctively tangling your fingers in his hair.
His voice rumbled low in his throat as he wrapped an arm around your lower back, pulling you against him as tight as possible while he stood up.
“Osamu!” You giggled, wrapping your legs around him. “Don’t-“
“I won’t drop ya, baby.” He assured you, pressing his lips back to yours. The sweet name of endearment made your heart melt and all you could think about in that moment was him. “Not now, not ever. Never again. You’re stuck with me.”
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AN: Thanks so much for reading! I didn’t proofread this more than once, so please excuse any mistakes. I wrote this two years ago and forgot how much I loved it. God, timeskip Osamu is such a husband. ♡
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you get jealous of a manager 
relationship: osamu x f!reader 
content/warnings: jealousy, angst, self-doubt, osamu is kinda toxic here ngl but he makes up for it, fluff 
summary: you get jealous of a manager 
notes: happy birthday, osamu! 
masterlist
atsumu & matsukawa’s part | daichi’s part | bokuto’s part | kuroo’s part
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Everyone always thought that Atsumu was the more emotionally constipated twin, but it was actually Osamu. 
You were friends for a while, still are, but every single day you feel like you’re tiptoeing that line that crosses into lovers instead. 
Ever since you woke up one day and realised that you were in love with Osamu, and have been for a while, you were hoping that one day he would do the same too. 
It was one of those days where the MSBY team were coming to Miya Onigiri, it’s been a tradition since Atsumu joined the team and Osamu opened up his shop. 
It usually consisted of the team in their post workout gear, tired off their feet and just wanting to fill their empty stomachs. 
Ordering an amount of onigiri that would feed an entire nation for one feeding
You would have never thought that you would be surrounded almost daily by gigantic athletic men, but here you are. 
There was something that changed though. An unfamiliar face followed the team. The new person, you assumed, was the new temporary manager for MSBY. 
She was spritely and nice, introducing herself to you 
Then she saw Osamu. 
Appearing from the kitchen, you could basically see the hearts form in her eyes. Watching as they made eye contact, watching as he gave her the smile that you hoped to be at the end of one day. 
Despondently, you watched as Osamu subtly (but not subtle enough for you) talk to the new manager. You watched as he continued smiling at her, handing her the onigiri. 
Your heart began to hurt as you watched her giggle at whatever he said, turning around, you faced the bench.  
Gulping, you forced out a smile as you saw Sakusa and Hinata making their way to you. 
“Is everything okay, (Y/N)-san?” Noticing your look, Sakusa asked as he wiped the table with his wipes. 
“Fine, just tired,” you replied, and then turning to Hinata, “how was practice?”
“(Y/L/N)-chan,” turning, you saw the MSBY captain and bowed immediately, causing him to chuckle. 
“Meian-san,” you smiled.
“What have I told you about calling me that?” Playfully bumping his shoulder into yours, causing you both to chuckle. “Makes me feel old.” 
“32 is not old,” you rolled your eyes as you stalked off. 
“So, you’re saying you’d date a 32 year old?” 
Laughing at his comment, “Of course! I mean, Fukuro-san is that age, and who could say no to him?” You teased lightly, laughing harder when you saw his eyes narrow. 
Your conversation with Meian took your mind off briefly from what you were upset about before but it was short lived as you heard Osamu chuckle. 
Turning your head to where they were, you watched as he laughed loudly and you wondered if he was going to topple over with how hard he was laughing at whatever she was saying. 
Gone was the easiness you just felt, and all you had was the pettiness and anger inside of you. 
--
It was like that for the next couple of weeks. Watching as the team come in, watch as she and Osamu flirt with each other, your hope diminishing everytime. 
It would have been fine, if it wasn’t what happened after they left. 
Because after they left, it was back to ‘normal’; Osamu playfully teasing you, flirting subtly with you. And after every time you felt yourself slowly fall for him again. 
You felt like he was playing tug of war with you and your feelings. 
And honestly? You were sick and tired of it. 
Sick and tired of hopelessly pining after someone, who was obviously interested in someone else. 
You were not some plaything for some man to discard when something shinier comes through the door. 
With this new motive in mind, you barely paid attention to Osamu’s flirting.
Keeping the conversations between the two of you in the restaurant professional and curt. 
If you were going to get over him and not have your heart feel like it’s been stomped on everytime he flirts with her, you need to keep your space. 
--
“What was that?” As soon as the team left, Osamu locked the door and shut the blinds before turning to you. 
“What was what?” You asked as you tidied up the counter. 
Rolling his eyes, Osamu walked over to you. “I think yer know what I’m talkin’ about.” 
Sighing, you placed down the towel and looked at him, “I honestly don’t know, Osamu. So please, enlighten me.” 
Losing his cool, Osamu sputtered out, “The fact that ye agreed to a date with the captain!” 
“It’s not a date, he invited me to a party which you were also invited to,” you explained, resuming your tidying. 
“It is a date!” 
Rolling your eyes, not bothering to look at him, “It’s not a date.” 
“He asked ye!” 
“And you also got invited to the party by the manager!” Fed up at the ongoing conversation, you licked your lips in annoyance and stared at Osamu. “By your definition you’re also going on a date, Osamu.” 
“That’s not a date.” 
“Oh my god,” you groaned out. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why is it a date for me, and not for you?” 
Before he could open up his mouth, you put up your hand to stop him, “No, you know what. Stop. I don’t want this conversation to continue. It’s not a date, ‘Samu,” you spoke defeatedly. “Even if it was, it shouldn’t be your problem.” 
Slamming the towel down, you walked away angrily to the office. 
“Why wouldn’t it be my problem?” 
