#samuu.love

[odetolove]

His head nods fervently at the exclamation of his brother's name, not knowing what other answer it could be. Even with your confession, he still was so sure his observations were right--a trait of his he prided himself in. He was so sure of everything that he remembered and saw; had he just interpreted it wrong this whole time?

His mind focuses back on the present as you ask the same question he just asked, more so a question for yourself than him. Blood rushes to his ears as he waits for your answer, his hands once again rubbing on his sweatpants--a habit he still kept from volleyball to ensure nothing interferes with the ball.

He takes your slight pause to think back to high school, to all the numerous interactions between you and him. As he recalls, you were always kinder to him than Atsumu; though, he just guessed its cause Atsumu was a little shit, even more so than him. Whenever he did ask for your help, you always dropped whatever you were doing to help him. You would insist that you didn't have anything important and rushed to help him before he could even protest.

And as the memories flood back to him, he even recalls the times Atsumu would tease you both about 'dating' each other. Osamu just assumed his obnoxious twin did it because he knew his crush on you. So, when you would get flustered and wave it off, he thought you were uncomfortable so he had to fight, physically, to make his brother stop. Realizing it now, you probably weren't uncomfortable; you were probably just as flustered as he was.

Maybe he wasn't as observant as he thought he was.

His mind zeroes back into your words, his face heating up before his eyebrows scrunch again. It's not a memory he likes to recall considering what bullshit the third-year spat out. But if he's honest, he can barely recall anything else except for that and Atsumu and Suna pulling him off the bloody and bruised guy. He's a little grateful you only saw the aftermath but still a little shameful for letting his emotions get the better of him. Though, he doesn't regret it; if meant defending you, he'd do it over and over again.

Your compliments warm his cheeks, shifting around in his position. He scratches his neck, unable to meet your eyes once more as he presses his lips together. "I mean ya can say that about anybo--", his words cut off as he absorbs your words. He drops his arm, tilting his head as the look of confusion, and now curiosity, etches onto his face.

"Whatcha mean?" He leans forward as he tries to look at your face, trying to read your expression. He tries to reel in his own thoughts, berating your mind that you could mean something totally else. Right? "How do I handle ya huh?"

--Samu

(NO PLS ILOVE THE PLOT LINES TOO DSFJ I KINDA WENT OVERBOARD THIS TIMESLDKJF)

i could nearly die from embarrassment the second the last sentence leaves my lips. wondering if it was because of my close proximity to him and the habit of actually speaking my mind when i was with him. my eyes widen when he leans closer- body facing me.

ah, well-

i stutter, trying to find a way out of the hole i seemingly dug myself in, thanks to my big mouth. i bring my hand up- tucking loose strands of hair behind my ear, a nervous tick. looking at everywhere but his eyes, knowing that if i did i would crumble under the sight of his kind eyes. my stomach twists with the possibility of him finding the way i think about him gross- but i had already gone this far with telling him the truth. sighing for just a second, i come back just a little braver, back straightening up to look at him too.

yknow, sometimes i get a little mouthy-

my nose scrunches at the times i’ve challenged both him and atsumu, poking jokes at about how much smarter i am than both of them, harmless jokes that come with being friends with someone for so long.

a-and i can be cocky, get an attitude when things don’t go my way… and the fact that i don’t like being told, ‘no.’

i ramble, taking a strand of hair and running my fingers down the length of it absentmindedly- scrunching my nose at the way my attitude sounds spoken out loud. blaming it on the way i had always been coddled and treated like basically a princess by the twins, osamu specifically, knowing deep down that he seldom ever says no.

and when i get like that, i like the way you hold your ground. know you just raise your eyebrows at me and it’s game over.

my cheeks flaming by the time i finish speaking, words growing weaker and weaker. embarrassed by how much i like his doting and yet unforgiving nature. eyes pinned down to his lap- unable to meet his eyes any longer-wondering of what i said was too much, whole body thrumming with want and embarrassment, sitting there before him after i had just said all those things.

it… makes me wonder, things. if you’re like that in different aspects of your life.

i whisper, shrugging, trying to keep things light and easy for my own sanity.

[odetolove]

He felt his cheeks warm at your compliment though he should be used to it now as you were always so sweet and kind. The words just carry more weight this time considering the context of the conversation. He's just about to brush it off when you kiss his cheek. He holds his breath as he stills, mouth slightly agape. His skin tingles at the spot where you kissed him, a feeling he wishes to have again, and again, and again, everywhere.

His thoughts spin out of control as he tries to make sense of anything when your next sentence slaps him back to reality. There's no way he heard you right, right? "W-what? What do you mean hada crush on me? I thought-" his brows scrunch together, nothing making sense at the moment. "I thought ya liked Tsumu?"

