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Ask Me About It

Miya Osamu x F!Reader

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary:

When you realized that being close friends with the twins meant having girls treat you with hostility, you decided that you needed to come up with a strategy to survive.

And since the fan base wants to have a chance with the twins, why not make a profit out of it?

In exchange for services, you’d ‘matchmake’ them with the twin of their choice, slip in a good word, give them love advice, even tell them the twins’ likes and dislikes are. It’s pure business; they could either pay you with food, trinkets, offering to do your homework, or taking over cleaning duties.

When the twins find out, they come up with a revenge strategy that would be equivalent to what you did.

But when their plan worked too well, Osamu started to regret going through with it.

or

You 'pimp' out the twins in exchange for a peaceful school life. The Miya twins find out and decide to matchmake you with someone they know you would hate.

tags: childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining

AO3 link

Chapters:

One

Two

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So im back!!! :33 i will be proofreading chapter 3 one more time before uploading it, and I think it'll be good to go! ETA probably next week?

Thank you to everyone who has been waiting all this time!! I really hope I can see this fic to the end ❤️❤️

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when's the new chapter coming out?? i'm sorry for being impatient, but i just love the story so much 😭😭 (but please! take your time, don't forget to rest when you're working!! i hope you're doing well <33)

Thank you so much for your patience!! I'm so glad people are looking forward to future chapters but i cant lie i just got a job so I'm trying to sort out my priorities first! 😭😭 I'll come back soon, promise <333

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yesss!! chapter 3 snippet is a must <3 i’m so curious with the story!!!

chapter 3 snippet!! still a wip but trust I am coming back!!

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Wait Im coming back... Who want another snippet bc i kinda changed the story for chapter 3...

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THIS IS SO HARD

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Ask Me About It

Miya Osamu x F!Reader

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tags: Childhood friends to lovers, slow burn

Chapter Two: Leaving Crumbs

Summary:

Atsumu's last date didn't work out, but no worries! As the best friend you are, you've already prepared the next match for him. Unfortunately, you underestimated how good of a match your client and Atsumu would be together.

“Can ya believe she said that to me?!” Atsumu whines, burying his head in his hands on the desk. “She said I should try basketball instead? Over volleyball? Is she crazy?!” 

“Aw… the date didn’t go well?” You say, tone mocking sympathy. Of course, you already saw this coming; you’ve heard her say the same words to her group of friends. You don’t understand why she doesn’t just go for someone on the basketball team.

“Ya said Mari-chan’s yer friend,” The blonde twin says, slightly muffled by his arms. “How’d ya not tell me this?”

“Just didn’t know she was that type of person.” You look away then, the same way you always do when you lie.

“Ya didn’t seem surprised, though,” Osamu adds, from across you.

You almost jumped at his words; you can feel the intensity of his gaze even without making eye contact. Or maybe that’s just your conscience finally creeping in. You just clear your throat, trying to talk the pouty Atsumu up again.

“Don’t worry about her, I’ve got another friend I think ya will like.” You immediately try to slip in another one of your clients, “She’s sweet, and she thinks yer cute even with drool all over yer face, I showed a picture to her.”

“Why would ya show a picture of that?” Suna grimaces, disgusted at the thought of it.

You turn to him to shush him, holding a brand-new pen to your lips— it panda prints all over it; it even has a panda charm attached to its head. Suna nods in understanding.

“What’s the point? Every time I go on these dates, they’re never actually interested in me anyway.” His hand reaches out to the plastic bag sitting in front of you, which Osamu shoved away for doing so.

“The hell? What’re ya acting like that for?” Atsumu winces, his hand retreating back to himself.

“They’re hers, dumbass.” 

“Ya bought a lot, there’s no way she can finish them all anyway,” Atsumu scoffs, watching you take a bite of a wafer.

“Bold of ya to assume that,” Suna chimes in, having been the witness of you finishing the contents no matter the amount, even sneaking bites in class.

“Come on, ‘Tsumu? Do it for me?” You plead, “And she’s very cute.” You open your phone, showing a picture of a girl with short, wavy hair throwing peace signs to the camera. Atsumu’s eyes linger on your phone for a second, inspecting her appearance, and looks at your smiling face again. He sighs before lifting his head up completely.

“Fine, whatever,” 

“Great! I’ll tell her to contact ya later,” you internally cheer, grabbing a pen and opening your notebook, crossing another name on your list. The list keeps getting longer, but with the number of failed dates behind Atsumu, you’re sure you can clear it in no time.

“Potari… or… that oolong tea…” You lean against the vending machine, acting as if you can’t decide between the two when you’re already sure what you want.

“Ain’t Potari yer usual?” Osamu asks, standing behind you. You asked him to come along to accompany you, when in reality, you’re putting him into position.

“Exactly, should I get my usual… or try something new…?” Your finger already itches to insert your money and press the button, but you haven’t gotten a signal from your client yet.

As if on cue, your phone buzzes, you read the notification before turning to look around, checking over Osamu’s shoulders. He copies your actions, not even knowing what he’s looking for.