Turning around, you pointed your finger at him, “You’re my friend, Osamu, that’s it. You’re not my parents, you’re not my boyfriend, you’re my friend and my boss.” 
Grabbing your arm before you could walk away again, “I thought we’re more than that.” 
Yanking your arm off, you scowled at Osamu, fire settling deep in your belly, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Are you serious right now?” Narrowing your eyes at Osamu, “We are not anything. We have never been anything.” 
“(Y/N),” Osamu started softly. Heart beating rapidly at your words. “Ye know that’s not true.” 
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at the man. “Then you’re doing a shitty job of being in a thing with me by flirting with other women.” 
Realisation set in, he knew the playful conversation that he had with the delivery girls, the customers and the manager of the MSBY team was suddenly coming around to beat his ass. 
It wasn’t that he wanted to flirt with them, but he just needed that confirmation, and the extra attention that he got from you was certainly hot. 
But when you started doing the same thing with Meian in front of him, all he wanted to do was lock the shop and cry. 
He was never the softer twin, he was never the more emotional twin, that was all Atsumu. Osamu prided himself in being more logical, being rational when the situation called for it. 
But he still shared the same genes with Atsumu. 
So he carried on, making you jealous. He wasn’t stupid. 
He knew that you were jealous, your face, your demeanour changing. 
He just didn’t think far enough to maybe think you’d have enough of it and start focusing on someone else. 
“I was bein’ stupid, wasn’t I?” 
Well that was the biggest understatement of the century. 
“Yes, you were,” you agreed, no hesitation whatsoever. “I expected this from ‘Tsum.” 
The clock catching your eye, you closed your eyes as you thought of the words to end this conversation. This was all too much for one night. 
You knew that you and Osamu had to talk about this, but you weren’t ready just yet. 
“Listen, ‘Samu, why don’t you go home and I’ll finish closing up, alright?”
When he didn’t move, you began moving around him. 
“How can I make it up to ya?” 
Without missing a beat, “Maybe don’t fucking flirt with other women.” Barely paying attention to him, you began to move out of the office. 
“Done,” Osamu responded, his voice loud and clear. 
You rolled your eyes. Finally turning around, you crossed your arms over your chest and faced Osamu, “Oh really? Until when? Until she decides to come back tomorrow? Or maybe that new delivery girl? Or maybe there’s going to be someone new! Keep me on my toes,” you goaded nastily. 
This behaviour was beneath you but all you wanted was for your words to hurt him, just as much as his actions hurt you. 
“Give me a break, ‘Samu,” you scoffed. “You may have feelings for me but obviously it wasn’t strong enough for you not to flirt with other people.” 
“Look, if you’re not going to go home, maybe I will,” untying your apron, you began to put it on the hook. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 
“Why the fuck do ya think-,” Osamu started and then abruptly finished. Tugging your hand so you faced him, you scowled at his touch. “Why the fuck are ya sayin’ that my feelings aren’t strong enough for ya?” 
“The thought of intentionally flirting with someone else that isn’t you makes me physically sick,” you slowly spat out. “The thought of touching another man the way I want to touch you, Osamu, even if you’re not mine makes me want to die because I feel like I’m betraying you.” 
“But you?” Scoffing, looking straight at him. “You not only could do that willingly, but you made me watch. You make me watch as you give these women the attention that I’ve been craving from you, you give them attention in front of other people while I’m always left in the dark. You make them think they have a chance with you.” 
“You, Miya Osamu, make me feel like everyone else, like I’m just a nobody in your world,” you confessed. You don’t know if your point got across but that was all you were willing to say to the man in front of you. 
“How could you ever think that about yourself?”
"How could you ever make me feel like that about myself?” 
--
Osamu had no words. 
He wanted to explain to you that he never intended to hurt you. He didn’t mean for you to ever doubt that you were the one he wanted. 
“I’m sorry,” that’s what Osamu decided to start with. 
“You’re sorry,” you repeated. “That’s all?” 
“It was stupid,” Osamu confessed. “I was being stupid. I should have never done this.” 
You sighed, suddenly feeling tired. You were done with this, you just wanted to go home and sleep. Maybe take the next day off. 
Sensing your hesitance, Osamu moved slowly forward. Reaching out to you, he slowly clutched your hand with his. It was gentle. 
“(Y/N), words can’t describe ma feelings for ya,” cradling your hand with his, you watched as his thumb caressed your knuckles. 
“‘Samu,” you pleaded. You couldn’t do this. Even if this was what you’ve been dreaming of, you don’t know what you would do if Osamu took it all back.  
“Do you feel this?” 
At the feel of his steady heartbeat underneath the palm of your hand, you nodded once. 
“Please look at me,” at his request, you slowly looked up. Fighting the urge to look away, you took a deep breath and faced him. 
“Yer the only person that has ever made me feel at peace, the only one that has ever made me feel calm and safe. My god, all these years you are the first person that I think of in every situation that I’m in.” 
His confession, all out in the open, the words that you’ve been waiting for since you’ve discovered your feelings for Osamu.  
“And I know that I pushed you to your limits, to make you think that someone else could ever take your place. I’m sorry that I made you feel like that. I’m sorry that I ever made you think that yer just a normal person in my life, that someone else could ever take your place,” he tugged you closer to his body. Hearing the break in his voice, all you now wanted was to wrap your arms around him but you knew there was more to be said. 
Looking down at you, Osamu began to berate himself even more. He could see the doubt still in your eyes. The hurt and the pain that he caused. 
“You are the most important person in my life, you bring so much light in my world, and I know that I don’t deserve ya, not after pullin’ that shitty stunt, but I’m askin’ ya,” he sighed once, knowing that this was going to make him or break him. “Just please let me love you.” 
