Hi! Can i request Osamu with an s/o who frequently gets hit on even harassed in public? And she's quite paranoid about it. I've been hit on and even followed a few times so I'm very observant and paranoid when I go out.
this is the first time one of my stories got in-depth regarding the problems and concerns of women, and how different the world is for them. stay safe girls, never be afraid to ask the help of another person if you feel like you’re in danger!
osamu with an s/o who is used to getting hit on in public
“Hey, Samu. So I am on my way to the restaurant,” you tilted your head on your shoulder with your phone in between as your hands were currently preoccupied with digging through your sling bag, looking for your keys. “I will meet you there in twenty minutes and then we can go out and get lunch. See you, bye.”
Closing the door, you put your phone in your bag and made your way to the train station. You sat down, putting your bag on your lap, and looked out the window. At the corner of your eye was a young college boy, a little younger than you, maybe a freshman. He gave you a charming smile and moved to stand right next to you, one hand on the handles of the train and he slouched one leg.
“Hey,” you looked at him, “Is that you?” He gave you a curious smile. You’ve seen this pick up line before and internally rolled your eyes. You were used to it quite frankly. “Oh gosh, how long has it been? I haven’t seen you since Ana’s party.”
You only kept silent and just smiled at him, shaking your head slightly before going all the way. You put your hand on your head as if in thought, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know if you’ve heard but I was in a car accident three years ago,” the boy’s face paled, “and ever since the coma I had a really hard time remembering names and faces-”
“Oh god, no, no, no, I’m so sorry,” the boy sincerely apologized and sat down a seat away from you, “We don’t actually know each other, I thought it was a clever pick-up line, I’m so sorry you just looked so pretty. I shouldn’t have done that.” he looked worried.
You looked at him with a straight face before cracking a smile, “I’ve never been in a coma. That was a really bad pick up move.” The boy widened his eyes and stared at you in disbelief before joining you in laughter,
“You..” he charmingly laughed. Charming indeed but not as charming as Osamu’s.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m so used to it, gets kind of annoying.” You threw a sympathetic smile.
He shook his head, “You shouldn’t be, it’s sad that you are. I’ve definitely learned my lesson today.” he sighed and shrugged, “No more picking up any girls with cheesy lines.”
“Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it,” you smiled and lightly punched him on the shoulder, “You were a gentleman. When you saw red flags you immediately stopped and apologized. Not a lot of guys do that. You’re a great guy.”
He looked at you happily, “Thanks,” your stop had arrived and you stood up, “Wait,” he said, “Can I at least have your number?”
You gave him another pity smile, “Sorry, I have a boyfriend,” when you said that you saw the instant regret return to his face, to which you laughed, “You’ll find someone, don’t worry. Just try a little more your age. I’ll see you on this train again.” you waved goodbye and he nervously did the same.
You chuckled at the recent memory as you scanned your card at the gate. You thought about it more as you neared the restaurant; the boy was right, no one should be used to it. You pushed that thought aside as you skipped down the road and opened the sliding doors of the restaurant. Inside was Osamu who had been washing up dishes. He looked up at the sound of the door chime ringing and greeted you with a wave.
“I’m just finishing up the dishes here. The staff is already here to take over, sit on the counter,” he said.
You did as he told and put your bag on the table as you slid in the tall seats. You looked at Osamu curiously, wondering if he’d have any reaction to what happened twenty minutes earlier,
“So Samu,” he hummed as a way to tell you he was listening, “There was this guy who tried to hit on me on the train. Younger, college freshmen.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Seriously? What’d he do?”
“It was harmless, actually quite funny, I played around with him for a bit. He apologized once I said I knew what he was up to. Very nice boy, he even asked for my number.”
Osamu looked up from the sink, pausing from his work and raised his eyebrows, “I said I had you, don’t worry.” you assured.
He looked back down and continued on the dishes. As he squeezed the sponge he thought,
‘Has she always been hit on like that?’
‘How frequent was it for her to get used to it?’
‘Has it ever happened while I was around?’
He kept contemplating about these as he held your hand while you two walked down the main street.
You were humming along with whatever tune while his eyes were like a hawk’s, darting at each male individual who was in the vicinity. He only noticed after a while that when they had passed you two, boys would look at you in a suggestive manner, thinking that the man beside her didn’t see them.
Well he saw them all right.
He frowned at them and pulled you closer, transferring his arm from your hand to over your shoulder, glaring at them as he pulled you away. You noticed him frowning at his food as you held chopsticks in your mouth,
“Hey, you okay? If you want to talk to the chef again please don’t, it’s the reason we couldn’t go back to that other place.” you pouted.
He noticed your concern and quickly shook his head, “No, yeah it’s nothing…” he paused, “It’s just, are you really okay with all these guys staring at you?” you shook your head,
“No, I don’t really like it. At all, but what can you do about it?” she shrugged, “It’s a completely different world out there for women, not a lot of men get that. I mean it’s not just flirting, even the nice ones always treat you differently. They call you sweetheart, and darling, even though you don’t know them. Most men are really ignorant”
“Me! I’m men, and I get that and I’m not ignorant!” he raised his hand with a frown on his face, mouth full of food, looking like an angry toddler that almost made you laugh,
“I mean just today I already saw dozens of guys stare at you like you were some piece of meat. That’s not right at all. You’re my meat-- I’m sorry, heard it as soon as I said it, my bad.” he tilted his head in apology as you laughed.
“I can’t imagine what it’s like for other women out there.” he said, “I promise you I’ll make it better for at least you.”
And that is what he did. He always walked you home and when he couldn’t he would always ask his brother or friends if they could. You could walk home yourself but it was sweet that he cared. At the end of the day, he would always ask without fail how your day was, making sure that you were safe and not bothered by anyone.
