Love And War
pairing: osamu miya x reader cw: none word count: 1.3k
summary: Osamu loves to pick you up like a sack of rice, so it is only fair you return the favor.
Osamu jumped a bit when you wrapped your arms around his torso. Tall and muscular as he was, you had to firmly press yourself against his back to get both of your arms around him, using your right hand to grab the wrist of your left.
“Dinner’s ready soon, just gotta wait for the rice.” Osamu chuckled at your clinginess, drying his hands on the towel hanging next to the sink. “Did you finish your work, or just taking a break?”
Your response was to tighten your grip, take a deep breath, and exclaim a hearty “The time for revenge has come, Osamu Miya!” With all the strength you could muster, you squeezed your arms harder against his torso and pulled them upwards.
Your boyfriend let out a surprised grunt and you repeated the motion. Despite your best efforts—you already started to feel a bit dizzy from the lack of oxygen—the only thing that seemed to move was Osamu’s shirt being pulled slightly upwards.
“What are you-”
Osamu’s confused laughter was cut short as you released your hold for a brief second, crouching down instead and repositioning your arms on his hips.
“Vengeance will be mine!” You shouted, a bit more strained this time, but just as threatening. Another deep breath and up your arms went again, using your whole body as support. This time, not even his shirt moved, firmly trapped between your grip and his body.
“Just you wait!” You managed to squeal, feeling even more fired up when you heard him laugh.
Osamu Miya was the sweetest man on this planet. It was something you needn’t waste time debating with anyone, as it would be just as useless as trying to debate whether the sun was hot or if lemons were sour—it was a simple fact of life.
One of the many things that earned him that title, was his belief that the best way to get you out of the way, whenever you were standing in his path, is to simply lift you off the ground. Either placing you a few centimeters away or keeping you up in the air while he finished whatever task needed to be done.
“You could never be in the way, sweetness!” Had been his response when you asked why he doesn’t just ask you to move. He had sounded almost offended at the mere suggestion of you being anything close to a bother to him. Years of playing volleyball, followed by the daily heavy lifting of supplies, meant Osamu had no problem whatsoever carrying you around like a sack of rice.
It was obnoxiously attractive, of course. The way he just swept you off your feet like it was the most natural thing in the world. The way his muscles moved underneath your palms when you placed your hands on his shoulders, scowling as he returned your pout with a crooked grin. The way he sometimes only needed one arm, tugged right underneath your butt, as he lifted you off the ground with no problems, other hand holding whatever tool he needed at the moment.
It was also awfully charming. As he always made sure to press a small kiss against your nose or your shoulder while he let you down gently, teasing smile on his lips as he gave you a small wink and a “Thanks, Sweetness.” As if you weren’t already hopelessly in love with him! Osamu, of course, knew the effect he had on you, so it was only fair to return the favor.
“Sweetness, you’re only going to hurt yourself.” Osamu laughed, finally having caught on to what you were doing.
You ignored him, feeling the blood drain from your head as your arms started to hurt. Still, you weren’t ready to give up yet. Just as you loosened your grip to start another attempt, your whole body moved downwards as Osamu bent his knees slightly.
His firm butt against your crotch,—you were about curse at the fact that he managed to move both of you with such a small gesture when you were fairly sure some part of your brain had died thanks to lack of oxygen—Osamu jumped slightly.
You squealed, tightening your grip to make sure you wouldn’t fall backwards. He only laughed, patting your arms with one hand as he turned his head to make sure you were ok.
“Aha!” You exclaimed triumphantly, readjusting your position to firmly stand on the ground. “That is what you get! How does it feel to get swept up your feet this easily?”
Osamu’s laughter grew louder. “Yup, ya got me good.”
“Don’t think that was it!” Before he had a change to react, your arms released their hold as your fingers shot to his sides. Faster than speed itself, they traveled across his skin, fingertips digging into the firm flesh.
“Ya know I’m not ticklish.” Osamu chuckled. Of course you knew, it was a fact that pained you (and Atsumu) every day. You, on the other hand, not having been born as god’s favorite and blessing to this world, were incredibly ticklish. A fact Osamu liked to exploit every chance he got.
“Oh yeah?” You taunted him regardless, fingers still wandering across his torso. “So why are you laughing?”
Sweet bubbling giggles mixed with low, bemused chuckles as his whole body shook against yours—Osamu was laughing so hard at your antics he had to gasp for air.
“Are you giving up yet, Miya?”
“Never!” He managed to exclaim, though a bit breathless.
“A tough opponent, I see.” Your fingers decreased their speed but maintained their intensity. “Time to use my secret weapon.”
Slipping your hands underneath his shirt, you relished in his sharp inhale. You quickly stood on your tip-toes and leaned forward, whispering a low “Victory is mine,” before gently blowing air onto the back of his neck. Immediately, Osamu arched his back, his hands gripping the sink in front of him.
Osamu Miya might be built like a Greek god, but even he had his weaknesses. Luckily for you, you were well acquainted with all of them. Placing a gentle kiss on that same spot, your hands wandered up and down his chest. You could feel the muscles in his back flex as he gripped the counter harder. You giggled against his skin, biting down before quickly releasing him and taking a few steps backwards.
Before you had time to revel in his flustered form, taunt him for this crushing defeat, he turned and swooped you off the ground in one swift motion.
“Hey!” You scowled and wrapped your arms around his neck for more support, a glint of pride in your eyes at the pink dusting his cheeks. “I won, you’re cheating!”
He lowered you just enough so you were eye-to-eye. Giving your nose a small nibble, he grinned as you scrunched it. “You’re so silly, ya know that?” He laughed against your lips before pressing his own on them.
“Hmm,” You hummed, “I think you’re just a sore loser.”
Osamu’s smile widened as he placed another kiss against the corner of your mouth before pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m pretty sure you used some unfair methods there, sweetness.”
“All is fair in love and war.”
He gave a quick chuckle as he lowered you back down onto the floor. His hands moved to cup your face and he gently squished your cheeks together. “Good thing I love you then.”
“You should, I’m very lovable!” You managed to grumble out, face still squeezed between his hands.
You felt him smile against your lips as he gave you another kiss before finally releasing you. Determined to stay winning today, you quickly got on your tip-toes again and stole another kiss before turning and running away.
“I love you more, Osamu!” You yelled over your shoulder, unable to resist the smile spreading across your face when you saw him grinning back at you—shaking his head, cheeks a warm shade of pink, eyes radiating the same love and affection you knew were in yours.
by elayndia cross-posted on ao3
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