“Please give me that chance.” 
--
Should you though? 
Multiple feelings coursed through your veins. Your head was telling you that, no, you should not do this. This is a horrible idea. 
But the other part of you, the one who still believed in happy ever afters, and the love that can be found in books and songs. The part that no matter how hard you tried to push her down she kept coming back up was fighting for Osamu. 
He just can’t hurt you again. 
If he did, you don’t know what you’d do with yourself. 
“(Y/N)?” Hearing your silence was worse than when you were yelling at him. Because at least then you were speaking to him, you were still acknowledging him. 
He should have never listened to the stupid idea of making you jealous, he should have never even entertained it. 
If he just waited instead of diving head first into the stupidest idea he ever had. 
Gazing up at Osamu, you finally unclasped your hands, watching as his eyes widen and mouth part in shock and sadness. 
Before he could react anymore, you wrapped your arms around him. “Miya Osamu, I think you might just be stupider than your brother.” 
“You ever do that again and I’ll make sure you’re on cleaning duty for the rest of your life,” you warned but you knew deep down in your heart, Osamu would never do that to you again. You chuckled together, and the tension in the room eased. 
Burrowing your face into his chest, you felt the steady heartbeat beneath your cheek, you sighed out the pain and the longing.
“You can’t hurt me again, Osamu.” 
“I’m gonna treat you the way you deserve.”
--
“I hope ye know that yer goin’ to that stupid party with me,” Osamu nudged you playfully.
“But it’s not a date right?”  
You laughed loudly as you watched his face fall, then scrunch up. 
“Yer such a brat!”
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suashii · 9 months
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୨♡୧ TAKE TWO — miya osamu x reader. sfw. fluff. reader and osamu are exes. best friend!atsumu.
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“do we really have to eat here?” you cross your arms, hesitantly lingering outside of onigiri miya. you spare the sign a quick, apprehensive glance before turning your gaze back to atsumu who looks uncharacteristically annoyed.
“yes.” he nods, pointing at himself. “it’s my turn to pick lunch.”
that much is true but you thought your best friend would be a little more considerate of your circumstances and choose not to force you through an awkward meal at your ex's restaurant. maybe it was silly of you to think so; atsumu hasn’t been necessarily accommodating since your break up. he always invites both of you to his games and takes you back to hyogo to have dinner and celebrate holidays with his family. you suppose these are all things the two of you did before you started dating osamu, but you can’t help but feel guilty for continuing to be so present in the man’s life even after ending things with him.
you sigh and throw your hands out in exasperation. “please just pick somewhere else. he probably thinks i’m haunting him with how often i’m around.”
“no,” atsumu tells you with the shake of his head as he comes to stand behind you. his hands come to rest on your shoulders, firmly guiding you toward the front entrance. “i’m hungry and we’re already here. you’ll both just have to deal with it.”
there’s no use in fighting him on the matter any longer and while you won’t admit it, you’ve been craving some of osamu’s rice balls ever since the two of you split up. so, with a shaky hand, you pull the door open, the bell above it ringing to announce your arrival.
it’s just your luck that osamu is stationed at the host stand when you enter. his gray eyes are shielded by his cap when he looks up but that doesn’t stop you from feeling like his gaze is piercing you. it isn’t cold or dismissive but the intensity is still there.
you’re not sure if atsumu wants to save you the embarrassment of the uncomfortable interaction or if he’s really just starving—regardless of which it is, he speaks up from behind you, one of his hands lifting from your shoulder to hold up two fingers. “table for two, brother.”
osamu hums in confirmation, picking up two laminated menu sheets from behind the podium and nodding his head in a gesture for you to follow. you do, hanging back and falling behind atsumu to keep a healthy distance between yourself and osamu. he settles the two of you at a small booth, setting the menus on the table and telling you both that he’ll give you some time to look over them before he returns to take your orders.
your eyes scan over the selection offered but even without looking at the index of food items, you’d be able to list off almost everything printed on the menu. you had helped osamu draft it, after all.
you remember it like it was yesterday; his experimenting with recipes and your taste testing of each one of them. you’d sit down and help him go through interior design catalogs, compromising on a mix of functionality and trendy. it was an exciting experience, a time when the both of you were happy. but as joyful as the both of you were, it was also hectic and opened your eyes to how you each had priorities and commitments outside of your relationship.
you still aren’t sure if it was the right call, but you and osamu came to terms with that fact and decided to end things on a good note. right person, wrong time or something like that.
with a sigh, you push your menu to the center of the table. it’s a reminder of what once was and you already know what you want anyway. your melancholy aura must reach atsumu on the other side of the table because he levels you with another miffed stare. his lips move as though he’s about to scold you but before he can, his cell phone rings.
the blonde pulls the device from his pocket and reads to contact name lit up on his screen. his golden eyes flit up to you as he stands up from the cushion. “i gotta take this. order my usual if i’m not back when samu stops by.”
you’re tempted to grab his arm as he goes and beg him to stay so you won’t be alone when his brother comes back around but you scoff at yourself instead, saddened by how you’re uneasy at the mere thought of being alone with osamu. you were in love with him once. for all you know, you still might be.
you anxiously wait for atsumu’s return, leg unconsciously bouncing up and down as you do so. osamu beats his brother to the table, though, notepad in hand and a casual smile pulling at his lips. “hey. ready to order?”
you nod, reciting atsumu’s menu choice and then yours, which hasn’t changed since osamu first made it for you. silently, you wonder if he already knew that’s what you’d get.