“Actually, could ya be the one to decide? Just go ahead and press the button for me,” You say, pushing his body towards the vending machine and slipping cash into his hands. You trust he knows what you actually want anyway.

Osamu cranes his neck to watch you take position behind him, leaving a few feet away as you smile at him. Your hands gesturing for him to press a button. As confused as he is, he still listens to you, turning back around to insert your money and pressing a button. A thud could be heard shortly after as the bottle fell into the pick-up box.

Before Osamu got to lean down and retrieve the bottle, his feet stumbled as a force ran into him from behind. 

Thinking it was just you messing around, he calls out your name, grabbing ‘your’ hand as he did so. But you’re still standing a considerable distance from him with your arms crossed. And the hand he’s holding…

“Ah, sorry,” He lets go immediately, eyes not looking away from you.

“Uh… Osamu-kun, I think I’m the one who’s supposed to apologize. I bumped into you…?” She trails off, eyes following his gaze. Her face sours the moment she realises who he’s focusing on.

She mumbles an apology, barely coherent, but Osamu doesn’t really care about that. He’s wondering how somebody can bump into him from the direction you have been standing at, yet you did not move an inch or even warn him about her.

“They were right, what a waste.” You hear her mumble as she bumps her shoulder against yours, a bit too harsh to be accidental. You hold onto your shoulder, watching her back as she stomps away.

That’s odd, you think. You’ve received harsh treatments, but that was before. You’ve never gotten them again ever since you started offering services. You’re watching dumbstruck as she goes to her group of friends, and instead of the usual smile you’d see on your clients after an encounter with a Miya, you see a frown and a glare directed at you.

“She didn’t apologize?” Osamu asks, an irritated scoff leaving his lips, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“She did, though.” You turn back to him, walking to retrieve the drink from the dispenser of the vending machine.

“To me, I heard. She didn’t apologize to you.”

“Hmm…” You just hum in response. Usually, you’d defend your clients, making up some sort of excuse for them. But nothing comes to mind with this one.

You crouch down, picking up the bottle from the pick-up box. Your hand wraps around the Potari bottle.

“Ya got the right one.” You smile, standing back up.

“I know.” He replies smugly, a sense of pride spreads in his chest as he stares at your smile.

You start your walk back to class with Osamu right beside you. But there’s one thing he can’t shake: if you were standing there the whole time, why didn’t you tell him, or even her, to watch out?

“‘Samu!” Atsumu slams the door to his room with a giddy grin on his face, “Oh, (y/n) is here, too. Perfect!”

He rushes to stand in front of your sitting forms, you groan as you try to look past his legs to keep up your combos in order to beat Osamu’s character in the game.

“Do ya have to stand there?” Osamu complains, tilting his head until he can see the screen.

“The friend ya introduced me to, Risa-chan—” He starts, puffing his chest out.

“Don’t like her? Don’t worry, I’ve got another—” You interrupt, fingers still mashing buttons on your controller.

“Naw, I’m actually into her!”

“What?” Your head snaps upward to look at him with wide eyes.

Osamu breathes out a sharp ‘yes!’ as the screen plays a cutscene of Osamu’s character performing a finishing animation on your character, the words ‘Player 1 Wins!’ are displayed shortly after.

“Are—are ya sure?” You ask, your jaw hanging open.

Atsumu finally sits down, so you won’t have to hurt your neck looking up. “Yeah, yer right! She’s super sweet— shy at first, but turned out to be so much fun — why do ya look like that?”

You’re smiling— at least trying to smile, even though the corner of your lips keeps forming a grimace. Your eyes are as big as saucers, but you can’t stop them from blinking more than usual.

“Like what?” You cough, clearing your throat to disguise the crack in your voice.

“Like somebody’s holdin’ a gun to yer head,” Atsumu narrows his eyes at you, “Aren’t ya supposed to be happy? That’s yer friend.”

“I am happy! Uh, congratulations, ‘Tsumu.” You clap your damp hands together, barely making any noise as they make contact. You fumble to your feet to avoid their gaze.

“I’m gonna get a drink, be right back!” You rush out of the room, cringing at how fake your enthusiasm sounded. 

“Her drink’s over here, though…” Osamu mentions, staring at the mug that the Miya household saves for you.

You leaned your back on the door as you closed it, holding your face in your hands. You’re happy your friend has finally gotten a good dating experience, but at the same time, what about your clients?

If you remember correctly, there’s still about a handful of names requesting Atsumu— not necessarily asking for a date, but still trying to pursue him romantically. What are you even supposed to do with them? What are you supposed to say?

‘I should’ve made sure this wouldn’t happen. Should I never have let him meet her? Tsumu looks genuinely happy though… Shittttshitshitshit.’

Your hands come up to ruffle your hair as your thoughts jumble together. In an attempt to calm yourself down and sort out your thoughts, you pace back and forth in the hallway in front of the room.

“(y/n)?” Osamu opens the door suddenly, making you yelp out in surprise.

“Ya scared me.” You hold onto your racing heart, beating far too fast for your liking.

