tuna mayo ! miya osamu
chapter seven – knight and shining armor
wc 2438
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tw: mentions of harassment.
23:57.
The loud booms of bass spread across the club as several partygoers danced the night away, while others indulged in several variations of alcoholic beverages. Singling yourself out, you were aware of all that was going on. Moments ago, you had realized that you were drunk. You knew you had a talkative conversation with Hinata. You knew you danced with Osamu for a while. Yet, something that you just could not register? A man with golden blonde hair, and a tongue piercing repeatedly harassed you after you came out of the bathroom.
It was unthinkable that this could happen to you, to be truthful.
Although, something incredibly beyond belief happened as well. Your situationship, Miya Osamu, threw an immense punch, something similar to a right hook, at the man bothering you. It all went by exceedingly fast, as one moment you were being held up against the wall, and the next, the culprit was laying on the floor, nose bleeding, and passed out. The man’s friends, who were also in a drunken state, had already run off after Osamu defended you.
You didn’t know what to feel. Of course, you were grateful to your man for essentially protecting you, as you weren’t in the state to do so. The alcohol running through your system had an effect on you as well, causing your vision to spin slightly. Yet, it was weird. At the same time, you felt like you sobered up.
It wasn't until Osamu put both of his hands on your shoulders, vaguely shaking you, causing your attention to be placed on him. You turnt your head towards him in a smooth manner, keeping your previous somewhat shocked expression on your face.
“[L/N]?”
Silence was your response. Numerous thoughts about the previous events were running through your head, and in this state especially? It was hell.
Osamu stared at you, eyes running to observe your astonished demeanor. “Are you okay? He didn’t do anythin’ else to ya, did he?” He spoke once more, this time, with concern filling his voice.
You shook your head slowly, and opened your mouth to respond, yet hesitated. You avert your eyes to the ground, slightly lowering your head, and sighed. You felt completely, and utterly defeated. Since childhood, your parents have taught you to always stand up for yourself. More specifically, to not take shit from anybody. You had always followed this way of life, even until today. So why couldn’t you defend yourself?
A look of surprise washed across your face as Osamu lowered himself in a crouching position to meet your eyes. He moved both of his hands to hold yours.
“Don’t blame yerself. None of this was yer fault.” After staring into his eyes for a short moment, you finally found your voice.
“How did you know what I was thinking?”
Osamu’s lips curled into a small smile, and he began to rub one of his thumbs over your hand. “Yer a strong lady, [L/N]. That’s one of the things I deeply respect ‘bout ya.”
You don't know what it was, but you also found yourself smiling. You pulled him up with some of your strength, causing him to stand at his full length. There, the two of you continued holding hands, sharing a moment of pure admiration for one another. You eventually looked at the club scenery that was just down the hall, and felt disgusted. Turning back to Osamu, you voiced a new concern of yours.
“Can we leave, please? My–ugh, my head is starting to hurt.”
He chuckled smally, and nodded. “We need ta’ go get ‘Tsumu, Hinata, and Bokuto, alright?” With that being said, he rearranged his hands with yours, his left holding your right, and led you down the hallway to the open club scenery, yet you stopped abruptly, causing Osamu to stop as well.
He looked at your face, and noticed a look of pain wash across. “What happened?”
You looked down at your feet, and back to Osamu’s face. “My feet really hurt.” You groaned, and slightly winced. “Stupid heels.”
He proceeded to look down at your feet as well, and squeeze your hand as a sign of reassurance. “I’ll carry ya to the car when we get outside, okay?”
You quickly waved your free hand in a dismissing manner, yet before you could actually decline, he gave you a look, essentially telling you “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
You began to walk as carefully as possible, limping every now and then, with Osamu walking slightly behind you. As the flashing lights showered everybody with life, your thoughts about the idiot who caused trouble made their way out of your head. You looked to the bar, noticing the different groups of people there, having a lively time. It wasn’t long before you recognized the area you and Osamu were in, catching a short glimpse of your three coworkers spread across one of MSBY’s reserved booths.