“anything else?” he asks.
you should just say no and let him be on his way but before you know what’s happening, the words are spilling out past your lips. “i’m sorry.”
“for what?” osamu laughs—the genuine kind with no bitterness laced in it. “getting food?”
“no.” you shake your head, the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips before it falls only a second later. “well, kind of… i know you’re probably tired of seeing me around all the time. it must be pretty awkward for you.”
osamu’s silence pulls your eyes away from your hands and up to his face. you expect him to stiffly chuckle and agree but, to your surprise, he doesn’t. his lazy smile persists as he clips his pen to the waist apron tied around him and stuffs the pad of paper in its pocket.
“i’m not tired of seeing you.” his declaration makes your heart jump from your chest to your throat and your lips part in disbelief. it’s good to hear, though you’d be lying if you said it didn’t catch you off guard. you don’t have time to think about it too much before osamu continues. “and… maybe it’s a little awkward, but it doesn’t have to be that way.”
you press your lips together, puffing out your cheeks with air as you ponder over his words. a stream of cool air pushes past your lips as you deflate your cheeks and turn to look at osamu again. “i don’t know. it seems like an awkward situation by default.”
“yeah, it does. but i don’t want either of us acting cagey just because the other is around.” you don’t want that either. even if things can’t go back to the way they were before, you’re sure that anything osamu has in mind is preferable over strained smiles and forced laughs. “what do you say? no more walking on eggshells?”
it doesn’t sound like a simple solution on the surface but the more you think it over, the more doable it sounds. if you start seeing osamu as your best friend’s brother instead of an ex-lover, all the clumsy interactions you’ve been dealing with for the past few weeks will be traded in for something less delicate, more civil. and although it may not be in your cards at the moment, maybe this could be the start of the path back to the way it once was between you and osamu.
you meet his flint eyes and recognize the hopeful glint swimming in them. it makes you smile, not tense or tight like they have been for almost a month now, but a real one—the kind that meets your eyes. “sounds good.”
“good.” osamu nods, wearing a pleasant smile of his own.
you’ve only just agreed to this new, civil, friendly, non-awkward relationship, but you have to hold back the urge to bombard him with everything that’s happened since the two of you broke up. you want to tell him that you finally got that promotion you were up for and that you were able to adopt that puppy you were always visiting. and you want to ask him all about how his restaurant has been doing and if he ended up moving into that apartment with the nice kitchen that he’d been eyeing up.
“you guys have been talking for a while now.” atsumu’s voice drifts through the air, making you jump. you had almost forgotten about him. he looks between you and osamu as he sits down, taking in your shared smiles and the tranquil air around you. “are you getting back together or what?”
“jesus, atsumu.” you reach over the table to smack his arm. the awkwardness had just dissipated and he single-handedly made this encounter weird again.
osamu holds back a laugh, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. “i’m gonna go start on your food.”
he walks away but that doesn’t stop atsumu from pestering you for more details. “are you? that slap wasn’t much of an answer.”
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basilly · 2 years
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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐
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|| ➼ where they react to you playing with their hair
characters: kuroo, kageyama, kenma, akaashi, & osamu
warnings: none! pure fluff
a/n: highly requested! part one here !
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ osamu takes this in as his guilty pleasure. he used to think that it was just a simple gesture until you begun to play with his hair. he wouldn't even ask for it because of his pride, only laying his head near where you are sitting so you would do it automatically.
he groans in disappointment when you stop- "come on, five more minutes please?" he loves being around you and frowns everytime you have to part. he won't admit he loves it, but he knows he's addicted.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ kuroo was a little taken back at first, wondering what you were doing. it's a nice surprise though, he finds it calming. being the jokester that he is, he says something like "hey this gorgeous hairstyle isn't easy to acchieve, be careful". he closes his eyes in comfort as you scroll on your phone in the other.
in reality he doesn't really care what you do to his hairstyle, he loves physical touch. after you stop he will drag you to the couch or bed for even more cuddles, trapping you within his toned arms.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ kageyama freezes up a bit, but quickly relaxes. as a child he found comfort in his mom patting and playing with his hair, so he immediately loves it when you do it. when he asks you to do it when he's stressed, he's so nervous and twiddling his fingers.
he will unconciously frown when you pause to text someone back. he gently nudges you to signal you to continue. the frown immediately disappears when you continue, leaving a cute smile that you can't resist placing a kiss on.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ kenma starts to get drowsy and ends up taking a nap. when he's struggling to fall asleep he will plop down next to you, head in your lap so you could run your fingers through his hair. he looks so peaceful, as if he hadn't been up for the past 32 hours.
sometimes you will end up braiding his hair, to which he admires and leaves in when he wakes up. he just feels so safe, looking up at you when he wakes up and smiling before snuggling into you more and falling back asleep.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ akaashi smiles softly back up at you as you thread your fingers through his dark hair, intently listening about your day. he is the best active listener and does not interrupt. he gently presses his cheek against your other hand that is cupping his face.
he takes this time to observe all your features, subconciously reaching up to gently trace from your browbone down to your cupid's bow. when you ask, all he says is "i'm listening, i just love how you look right now."