“Wasn’t tryin’ to… Are ya okay?” He casts a glance at your disheveled hair, closing the door behind him. “Ya have been actin’ weird since… Tsumu announced that.”

There was a pregnant pause. He watches your teeth bite down on your lip, your eyes refuse to meet his. His heart drops as he concludes a possible answer.

“Wait, are ya…” he trails off, increasing your heart rate by the second. You gulp, admission sitting on the tip of your tongue. This is it.

“So ya knew—” 

“Into Tsumu?”

“What?” you both exclaim in unison.

You pause, finally meeting his eyes as you frown in disbelief.

Osamu stares back in confusion, not believing what he just heard.

“No, ew. What? Why would ya even think that?” You shake your head, nose wrinkling at the thought. Osamu doesn’t know why his heart jumped at your admission.

“‘Cause ya started actin’ weird after he told us he’s into yer friend.” He states, his tone rising at the end into a question. 

“I’ve been setting up dates for him. I wouldn’t do that if I were into him.”

“Yer right…” Osamu hums, nodding in agreement. “Wait— then what do ya mean I ‘knew’? What’s that about?”

You jerk backwards, rubbing the back of your neck. He can’t help but notice how you seem to be trying to shrink yourself. You seemed so sure when you denied your feelings for Atsumu, where did that go?

“It’s nothing.” You shake your head, avoiding eye contact yet again.

“Yer really bad at lying.” Osamu pushes, but if your problem really is with his brother… he understands how you must feel. “Just remember, we’re friends. If ya got any problem, just say it. I’ll— we will help ya.”

“Yes, of course I’ll tell ya.” A straight-faced lie. You know they’d help. You trust them with your whole life. But you also know that you have never been the type to ask for help. 

Osamu has been paying close attention to you ever since what happened. He notices the weird, forced smile on your face whenever Risa comes to eat lunch with them. He notices how your hand constantly wipes itself on your skirt at school. He notices how you would look behind you as if somebody would suddenly pop out.

He also started noticing how many girls would come up to you in a day with a scornful expression. How you always distance yourself the moment certain girls come into view.

He also notices the fact that you always bring that heavily decorated notebook with you whenever they show up.

You always look nervous when they approach you, frantically flipping through the pages of your notebook. Though he noticed that you seem to have grown weary, the nervous smile that usually adorns your face when talking to the girls has stopped; it has been replaced by an annoyed frown.

He could never be close enough to listen in, but he wonders if they have any connection to your reaction to Atsumu’s news a couple weeks ago.

“Rin-chan… What do I do?” You lay your head flat on the open notebook, your dominant hand holding onto the pen you used to cross out names.

“Are ya not gonna try to break them up?” Suna whispers next to you, eyes still focused on the whiteboard.

“I’m not evil… I still like to see my friend happy, and Tsumu really likes Risa-chan. After all those dates I put him through, I can’t do that…” You mumble, doodling random circles on the paper next to your head.

“Maybe it’s Samu’s turn; don’t get why he hasn’t had many requests lately. Samu’s more reliable, dependable, and he’s about 0.2 centimetres taller than Tsumu— I measured them.” You continue to ramble under your breath, “Samu would be a good boyfriend, too… Samu can cook… I don’t get why everybody keeps requesting Tsumu.”

Your words had caught Suna’s attention. He watches your tired expression, how you had definitely not mean it to sound that way. He listens to your continued rambling. You keep on listing the reasons why you think your childhood friend would make a good boyfriend. He watches how your eyes soften, how a small smile begins to form on your lips as you continue the list.

“So why can’t these girls stop asking me to get them a date with Tsumu?” Your smile disappeared as soon as it appeared— replaced by a frown, your eyes narrowed as you pressed your pen on the names of the hard-headed girls who keep chasing Atsumu, even with his new girlfriend next to him. “It’s not like they care about which twin it is; it’s the popularity they want. So why not just make it easier for me and ask for Samu instead?”

But Suna knows you only think Osamu would be a good boyfriend because you think he treats everyone the same way, but the truth is, he only does certain things when you’re around. You don’t know how he acts when you’re not around. 

You don’t know how he would buy your favorite snacks ‘just because he thought of you.’ You don’t know how he would ask about you whenever he walks by your class. You don’t know that he would talk to the volleyball team about the times he made you laugh. You don’t know how seriously he takes your advice, especially regarding his appearance. You don’t know how he melts for you.

But that’s not even it. Suna thinks back to the moment he found out you were the ‘matchmaker’ every girl was talking about, back when he only knew you as a seatmate. He didn’t even hear it from you. 

He just happened to hear it, during the one time you weren’t sitting in your seat, when the rumor was still fresh and vague. Two girls came looking for you, and when one of them mentioned Osamu, the other girl shut the idea down immediately. He still remembers the sentence she had said.

“Miya Osamu won’t even look yer way if yer not (y/n). Ya have less chance with him than with his twin.”

“She made me this.” Atsumu shoves the beautifully packed bento box in front of your faces. You, Osamu, and Suna all drool at the sight of it.

“Can I take a pic? Risa-chan’s amazing!” You pull out your phone, snapping your camera at every angle.

