amidst the chaos of having friends over for dinner, osamu continuously reminds you of his love for you
wc: 633, fluff, post-ts, not proof read
osamu miya believes that good food should be shared, a philosophy he's followed for a while after opening onigiri miya. he follows it even when outside of the shop and his usual busy routine, cooking dishes in the small of your shared home when there are people over.
for the first time in months, there's a small gathering of osamu's old high school friends crowding the small dining area as they all speak about their growing careers. the soft sizzle of meats and stir fry echos in the kitchen as you hear your boyfriend hop into conversations now and then, mostly yelling at his brother for spreading false truths, trying to defend himself and spare any embarrassment. it's an awfully warm atmosphere, you think. maybe it's because of the alcohol or the way you've been smiling and laughing so much, but you can't seem to mind, especially once dishes start to be placed on the table.
you never really have gotten used to osamu's cooking, mouth still drooling even after being together for so long.
meats are already being stolen the moment it gets introduced, and mountains of rice are scarfed down in an instant and you get a glimpse at a gentle smile growing on kita's lips as the boys puff out steams of hot rice, instantly knowing it was his. you, on the other hand, have yet to start eating. you never do without osamu.
as he steps out of the kitchen, you can see osamu's face shrivel into a cringe as he walks over to his chair beside you, mumbling something under his breath about gluttons surrounding him before pressing a kiss to your temple and taking a seat.
neither of you bother with seeing how much time had passed. you're too drunk in hearing osamu's laughter while he's busy bickering with his brother, pointing his chopsticks at him as he shouts with mouthfuls to the point no one knows what either of them are saying. the food had been eaten a while ago and the side dishes are halfway from being empty.
you rest your head on the roster of your palm, grinning gently to yourself as you poke at the remaining bits of food on your plate. atsumu is off telling a story of his high school days in an attempt to tick off his twin more than he already has. osamu lets out an annoyed huff, chewing on his last clump of rice with more aggression than needed as he turns his head away, not wanting to engage anymore with the banter.
his eyes land on your frame and the way you poke at your plate and you look up, raising your brows as a soft smile stretches from the corner of your lips.
"'ya full ?"
"mhm."
"alright." without another word, osamu drags your plate closer to him with his chopsticks and eats any remaining bits left over, his attention back on atsumu as he hears suna let out a snicker. you gently push the ceramic plate closer to him with your finger, far too used to the routine of him taking whatever you couldn't finish, rolling your eyes as the twins share their own side of the story, trying to defend their image while breaking the others, a sly grin growing on both their lips.
there's a gentle poke under the table by the side of your calf from osamu, a quiet sign in asking if you were okay. you nudge him back, and he turns his head to see the same smile as before. the tense look on his face smooths out and he lets out a quiet sigh, a hand reaching out for you under the table as he squeezes it three times.
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