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satoruzlove · 1 year
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house husband osamu who has a busy s/o that is a ceo , so he’s always on top of shit at home
he’s so put together. when you’re off the work early in the morning he’s dressing to open up the restaurant , your lunch already on the marble counter of your house . you smile softly , climbing the stairs happily to plant the most wet, disgusting kiss on his face with a little , ‘ thank you, hubby ‘ that could make him marry you all over again</333
samu is very busy during work hours especially during the holidays when your office is busy, because of all the holiday jobs. even in this circumstance he texts you a small ‘ you doing alright there boss?’ or ‘how’s work gorgeous?’ every couple hours. if you’re having a shitty day, he flunks a little and hides in his little room to call you. he’ll listen, cuss out any assholes and share your anger because how DARE they make your life harder?
when the restaurant is quiet, osamu is able to visit you at the office. he sits in your huge chair until you’re done with your rounds, you come in to see him attempting to be all attractive on the table. he moved when he heard the click of your formal shoes. he’s on his side, one leg down and the other above it, and his head rested in a palm. he wiggles his brows at you, “lookin’ sexy there, ceo.” he drawls. you scoff and shove him, he gasps and pretends to be hurt. when you hug him you can still smell the smokiness of salmon and earthiness of nutmeg, the most comforting scents to you.
at home, he’s absolutely menacing. he loves spending time with you in silence, but sometimes he randomly starts playing the CORNIEST MUSIC [ for reference] and starts sexy dancing. or he tries to. he points at you, lip syncs at you, sometimes he even makes you dance with him. he cooks with you while music plays in the back, and he can’t help but feel so at home when you two make something beautiful together. [ yes. he made a kid joke.]
house husband osamu is your best friend, husband, chef, everything. EVERYTHING.
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euphoricimagination · 2 years
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𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓
In where Sakusa, Osamu & Oikawa catch you wearing their hoodies
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Sakusa
Sakusa misses you. So much.
He has been on away games before, this isn’t nothing new for neither of you, but it has been for a week and a half at most. This time however, he’s on a tournament representing Japan, and it has been going on for almost a month. And boy, it has been hard for both of you.
Ever since he arrived to Italy, he has called you every night; well, every time it was night for you, because he was more than happy to stay awake late as long as you were following a healthy schedule. Falling asleep with you on the phone, seeing you first in the morning, going so far to bringing some of your body wash because your scent relaxes him. He had tried everything so he misses you less.
Finally, it was the day he arrived to the country. It was around 12 AM when he went down the airplane; he had basically force you to stay at your shared apartment, not wanting you to be out so late. Walking down the airport and ignoring Miya’s attempt to slow him down, he was on the way towards your apartment as far as he could.
He didn’t know what he was expecting when he arrived, maybe you jumping in his arms, maybe seeing you in your shared bed; but what he saw made his heart flutter way to much. You, laying on the sofa with the TV on, sleeping with one of his favorite hoodies on. He went closer to you, trying to take you into your room without waking you up. An unsuccessful attempt.
“Omi? You’re here! I missed you so much!” you say finding your way into his arms to hug him
“I’m here” he says hugging you back tightly “let’s go to bed angel”
And although he didn’t mention anything about your outfit, he absolutely adores it. And his heart was about to burst of happiness.
Osamu
Opening his own restaurant let Osamu had a little more liberties than the normal person. He could go and brought food to his twin whenever he called him desperately for help, he could close his store if he ever felt he needed rest, he didn’t even need to close the store sometimes because of his loyal employees.
But even then, he still worked way too hard.
This past two weeks have been an example of that. After his restaurant getting a huge boost in clients, he has been busier than ever. Going earlier in the mornings to prepare the ingredients and leaving later in the afternoon to clean everything so it’s ready for the next day. And even though he could easily ask his staff to do all this, he felt like he had the responsibility as the owner.
It has been two weeks since this started, in were the most that you spent together was when he got to his side of the bed and wrapped his arms around you at ungodly hours of the night. You missed him, of course you did, but you completely understood his position. He loved his restaurant, and while you were worried for his health, you knew that it was going to pass soon.
It was a normal afternoon for you, eating dinner while watching some random show on the couch. You’ve been missing your boyfriend so much lately that you decided to put one of his old hoodies and some of his sweatpants; wanting to feel him as close as you could while he was busy. And unlike the previous days, you heard the door open.
When Osamu opened the door he was tired, eyes barely opening when taking his shoes. He could smell the dinner you made for both of you, some curry. Hearing the TV, he v-lines straight to the living room only to find you there, in his clothes looking at him with happy eyes.
“You are home” you simply say, making him lay down on you
“I am” with that he put his face in the crook of your neck, chuckling before kissing it “what are you doing with my clothes, you hoodie stealer?”
“Well, my boyfriend wasn’t home, what else am I supposed to do to be warm? Call Atsumu and cuddle him?” you joked
“Absolutely not” says smirking, which turn into a soft smile once he felt your hand on his head “I love you, you brat”
“I love you too, idiot”
Oikawa
You were walking in the streets of Japan for the first time ever alongside your boyfriend. He was invited to participate in a All-Star match with some of the top players in Japan, something that made you incredible happy considering the history that Oikawa had with volleyball in his country.
When he told you about the news -and after you teased him about the fact that he didn’t even need to be bribed with beating Kageyama or Ushijima- you were thrilled. You have met some of his friends before, but never went to Japan together, so the excitement was killing you.
You two arrived to the country a week earlier, not only so you could adapt to the time zone, but also so he could practice with his team. And that’s were you where going right now, to the gym where he was supposed to be practicing in his Argentina hoodie and some sweatpants.
When you arrived to the gym you’re immediately greeted by the sound of shoes. After showing your credentials and proving that you were actually invited, you enter to the gym looking around for your boyfriend. Confused by not seeing him around you didn’t notice a blonde boy standing in front of you.