“Of course, of course,” Atsumu says with his chin held high, a smug smirk adorning his features.

Osamu’s hands enter your camera, which both you and Atsumu slap away. You because you want to take a good picture, Atsumu because it’s from his girl.

“Why’re ya not eating with her, then?” Suna asks.

“She told me to eat with ya guys today, said I can share.” Atsumu shrugs.

Once you’ve stopped taking pictures, Atsumu puts the bento box back on the desk. He picks up a sandwich, gesturing for everyone else to do the same. You hesitantly fish it out of the box, afraid to disturb the lettuce sitting around them.

Once everyone has held their own rice box, Atsumu cheers.

“To Risa-chan!” he exclaims.

“To Risa-chan!” The three of you repeat.

All of you take a first bite in unison, excited to have a taste. You chew excitedly at first, jaw slowing down after you’ve had the first taste. You check everybody else’s reactions to make sure you’re not crazy, and sure enough, everybody’s smiles drop except Atsumu’s. They stare at the bento box in wonder.

“Tsumu…” Osamu starts, mouth still full of food he can’t bear to chew anymore.

“Ain’t she great at decorating!” Atsumu grins, continuing to eat the sandwich despite the unbearable taste.

Osamu watches your face contort in disgust, on the verge of gagging. He hands you a paper towel for you to spit out, followed by him and Suna doing the same.

The door to the classroom opens, and a group of girls — whom you recognize as your clients — waving their hands to you, catches your eye. They have nasty scowls on their faces and you already know why.

You let out a deep sigh. Osamu notices your sour mood, turning his head to look at what might be causing it. It’s the same group of girls that has been visiting you every day. Osamu doesn’t know them, but the way they’re looking at you is enough to sour his own mood.

Before Osamu could say anything, you got up to meet them, muttering a ‘be right back’ to the table.

As soon as you reach the corridor, you close the classroom door — you might’ve slammed it a bit from the built-up frustration, but you don’t care.

“I already told ya guys, I’m cutting the service off. I already refunded those who have paid, what more do ya want?” You ask, voice laced with irritation.

“We want a chance with Atsumu-kun.” The group of girls in front of you hold their stance firmly.

“And like I said, ya don’t got a chance anymore. He’s got someone already.”

“The deal—”

“The deal’s off. He’s found a match, and I’m not about to change that.” You keep pushing until their feet step out of the door. “Do not come to me anymore. Make yer own effort.” You spit, your voice full of disdain.

“Risa-chan actually made an effort. She uses my advice. She didn’t ignore what I said like ya guys— and how many times do I have to say this?” You breathe in, rubbing your nose.

“If he doesn’t like you, it is not my fault.” You lock your eyes with the girl you recognize as one of the girls Atsumu turned down in middle school. “You know that better than anyone, don’t ya?”

The girl’s face flushes, the color red creeps across her cheeks and ears. She grinds her teeth down, contempt apparent across her face. She turns away, then grabs her friends away with her.

You know that will create a new problem, but as long as they move out of the way of you and your friends, you decide to put it off, at least for now.

Osamu removes his back from the door he was leaning on, going back to his seat before you realize he was eavesdropping. That was the final piece he needed to finish the puzzle.

“We’re here!” Atsumu yells as he barges into your room giddily, catching you by surprise. Osamu follows, wearing the same cheeky smirk as his brother.

“How many times do I have to tell ya to knock!” You yell back, you pull back when you see that expression on their faces, “Why d’ya have that look on yer faces?”

You’ve known them long enough to be able to know that that’s the kind of face they have right before dropping a bomb on you. It never fails to make you feel uneasy.

Atsumu stares at his brother, who’s leaning against your desk with a mischievous look that stares back at him. Osamu nods, gesturing for him to start the plan they have discussed about.

“You know, I realize that ya actually helped us a lot in meeting so many people— not to mention setting me up with Risa-chan, never thanked ya for that.” 

You tense up, feeling a pinch of guilt creep up your spine at the mention of your ‘service’, even though you think there’s no way for them to know about it. And sure, Risa and Tsumu are actually a success, you’re happy for them now, but that doesn’t erase the fact that you were waiting for something to go wrong so you can go back to receiving payment from your other clients. “Well, you’re my friend…”

“Exactly, we noticed that it feels like ya have been helping us more than we’ve helped ya.” Osamu agrees, ready to deliver the final blow. “So we thought… isn’t it time for ya to meet yer match, too? 

“Uh… no thanks, I’m fine—”

“None of that,” The twins approach your spot on the bed, Atsumu pats— slaps your back as he lets out a loud laugh, Osamu grips your shoulder firmly to prevent you from moving away. “Isn’t it only natural for us to want to pay back the kindness of our dear friend?”

“Well—” You frantically look between the two, meeting unwavering smirks that seem to resemble the devils on both sides. 

“Just let us return the favor. Right, Tsumu?”

“Mhm, and don’t worry,”

“We’ve got just the guy for ya.”

note: sorry it took so long!!!! the original file including the outline got deleted and I had to rewrite everything... like before, tell me your thoughts if you'd like!!