The two of you walked up to the group of men, still hand in hand. “Time ta’ go, guys. It’s gettin’ late.”
Atsumu groaned, and threw his head on the table. “Nooooooo brother, I don’t wanna!” He yelled loud enough to cause Osamu’s face to irk.
“I’m the one drivin’, ya dumb fuck! Let’s go! All of you, now!”
For some odd reason, you felt a small bunch of butterflies in your stomach. Well, it made some sense considering the fact that dominant men in general were a turn on for many women, such as yourself. You internally facepalmed, and kept your composure as the three men shuffled out of the booth, stumbling here and there. Bokuto and Atsumu didn’t seem to notice the fact that you and Osamu were holding hands, but of course, Hinata detected it from the moment the two of you were in his line of sight.
The two taller men began to stumble towards the entrance of the club, holding on to each other in a rather hilarious manner, soliciting a laugh from you. Osamu took that as a signal to lead you to the door as well, with Hinata quickly finishing his drink at the table.
The ginger ran up to your side, nudging you (unintentionally) harshly, with a wide grin on his face. You rolled your eyes as a response, and gave him an extra push, guiding him to his teammates.
“What was that about?” Osamu asked, leaning a bit down, making it easier for you to hear his question.
You looked back up at him, and felt your face heating up. “Ah shit, I forgot to tell you, but um…” You pause for a second, and continue. “Turns out, Hinata and Sakusa kind of knew we were a thing.”
He gave you a confused look, then switched it out with a neutral expression and a shrug. “Well ain’t that somethin’. You’ll have ta’ elaborate more on that tomorrow.”
“Will do.”
The two of you made it out of the hot, and humid club, to be met with a nice breeze that hit in all of the right places. You let out a sigh of relief, only for that to be interrupted by Atsumu draping himself over you. Your hand quickly separated from Osamu’s, as you used your own strength to basically hold the both of you up.
“‘Tsumu, get offa–”
“[Y/N]! We didn’t even get ta’ dance or drink together tonight! Like, where’ve ya beeeeeeeen?” Atsumu cried out. You quickly pushed him up, and helped balance him.
“I was too busy indulging. Next time we’ll dance together for sure!”
The blonde man sniffled, and hugged you. “Like, I–I literally love ya, [Y/N]. Yer the bestest friend ever.”
You hugged him back, and looked over his shoulder to see Osamu, arms crossed, and with a sour expression on his face. You laughed, and patted Atsumu’s upper back. “Love ya too, ‘Tsum. Now start walking to the car.”
He put his hand near his forehead, saluting to you, and standing in place with a determined look on his face. “Sir yes sir!” With that, he began to stumble-run down the street to Osamu’s car, followed competitively along by Hinata and Bokuto.
“Not gonna lie, [L/N], but I think ‘Tsumu wants ya.” Osamu finally spoke, arms still crossed. You quickly realized that the man in front of you was feeling a sense of jealousy, yet you laughed due to how ridiculous he sounds. “You think so?” You asked confidently, followed by a wink.
He rolled his eyes playfully, along with your laughter. “C’mon, time to pick ya up.”
You felt a wave of nervousness run through you. “But you don’t have to.”
“I want to.” With that, he scooped you up in the bridal style position as effortlessly as possible, one hand under your knees, and another holding your back to keep you balanced. A surprised sound came out of you, yet you quickly adjusted yourself to this new position, cradling your arms around his neck.
“See? Wasn’t so bad, right?” He asked as he began walking down the sidewalk.
You huffed, and looked away from him, out to the street. “Put me down when you feel tired.”
“I’m not gonna get tired.” You turned your head back to him with a skeptical look on your face, but that didn’t last for long as you realized just how close you were to him. To his face. His eyes were focused straight ahead on the empty walkway, with no sign of struggle. You hadn’t noticed until now, but the stubble surrounding his features suited him well, as it gave him a rugged look. Your thoughts were interrupted as Osamu turned his head towards you, resulting in your cheeks showing a light hue of pink.
“Ya like what ya see, [L/N]?” He asked jokingly.