“Ehm…Hello? Our coach didn’t tell us that such a pretty girl will come to cheer for us” he says with a cheeky smile
“Ah? I mean…Do you know where Toru- I mean Oikawa is?”. The blonde dude rolls his eyes annoyed at the mention of your boyfriend
“So that prick was right about having fan girls here too” he mutters “sorry pretty, private practice, you can’t be here…I’m Miya Atsumu by the way”
“Yn Yl nice to meet yo-”
“Although I could always take you out on a date afterwards, I know a place that sells the best Onigiris in the zone”
“Eh… thanks but-”
“Princess? What are you doing here?” you heard behind you. Oikawa was just coming back from the bathroom when he saw you talk with his ‘teammate’, he was so annoyed by it that he didn’t even notice his last name on the hoodie.
“I was bored, and wanted to see your practice. Is it ok?”
“Of course it is, you always can see me” with that he turns around and brings you to his chest. He notices that Miya’s face scrunch slightly when his eyes move to your back; and that’s when he notices his your hoodie, making a smirk appear by you proudly wearing HIS last name “you look beautiful, by the way”
He took you by the hand, walking you to the nearest bench, not before giving a Atsumu a big smirk.
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mangogobibiboo · 4 months
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Mission: ERROR
Synopsis: Osamu's confession does not go as planned
Pairing: Osamu x FEM!reader
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Osamu is the calm and collected twin. The better twin, some might say. He is mature and rational, especially when compared to his piss-haired brother. But this was going to be the end of him. His hands were sweaty, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't think straight.
Today, he finally worked up the courage to ask you out after endless bullying from his teammates (mostly his brother). This boy had been looking at you like a puppy dog since he saw you running the mochi stand at the school festival during their first year. Osamu had taken every chance to get to know you after that. Of course, being on the volleyball team only left a little time to do much else. He still made it work somehow.
About 10 months ago, the perfect opportunity landed on his lap. He was having some trouble in Math and had failed the first couple of quizzes given that year. To keep Osamu on the Volleyball team as a regular, the coach arranged with his teacher to get him a tutor who would work with him for a bit in the morning and after school, right before practice.
At first, he was a little pissed. He now had to spend more valuable practice time in class. But all that apprehension disappeared once he saw you walk through the door. His life felt like it just lit up right at that moment.
From that day, you guys grew closer. I mean, it was inevitable because you two saw each other every day. And on some days more, because Osamu would insist that he "needed extra help," he would invite you to his house to study. He may have also tried to impress you with his cooking when he would "lose track of time," and you would have no choice but to have dinner at his place.
You, of course, were not an idiot and knew he didn't need that much help. At most, he just needed to read slower and think about the material more before answering. You could see how he would modify the marks he got on his tests to make the scores look lower than they were. And you also knew that if he consistently scored that low, he wouldn't be playing on the team. He would be benched or in remedial classes. But he wasn't, and this was proven because he would invite you to every game to watch him play.
Even after knowing all this, you didn't really mind. Osamu was cute and oh-so-sweet; how could you not fall head over heels in love with him. Of course, the cooking definitely helped his case. You had picked up on his little hints and were eagerly waiting to be asked out on your first official date. You didn't think it would take this long because he always seemed so sure of himself. You were also pretty obvious about your affection towards him. Not only did you always agree to go to his house to study whenever you could, but you also made an effort to make him small snacks for your morning and after-school meetings.
Osamu had pushed back your tutoring session that day so he could rush out and buy some flowers for you. The plan was to make it back to school and up to the classroom before you so that he could surprise you.
The plan had gone smoothly for the most part. He had made it back to school and was now waiting for you. The issue was that you were nowhere to be found. You didn't answer his texts or calls. Osamu grew more nervous that you had figured out his plan and ditched him because you didn't feel the same way.
It had been about 30 minutes, and Osamu would be late for practice if he didn't leave soon, but he wanted to stay in hopes that you would show up. Suna went up to get him on the captain's orders. Instead of finding his friend happily making out with his new girlfriend, he found Osamu pacing around the class while wiping his sweaty hands on his slacks.
"Oi," Suna leaned into the door frame with his arms crossed and continued. "Where's your girl?"
Osamu finally stopped pacing and leaned against the window sill with his hands on either side. "She- She's not here…Yet!"
"Well, your gonna be late if you don't get your ass to the club room like now."
"'s fine. I can be late one time. This actually gives me more time ta practice what I'm gonna say to 'er"
"That's if she shows at all," Suna mumbled that to himself, not expecting Osamu to hear. But he did, and Suna could immediately see his friend's face drop and all the anxiety come back into his body. "Look, man, she'll show, ok? Just practice your thing."
"It might help if ah had someone ta do it with-"
"No"
"I can get er phone back from Kita-san."
"Fine"
Suna trudged over to the other side of the room, arms still crossed on his chest. He leaned on the desk directly in front of Osamu and waited.
"so..do your thing."
With a deep breath, Osamu started, "I have had feelings fer you fer so long. Ya are the smartest, most beautiful person I have ever known. I was hopin' you would do me the honor of goin' on a date with me?" He extended the flowers to suna, bowed his head, and waited for feedback.
"O-Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." Osamus's head shot up like a piston at the new voice. You were standing in the open doorway, stuttering out an apology and turning to leave.
This was a nightmare. You had just heard Osamu confess to Suna with the words meant for you. But you didn't know that.
The bouquet dropped from Osamu's hand as he ran after you. "Y-Y/n, It's not what it looks like!" He ran after you and caught your wrist, tugging it a little to make you face him.
"That is not what it looked like!"
"Samu, it's fine-"
"No. No, it's not. I was just practicing what I was going to say to you." "To me?"