Taglist: @jupeyily @andysdrafts @completelyjae @orbitingpolaris @starstrikeer

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yall i edited it okay... its only the last part, just changed it so they didn't explicitly confront reader so reader is still clueless about the fact that they had sniffed her out. IM SORRYYY that I had changed it so long after it was posted 😭 I'll brb with the next chapter as fast as I can

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YALL WAITTT 😭😭😭😭 YOU GUYS ARE GONNA HATE MEEE OMFGGGG BUT I WANNA EDIT SOME SCENES IN THE SECOND CHAPTER because i was telling a friend about the lore and i realized theres a better way to handle them

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okay snippet just to let everyone know it will come... don't worry... just one more week of finals

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i think this chapter is so hard to write bc I keep trying to replicate what I had written on the missing draft instead of just writing it from heart like I usually do... 💔💔💔💔

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Will be continuing writing tonight if i can stay awake!!

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hi! loving your AMAI series so far!! looking forward to what’s in store for our lead now that the twins know what she’s been up to 🤭

Omg i actually would love to give a snippet but I'm not even done with the first scene... I'll continue it after I'm done with this week's exams!

AND THANK YOUUU stay tuned because i actually have so many things planned..

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OHSAIDJIWJIDJSK I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED A DRAFT IF U SAW IT NO U DIDNT

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Ask Me About It

Miya Osamu x F!Reader

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tags: Childhood friends to lovers, slow burn

Chapter Two: Leaving Crumbs

Summary:

Atsumu's last date didn't work out, but no worries! As the best friend you are, you've already prepared the next match for him. Unfortunately, you underestimated how good of a match your client and Atsumu would be together.

“Can ya believe she said that to me?!” Atsumu whines, burying his head in his hands on the desk. “She said I should try basketball instead? Over volleyball? Is she crazy?!” 

“Aw… the date didn’t go well?” You say, tone mocking sympathy. Of course, you already saw this coming; you’ve heard her say the same words to her group of friends. You don’t understand why she doesn’t just go for someone on the basketball team.

“Ya said Mari-chan’s yer friend,” The blonde twin says, slightly muffled by his arms. “How’d ya not tell me this?”

“Just didn’t know she was that type of person.” You look away then, the same way you always do when you lie.

“Ya didn’t seem surprised, though,” Osamu adds, from across you.

You almost jumped at his words; you can feel the intensity of his gaze even without making eye contact. Or maybe that’s just your conscience finally creeping in. You just clear your throat, trying to talk the pouty Atsumu up again.

“Don’t worry about her, I’ve got another friend I think ya will like.” You immediately try to slip in another one of your clients, “She’s sweet, and she thinks yer cute even with drool all over yer face, I showed a picture to her.”

“Why would ya show a picture of that?” Suna grimaces, disgusted at the thought of it.

You turn to him to shush him, holding a brand-new pen to your lips— it panda prints all over it; it even has a panda charm attached to its head. Suna nods in understanding.

“What’s the point? Every time I go on these dates, they’re never actually interested in me anyway.” His hand reaches out to the plastic bag sitting in front of you, which Osamu shoved away for doing so.

“The hell? What’re ya acting like that for?” Atsumu winces, his hand retreating back to himself.

“They’re hers, dumbass.” 

“Ya bought a lot, there’s no way she can finish them all anyway,” Atsumu scoffs, watching you take a bite of a wafer.

“Bold of ya to assume that,” Suna chimes in, having been the witness of you finishing the contents no matter the amount, even sneaking bites in class.

“Come on, ‘Tsumu? Do it for me?” You plead, “And she’s very cute.” You open your phone, showing a picture of a girl with short, wavy hair throwing peace signs to the camera. Atsumu’s eyes linger on your phone for a second, inspecting her appearance, and looks at your smiling face again. He sighs before lifting his head up completely.

“Fine, whatever,” 

“Great! I’ll tell her to contact ya later,” you internally cheer, grabbing a pen and opening your notebook, crossing another name on your list. The list keeps getting longer, but with the number of failed dates behind Atsumu, you’re sure you can clear it in no time.

“Potari… or… that oolong tea…” You lean against the vending machine, acting as if you can’t decide between the two when you’re already sure what you want.

“Ain’t Potari yer usual?” Osamu asks, standing behind you. You asked him to come along to accompany you, when in reality, you’re putting him into position.

“Exactly, should I get my usual… or try something new…?” Your finger already itches to insert your money and press the button, but you haven’t gotten a signal from your client yet.

As if on cue, your phone buzzes, you read the notification before turning to look around, checking over Osamu’s shoulders. He copies your actions, not even knowing what he’s looking for.

“Actually, could ya be the one to decide? Just go ahead and press the button for me,” You say, pushing his body towards the vending machine and slipping cash into his hands. You trust he knows what you actually want anyway.

Osamu cranes his neck to watch you take position behind him, leaving a few feet away as you smile at him. Your hands gesturing for him to press a button. As confused as he is, he still listens to you, turning back around to insert your money and pressing a button. A thud could be heard shortly after as the bottle fell into the pick-up box.