Before you could respond, you had realized something. You’ve known him for about a month, maybe a bit more, spending a lot of your free time either talking to him on the phone, or visiting him at his work. Hell, he just saved you from a drunkard. “Y’know, you can start calling me by my name. No more [L/N].”
As he kept his gaze on you, his demeanor shifted from playful to surprised. “Thanks. Honestly, I’ve been itchin’ to call ya by yer name for quite a while now.”
You smiled, and carefully rested your head in the crook of his neck, essentially starting to relax. Before you could speak to continue your conversation, he beat you to it.
“Start callin’ me Osamu.”
You lifted your head up, and chuckled. “Well duh, I’m not gonna let you call me by my name if you’re not gonna let me call me by yours.”
He looked away with a small twinkle in his eyes, and back to the scenery in front of the both of you. “Yes, ma’am.”
The outlook in front of the both was nothing less than beautiful. The warm street lights dancing on top of the both of you, showering you in pure bliss, the nightlife expressing numerous different colours, giving you a sense of nostalgia. You thought back to the exact moment where Osamu punched that guy with the tongue piercing.
“I never got to thank you.” You paused for a bit, still admiring the scenic view. “For punching that guy.” You laid your head back down in the crook of his neck once more. You don’t know if it was the excess alcohol in your system controlling you, but you tilted your head up, and planted a small kiss on his left cheek. “Dare I call you my knight in shining armor.”
You noticed how his cheeks burned a light pink, followed by a sigh. He looked at you for a brief moment, and finally responded. “I’m sorry that happened to ya, darlin’. Ya don’t need to thank me at all.”
“Nonsense.” You were going to continue speaking, until you noticed the three idiots up ahead in the distance standing next to Osamu’s locked car, arguing with each other, most likely about something irrelevant.
“Let me down here, I can walk the rest of the way.” You stated, pointing to your coworkers.
He stopped walking, and turned his gaze towards you. “Ya sure? I don’t mind carryin’ ya the full way.” He asked as he raised an eyebrow.
“I’m sure.” Osamu hummed in response, and gently let you down, helping you balance on your slightly less aching feet. As the two of you finally made your way after being noticed specifically by Bokuto, you both walked in comfortable silence, admiring each other’s presence.
It was unfortunately no lie that the events that unfolded at Interference ruined your night, but Osamu was there for you. Osamu.
‘Osamu.’
You felt victorious. You get to finally call him by his name.
The next day, 12:28.
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“God damn it!” You yelled, grabbing your phone from underneath your pillow, and throwing it across your bedroom, ultimately landing on the floor.
You awoke with a headache, feeling rather shitty. As you laid in bed, you recalled the events of last night. Drinking with Hinata, dancing with Osamu, and…
‘Oh.’
You groaned as you sat up from your current position, and stayed in complete silence, with your fan making minimal background noise.
12:32.
Finally processing the events of last night, you got out of bed, and walked over to where your phone laid, still buzzing from notifications. Why was your phone blowing up? As you crouched down to pick it up, you glanced at some of the newest notifications. Some being from your school friends, others being from coworkers, yet one of them stood out to you directly.
It was Sakusa, and all he sent was an article created by The Japan Times.
You tapped on it, and read the title.
“What the fuck?” You verbally questioned. You felt your heart begin to race, and quickly looked through other messages you received.
a/n: didn't feel like editing the timestamps don't kill me pls
As you read through a couple more articles, you finally understood what was going on. Last night, somebody in the club last night took video evidence of Atsumu (Osamu) punching the man who was harassing you. As people began to catch wind of this, a few others also chimed in and noted that Atsumu (Osamu) was holding hands with you, inferring that you were his new girlfriend, which was in fact, NOT true.
So what were you going to do about it?
Well… you didn’t know. You were more worried about the fact that you probably already lost your job.
author's notes !
𐙚 lowkey kinda want [y/n] to lose her job ... just joking maybe idk 😋
𐙚 reblogs are always appreciated !
𐙚 i think i'm gonna start writing one shots , and drabbles ! i mean , what's stopping me ?
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