"The confession, the flowers, they were all for you. I like you. I wanted this to be special, but it didn't work out that way. I swear I don't like Suna. I mean, he's great, but I could never put up with- "
"Just kiss me, you twat…"
You didn't have to ask twice. Osamu pulled you in for the sweetest kiss of your life. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer while your arms landed around his neck, pulling him closer.
When you two finally pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours and gave you a shy smile.
"I know this is awkward, but I'm late for practice."
You roll your eyes playfully and pull back from him, but not before giving him a small peck on the cheek.
"Go! I'll be outside the gym waiting for you. My new boyfriend still hasn't told me where we're going on our first date."
Using the word boyfriend to describe him made his heart leap with joy. He turned and ran to the gym, but not before leaning down and returning your kiss. He met Suna at the end of the hallway, and you saw them disappear toward the gym.
You couldn't wait to walk home that day with your new boyfriend.
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omgjumin · 2 years
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☆ 10:51 pm ! miya osamu
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miya osamu, who was originally supposed to be innocently holding you on the couch, bundled up in a blanket as you two watched whatever tv show you happened to put on, was now struggling behind you as you wiggled yourself onto his dick. don't get him wrong, he never had mischievous intentions to start with as you two agreed to rest on the couch. however, as you began to, not so subtlety, roll your hips back onto his crotch, he couldn't stand it any longer.
"baby...fuck, just stay still." osamu groaned, his strained deep voice came out. you planned this, oh so devilishly, as you knew the gray haired man couldn't resist you. "just trying to get comfortable, love." as much as osamu wanted to yell out "comfortable? bullshit.", he couldn't. you suggested that tonight you could try cockwarming and you absolutely promised that you would stay still. yet not even five minutes in, you began to roll your hips back and forth on your boyfriend's cock. the whimpers that fell out of osamu's mouth only urged you to continue. "baby..." though osamu's call was to warn you, it did nothing to stop the growing need in-between your thighs.
"you know what, fuck it." osamu pushed you under him as quick as he threw out his resolve. "let's see how long you can last with this attitude, now shall we?"
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romiyaro · 2 years
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ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ (ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ)
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atsumu | oikawa | iwaizumi | bokuto
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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."
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yep. family bonding at the cost of miya atsumu never backfires~
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hajiberry · 2 years
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y/n: are you up?
two seconds after you hit send your phone started ringing, “hello?”,
“don’t, hello me like you’re not texting me at almost 3 am”, came his gruff voice from the other end.
“why didn’t you text back like a normal person?”, you asked and you could practically see his eyes rolling,
“because I’m tired and typing is too much work right now”, you nodded, as if he could see you. “why are you up so late?”he asked, like he wasn’t up just as late.
“had coffee at like 8”,
“because?”
“because i had a final to study for after work but now i can’t sleep”, it was quiet for a second and you thought he had fallen asleep.
“want me to come over?”, your face immediately broke out into a grin,
“i meannnn if you want”, he scoffed, and you could hear him moving around in his room.
“i’ll be there in like 6 minutes okay?”
“okay, bring ice cream”,
“no”, before you could respond he hung up and a minute later he was sending you a picture of a tub of ice cream sitting in his passenger seat.
iwaizumi, suna, kenma, TSUKISHIMA, osamu, kuroo
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sunkenma · 1 year
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a home with you
in which you and miya osamu attempt to find a place to call home, but he has bigger and more special plans
1.7k words, fluff
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osamu is never the type to be picky.
for the entirety of the time you’ve known him, he has always been relatively laidback and easygoing; unperturbed, for the most part, by trivial matters so long as they don’t concern his brother. for the entirety of the time you’ve loved him, he’s been exceptionally patient and considerate, a good listener who opts to swim in the currents of your preferences and decisions.
this is not to say that osamu is completely void of his own opinions and personal tastes. he has his own reservations, but chooses to remain compliant when the topic at hand isn’t within his scope of interest. but when he’s really earnest about a particular subject, he makes sure to make it known, either with words or actions. or rather, a lack of words.
thus, you can’t help the tides of curiosity that wash over you upon watching him silently nitpick each apartment you two have viewed and hoped to call home. your first home together to be exact.
something is bothering him, bubbling underneath the surface with each shift of his eyes and the contempt twisted into his lips. subtle gestures that are accumulating and waiting to emerge.
“and here’s the kitchen! as you can see it’s quite roomy, with ample space for the both of you to cook in here together without feeling cramped. It’s fully stocked with…” your realtor continues to ramble on, voice drowning into a muffled dissonance. she goes on about the apartment—a small one-bedroom unit that contains all the facets you and osamu could want. in other words, it’s a strong contender for the title of home.
yet, all you can focus on is your fiancé.
osamu stands idly on the other side of the kitchen counter, a mask of pseudo-interest and a stiff smile stretching across his face. perhaps he has your realtor fooled, but not you. you’ve known and loved him long enough to memorize his mannerisms like the back of your hand. you see the way his stormy-grey eyes are clouded with indifference. the way his hands repetitively shift between clasping and unclasping—a habit he does when he’s restless.
and you yourself have a habit of worrying when he does just that.
“conveniently located next to the kitchen is the master bedroom, which is that door on the right,” the realtor explains, her voice bending into a curt yet friendly chuckle. “i remember you two specifically asking for them to be close.”
“we did! thanks for remembering,” you requite with a polite giggle of your own.
you watch as osamu silently disappears into the aforementioned bedroom, prompting you to follow after him. you find him rooted by the bedroom windows, the blinds drawn back to let him have a look outside as he falls into a maze of his thoughts. meanwhile, the harmonizing hues and tones of sunset drip in, cascading in ripples all around the room; around your fiancé, who looks especially ethereal under the veil of kaleidoscopic light.
you often ponder about how lucky you are to call him yours.