Before Osamu got to lean down and retrieve the bottle, his feet stumbled as a force ran into him from behind. 

Thinking it was just you messing around, he calls out your name, grabbing ‘your’ hand as he did so. But you’re still standing a considerable distance from him with your arms crossed. And the hand he’s holding…

“Ah, sorry,” He lets go immediately, eyes not looking away from you.

“Uh… Osamu-kun, I think I’m the one who’s supposed to apologize. I bumped into you…?” She trails off, eyes following his gaze. Her face sours the moment she realises who he’s focusing on.

She mumbles an apology, barely coherent, but Osamu doesn’t really care about that. He’s wondering how somebody can bump into him from the direction you have been standing at, yet you did not move an inch or even warn him about her.

“They were right, what a waste.” You hear her mumble as she bumps her shoulder against yours, a bit too harsh to be accidental. You hold onto your shoulder, watching her back as she stomps away.

That’s odd, you think. You’ve received harsh treatments, but that was before. You’ve never gotten them again ever since you started offering services. You’re watching dumbstruck as she goes to her group of friends, and instead of the usual smile you’d see on your clients after an encounter with a Miya, you see a frown and a glare directed at you.

“She didn’t apologize?” Osamu asks, an irritated scoff leaving his lips, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“She did, though.” You turn back to him, walking to retrieve the drink from the dispenser of the vending machine.

“To me, I heard. She didn’t apologize to you.”

“Hmm…” You just hum in response. Usually, you’d defend your clients, making up some sort of excuse for them. But nothing comes to mind with this one.

You crouch down, picking up the bottle from the pick-up box. Your hand wraps around the Potari bottle.

“Ya got the right one.” You smile, standing back up.

“I know.” He replies smugly, a sense of pride spreads in his chest as he stares at your smile.

You start your walk back to class with Osamu right beside you. But there’s one thing he can’t shake: if you were standing there the whole time, why didn’t you tell him, or even her, to watch out?

“‘Samu!” Atsumu slams the door to his room with a giddy grin on his face, “Oh, (y/n) is here, too. Perfect!”

He rushes to stand in front of your sitting forms, you groan as you try to look past his legs to keep up your combos in order to beat Osamu’s character in the game.

“Do ya have to stand there?” Osamu complains, tilting his head until he can see the screen.

“The friend ya introduced me to, Risa-chan—” He starts, puffing his chest out.

“Don’t like her? Don’t worry, I’ve got another—” You interrupt, fingers still mashing buttons on your controller.

“Naw, I’m actually into her!”

“What?” Your head snaps upward to look at him with wide eyes.

Osamu breathes out a sharp ‘yes!’ as the screen plays a cutscene of Osamu’s character performing a finishing animation on your character, the words ‘Player 1 Wins!’ are displayed shortly after.

“Are—are ya sure?” You ask, your jaw hanging open.

Atsumu finally sits down, so you won’t have to hurt your neck looking up. “Yeah, yer right! She’s super sweet— shy at first, but turned out to be so much fun — why do ya look like that?”

You’re smiling— at least trying to smile, even though the corner of your lips keeps forming a grimace. Your eyes are as big as saucers, but you can’t stop them from blinking more than usual.

“Like what?” You cough, clearing your throat to disguise the crack in your voice.

“Like somebody’s holdin’ a gun to yer head,” Atsumu narrows his eyes at you, “Aren’t ya supposed to be happy? That’s yer friend.”

“I am happy! Uh, congratulations, ‘Tsumu.” You clap your damp hands together, barely making any noise as they make contact. You fumble to your feet to avoid their gaze.

“I’m gonna get a drink, be right back!” You rush out of the room, cringing at how fake your enthusiasm sounded. 

“Her drink’s over here, though…” Osamu mentions, staring at the mug that the Miya household saves for you.

You leaned your back on the door as you closed it, holding your face in your hands. You’re happy your friend has finally gotten a good dating experience, but at the same time, what about your clients?

If you remember correctly, there’s still about a handful of names requesting Atsumu— not necessarily asking for a date, but still trying to pursue him romantically. What are you even supposed to do with them? What are you supposed to say?

‘I should’ve made sure this wouldn’t happen. Should I never have let him meet her? Tsumu looks genuinely happy though… Shittttshitshitshit.’

Your hands come up to ruffle your hair as your thoughts jumble together. In an attempt to calm yourself down and sort out your thoughts, you pace back and forth in the hallway in front of the room.

“(y/n)?” Osamu opens the door suddenly, making you yelp out in surprise.

“Ya scared me.” You hold onto your racing heart, beating far too fast for your liking.

“Wasn’t tryin’ to… Are ya okay?” He casts a glance at your disheveled hair, closing the door behind him. “Ya have been actin’ weird since… Tsumu announced that.”

There was a pregnant pause. He watches your teeth bite down on your lip, your eyes refuse to meet his. His heart drops as he concludes a possible answer.

“Wait, are ya…” he trails off, increasing your heart rate by the second. You gulp, admission sitting on the tip of your tongue. This is it.