“ah, let me show you the—”
“would it be okay for us to take a look around by ourselves? just for a bit,” you inquire sheepishly, wanting to take this opportunity to finally talk to osamu. the realtor, albeit slightly taken aback, happily obliges, stepping away to let you two explore on your lonesome. but not before slipping in a brief enthusiastic pitch about how the bedroom is exactly as you two asked for.
“samu,” you step closer to him, slinking your arms around him in a back hug. he welcomes you fondly, habitually raising his arms up to let you press closer against him. your hands find refuge in his, fingers naturally intertwining like they’ve always been meant to be between his.
and you both know they are.
“you’ve been quiet this whole time. what’s on your mind?” you ask, dotting a chaste kiss on his back before resting your cheek on it.
“are you so in love with me that you notice every little thing about me?” he quips teasingly, pushing you to raise a knee to dig into his ass in response. the subsequent fluctuations of his laughter are enough to tame the flame of your worries, though you still wonder what’s weighing heavily on his mind.
as if he could read your thoughts, which you swear he could actually do given that he’s always in step to your tune, osamu raises your hand up to his lips to pepper gentle kisses before continuing, “sorry babe, I didn’t mean to be so distant. just got a lot on my mind.”
his voice is woven with faraway wistfulness, fogged with a raincloud of longing that you can’t quite see through.
“about what?”
he gestures to the view laid out before you, crooking your head from behind him to take a peek at what exactly he’s so fixated on. from where you two stand, you can clearly see the street unravelling below. quaint boutiques and local restaurants line the sidewalks, bustling with life as people percolate through them. the line of stores give way to a vast park, sprinkled with remnants of fall foliage and the recent embrace of winter snow.
dotted along the park are young families out on walks, basking in the last waning glow of sunset. a few children zip around in a game of tag, their father feigning his speed to let them scamper away in glee. other children eagerly welcome winter as they dive into ivory blankets of snow, persuading their parents to join them. A symphony of laughter and jovial squeals hangs in the air, permeating warmth despite the cold zephyr.
it is the epitome of an idealistic neighbourhood; an optimal location for any young couple to settle down. an optimal location for you and osamu.
“so…” you break the comforting silence, “am i supposed to stare out this window with you and figure out what’s bothering you on my own or are you gonna tell me?”
“you know just how to ruin a moment, don’t you?”
“shut up,” you whine in slight annoyance, though the way your voice flows into a light giggle begs to differ, “actually no, don’t shut up. tell me what’s on your mind.”
osamu swivels around to face you, his body molding perfectly against yours as his arms fold around you in a tender hold. his chest rises and falls in steady rhythms, starkly contrasting the way his heart is thundering. thundering as if it’s a herald to the blizzard of thoughts and emotions swirling inside him. you tighten your grip on him, reassuring him that you are always ready to brave the storm with him.
he gently dusts his lips against your forehead, lingering there for a moment before he speaks, “ever since we started apartment hunting, i’ve had this nagging feeling inside me. tellin’ me that there’s something missing.”
something missing?
“the whole time I was thinkin, how can that be? I already got everythin’ I could ever want right here in my arms,” his face smooths into one full of love, lips curled into a smug smirk as his once cloudy grey eyes now twinkle like iridescent raindrops after a downpour.
you roll your eyes, smacking his chest lightly to express your distaste for his cheekiness. though, the way you pull him closer tells him otherwise. a whisper of a chuckle blows past his lips, bringing his hands up, calloused from years of volleyball and culinary practice, to cradle the side of your face.
“and that’s when it hit me… while we were lookin’ out at the view. you saw it too, right? the parents and their little kids runnin’ around,” he continues, watching you nod in response. though, you can’t nod away the confusion carved on your face.
what is he getting at?
“rather than finding a home, i want to build one with you.”
his voice is gentle yet steady; saturated with fond softness, yet spoken with the weight of his heart’s yearnings.
“like from scratch? I love your ambition but I think that’s a little out of our budget,” you respond, tilting your head at him quizzically.
osamu pinches your cheek, groaning out a complaint, “i mean build figuratively. i don’t wanna find a place just for us to live in, i want a place where we could start our future together.”
your eyebrows furrow in contemplation as you try to piece the mosaic of his words together. start a future together? isn’t that what you two are already doing as you anticipate your upcoming wedding and first home? what else does starting a future together entail?
“the parents and their little kids runnin’ around.”
your thoughts play back like an old film; back to the picturesque scenes of earlier that seemed to be drawn straight out of a christmas movie. those parents were once like you and osamu, starry-eyed lovers who dreamt of the endless possibilities they could achieve together. once like you and osamu, young couples who sowed their dreams to plant a blossoming future that not only included them, but their children too.
“i want a home where we could build a future that doesn’t only include the two of us. i guess what i’m tryna say here is… i wanna start a—”
“family,” you finish for him.
osamu nods, face soft and anticipatory as he waits for what you have to say. you pull him close to lean your forehead against his, gazing into his eyes that you’ve looked into countless times before. starlit grey eyes that speak no lie or hesitance in what he’s asking of you. and you are quick to realize, neither did yours.
“let’s do it. let’s find a house we can start our own forever in,” you say softly, the chorus of children laughing with their parents reverberating off the apartment walls; the apartment that seems so distant from what you two want now. because now, you want walls—no, you want a home that reverberates with the laughter of your own children and your husband-to-be.
“okay but…” you start, piquing his curiosity. “you really said all of that when you could have just told me you wanted a house instead of an apartment.”
he grumbles, “you really know how to ruin a moment, don’t ya?”
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