“So ya knew—” 

“Into Tsumu?”

“What?” you both exclaim in unison.

You pause, finally meeting his eyes as you frown in disbelief.

Osamu stares back in confusion, not believing what he just heard.

“No, ew. What? Why would ya even think that?” You shake your head, nose wrinkling at the thought. Osamu doesn’t know why his heart jumped at your admission.

“‘Cause ya started actin’ weird after he told us he’s into yer friend.” He states, his tone rising at the end into a question. 

“I’ve been setting up dates for him. I wouldn’t do that if I were into him.”

“Yer right…” Osamu hums, nodding in agreement. “Wait— then what do ya mean I ‘knew’? What’s that about?”

You jerk backwards, rubbing the back of your neck. He can’t help but notice how you seem to be trying to shrink yourself. You seemed so sure when you denied your feelings for Atsumu, where did that go?

“It’s nothing.” You shake your head, avoiding eye contact yet again.

“Yer really bad at lying.” Osamu pushes, but if your problem really is with his brother… he understands how you must feel. “Just remember, we’re friends. If ya got any problem, just say it. I’ll— we will help ya.”

“Yes, of course I’ll tell ya.” A straight-faced lie. You know they’d help. You trust them with your whole life. But you also know that you have never been the type to ask for help. 

Osamu has been paying close attention to you ever since what happened. He notices the weird, forced smile on your face whenever Risa comes to eat lunch with them. He notices how your hand constantly wipes itself on your skirt at school. He notices how you would look behind you as if somebody would suddenly pop out.

He also started noticing how many girls would come up to you in a day with a scornful expression. How you always distance yourself the moment certain girls come into view.

He also notices the fact that you always bring that heavily decorated notebook with you whenever they show up.

You always look nervous when they approach you, frantically flipping through the pages of your notebook. Though he noticed that you seem to have grown weary, the nervous smile that usually adorns your face when talking to the girls has stopped; it has been replaced by an annoyed frown.

He could never be close enough to listen in, but he wonders if they have any connection to your reaction to Atsumu’s news a couple weeks ago.

“Rin-chan… What do I do?” You lay your head flat on the open notebook, your dominant hand holding onto the pen you used to cross out names.

“Are ya not gonna try to break them up?” Suna whispers next to you, eyes still focused on the whiteboard.

“I’m not evil… I still like to see my friend happy, and Tsumu really likes Risa-chan. After all those dates I put him through, I can’t do that…” You mumble, doodling random circles on the paper next to your head.

“Maybe it’s Samu’s turn; don’t get why he hasn’t had many requests lately. Samu’s more reliable, dependable, and he’s about 0.2 centimetres taller than Tsumu— I measured them.” You continue to ramble under your breath, “Samu would be a good boyfriend, too… Samu can cook… I don’t get why everybody keeps requesting Tsumu.”

Your words had caught Suna’s attention. He watches your tired expression, how you had definitely not mean it to sound that way. He listens to your continued rambling. You keep on listing the reasons why you think your childhood friend would make a good boyfriend. He watches how your eyes soften, how a small smile begins to form on your lips as you continue the list.

“So why can’t these girls stop asking me to get them a date with Tsumu?” Your smile disappeared as soon as it appeared— replaced by a frown, your eyes narrowed as you pressed your pen on the names of the hard-headed girls who keep chasing Atsumu, even with his new girlfriend next to him. “It’s not like they care about which twin it is; it’s the popularity they want. So why not just make it easier for me and ask for Samu instead?”

But Suna knows you only think Osamu would be a good boyfriend because you think he treats everyone the same way, but the truth is, he only does certain things when you’re around. You don’t know how he acts when you’re not around. 

You don’t know how he would buy your favorite snacks ‘just because he thought of you.’ You don’t know how he would ask about you whenever he walks by your class. You don’t know that he would talk to the volleyball team about the times he made you laugh. You don’t know how seriously he takes your advice, especially regarding his appearance. You don’t know how he melts for you.

But that’s not even it. Suna thinks back to the moment he found out you were the ‘matchmaker’ every girl was talking about, back when he only knew you as a seatmate. He didn’t even hear it from you. 

He just happened to hear it, during the one time you weren’t sitting in your seat, when the rumor was still fresh and vague. Two girls came looking for you, and when one of them mentioned Osamu, the other girl shut the idea down immediately. He still remembers the sentence she had said.

“Miya Osamu won’t even look yer way if yer not (y/n). Ya have less chance with him than with his twin.”

“She made me this.” Atsumu shoves the beautifully packed bento box in front of your faces. You, Osamu, and Suna all drool at the sight of it.

“Can I take a pic? Risa-chan’s amazing!” You pull out your phone, snapping your camera at every angle.

“Of course, of course,” Atsumu says with his chin held high, a smug smirk adorning his features.

Osamu’s hands enter your camera, which both you and Atsumu slap away. You because you want to take a good picture, Atsumu because it’s from his girl.

“Why’re ya not eating with her, then?” Suna asks.

“She told me to eat with ya guys today, said I can share.” Atsumu shrugs.

Once you’ve stopped taking pictures, Atsumu puts the bento box back on the desk. He picks up a sandwich, gesturing for everyone else to do the same. You hesitantly fish it out of the box, afraid to disturb the lettuce sitting around them.

Once everyone has held their own rice box, Atsumu cheers.

“To Risa-chan!” he exclaims.

“To Risa-chan!” The three of you repeat.

All of you take a first bite in unison, excited to have a taste. You chew excitedly at first, jaw slowing down after you’ve had the first taste. You check everybody else’s reactions to make sure you’re not crazy, and sure enough, everybody’s smiles drop except Atsumu’s. They stare at the bento box in wonder.

“Tsumu…” Osamu starts, mouth still full of food he can’t bear to chew anymore.

“Ain’t she great at decorating!” Atsumu grins, continuing to eat the sandwich despite the unbearable taste.

Osamu watches your face contort in disgust, on the verge of gagging. He hands you a paper towel for you to spit out, followed by him and Suna doing the same.

The door to the classroom opens, and a group of girls — whom you recognize as your clients — waving their hands to you, catches your eye. They have nasty scowls on their faces and you already know why.

You let out a deep sigh. Osamu notices your sour mood, turning his head to look at what might be causing it. It’s the same group of girls that has been visiting you every day. Osamu doesn’t know them, but the way they’re looking at you is enough to sour his own mood.

Before Osamu could say anything, you got up to meet them, muttering a ‘be right back’ to the table.

As soon as you reach the corridor, you close the classroom door — you might’ve slammed it a bit from the built-up frustration, but you don’t care.

“I already told ya guys, I’m cutting the service off. I already refunded those who have paid, what more do ya want?” You ask, voice laced with irritation.

“We want a chance with Atsumu-kun.” The group of girls in front of you hold their stance firmly.

“And like I said, ya don’t got a chance anymore. He’s got someone already.”

“The deal—”

“The deal’s off. He’s found a match, and I’m not about to change that.” You keep pushing until their feet step out of the door. “Do not come to me anymore. Make yer own effort.” You spit, your voice full of disdain.

“Risa-chan actually made an effort. She uses my advice. She didn’t ignore what I said like ya guys— and how many times do I have to say this?” You breathe in, rubbing your nose.

“If he doesn’t like you, it is not my fault.” You lock your eyes with the girl you recognize as one of the girls Atsumu turned down in middle school. “You know that better than anyone, don’t ya?”

The girl’s face flushes, the color red creeps across her cheeks and ears. She grinds her teeth down, contempt apparent across her face. She turns away, then grabs her friends away with her.

You know that will create a new problem, but as long as they move out of the way of you and your friends, you decide to put it off, at least for now.

Osamu removes his back from the door he was leaning on, going back to his seat before you realize he was eavesdropping. That was the final piece he needed to finish the puzzle.

“We’re here!” Atsumu yells as he barges into your room giddily, catching you by surprise. Osamu follows, wearing the same cheeky smirk as his brother.

“How many times do I have to tell ya to knock!” You yell back, you pull back when you see that expression on their faces, “Why d’ya have that look on yer faces?”

You’ve known them long enough to be able to know that that’s the kind of face they have right before dropping a bomb on you. It never fails to make you feel uneasy.

Atsumu stares at his brother, who’s leaning against your desk with a mischievous look that stares back at him. Osamu nods, gesturing for him to start the plan they have discussed about.

“You know, I realize that ya actually helped us a lot in meeting so many people— not to mention setting me up with Risa-chan, never thanked ya for that.” 

You tense up, feeling a pinch of guilt creep up your spine at the mention of your ‘service’, even though you think there’s no way for them to know about it. And sure, Risa and Tsumu are actually a success, you’re happy for them now, but that doesn’t erase the fact that you were waiting for something to go wrong so you can go back to receiving payment from your other clients. “Well, you’re my friend…”

“Exactly, we noticed that it feels like ya have been helping us more than we’ve helped ya.” Osamu agrees, ready to deliver the final blow. “So we thought… isn’t it time for ya to meet yer match, too? 

“Uh… no thanks, I’m fine—”

“None of that,” The twins approach your spot on the bed, Atsumu pats— slaps your back as he lets out a loud laugh, Osamu grips your shoulder firmly to prevent you from moving away. “Isn’t it only natural for us to want to pay back the kindness of our dear friend?”

“Well—” You frantically look between the two, meeting unwavering smirks that seem to resemble the devils on both sides. 

“Just let us return the favor. Right, Tsumu?”

“Mhm, and don’t worry,”

“We’ve got just the guy for ya.”

note: sorry it took so long!!!! the original file including the outline got deleted and I had to rewrite everything... like before, tell me your thoughts if you'd like!!

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oh sorry its taking so long!!! one more day before my break starts, I'll start editing once I'm free

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Next chapter might be out tomorrow!!!! Just need a little more tweaks!!!!!!!

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nvm im okay.. ❤️ remaking the outline... will rewrite the rest of the chapters tomorrow