All three of you were close, there's no doubt about it but to Osamu, you always seemed more comfortable with Atsumu. You always joked a little harder with Atsumu, always laughed a little harder with Atsumu. You just seemed more..free. But with him, you always felt a little more reserved, a little more controlled. He could see the way you sometimes would hold back; it's always just so subtle but he noticed it more as you both grew older. So naturally, he just assumed that meant you liked Tsumu.. but looks like he had gotten it all wrong.

"Why?" The question leaves his mouth before he can stop himself. He turns his body more toward you as he tries to glimpse at your face. "I don't--I don't understand..I thought, it couldn't be me."

-Osamu

my eyebrows furrow at the sound of his confusion- almost sure, up to this point at least, that he had known. atsumu certainly did, his constant jeers and whispers of my pathetic crush on his twin brother always lending fuel for the playful fights we got into.

atsumu?!

i exclaim, thinking back to the cocky man- remembering his inflated ego and albeit valid, high opinions of himself. i sit up, already missing the way his body felt against mine, movie and food long forgotten in favor of looking at him. staring despite the blush on my cheeks and increasing heart beat.

what do you mean, why, osamu?

i question, trying to formulate the thoughts that i had for him, wondering if i could even put into words the way he was always so nice to me. or how he would always ask if i had eaten on days where i had forgotten- if i could tell him that i knew i was sometimes too nice to people and let them step on me and he was always there to stop people from taking advantage of that.

‘samu- it has always been you. who else makes me food when i forget? who else beat up the guy who was bad mouthing me when we were in high school?

i press on, remembering back to the only time he had gotten in trouble for starting a fight outside of his brother- knowing that since then, he was going to be the one i was going to pine for. leaning in closer and closer due to my excitement.

you’re a catch. tall, handsome, nice and funny? how could i not.

sitting back once again, i turn my head to hide the utter embarrassment written all over my face, crossing my arms as i pout.

besides, atsumu wouldn’t be able to handle me the way you do.

[odetolove]

He hums, quickly scanning the movie options before settling on something that looked remotely interesting. He wanted to pay attention and enjoy the movie but the moment you pressed up against him--the warmth of your body radiating off--he knew he would not be paying attention at all. However, he was going to try anyway; he would be able to blame his rapidly beating heart and jumpy behavior on something else other than you.

As you passed him his chopsticks, he mumbles a quiet 'thank you', digging into the food right away to ease his mind. When he's nervous, he tends to eat more, the exact opposite of his brother who tends to eat more when he's stressed instead. Though, he's not sure if he can eat too much with the butterflies in his stomach. He's fine, he thinks. He'll just focus on the movie and not make eye contact; you'll understand right since you both are watching a movie anyway?

Your moan immediately rips him out of his thoughts as he quickly turns to you, eyes widening for a fraction of a second but your sentence coaxes a laugh out of him. He shakes his head, nudging his knee with yours. "If ya keep talkin' like that, ya'll end up soundin' like Tsumu. Then, I'll really leave ya to die without the right nutrition."

He was honestly happy that you both can talk like this again; it has been a while since you both did something together that did not involve the restaurant or without Tsumu or someone else tagging along. Even with the time apart, you still made him feel the same way--his heart about to burst right out of his chest, his palms sweaty, his mind only buzzing with thoughts of you. Maybe you both hung out more, he would be used to it and could control it but that didn't even happen in high school. It was always the same; maybe he was just better at hiding in back then. Though, it could be because of volleyball--

He freezes mid-chew as your questions hits him. He thought you would have let the question die but he should have known better--you were never one to let something go so easily, especially if your interest was piqued. He chews and swallows his food, wiping his hands on his sweatpants, only stealing a few glances. "Well.." he thinks about it for a moment trying to figure out what to say without revealing his true feelings. "Ya got pretty eyes, always the same since we were kids. Um, got nice hair, I know all yer friends were always braiding it. And just-" He pauses, courageously looking at you, his eyes scanning your face. "Any guy, or gal, would be lucky to have ya. I mean, like.. yer personality, yer a good person. And it shows, really well. Outside and inside."

-Osamu

(I feel like he is so ooc, do you think so? im not sure..im sorry i was lamenting about it thats why it took so long TT)

i pout at the mention of him leaving me to die without his cooking- rolling my eyes at the prospect of even being a little bit like his twin brother. i press my shoulder against him once he’s done talking, watching from the corner of my eye as he stills.

barely being able to contain myself, i look in his direction while he talks- watching the way he steals glances, but doesn’t directly face me. eyes glancing down at the spot where he wipes his hands on his sweatpants, wondering if i was pushing too hard with how nervous he suddenly looks.

my eyes widening while i listen on to his words, not knowing he had ever paid that much attention to me. hands subconsciously wandering up to pet a strand of my hair when he mentions it. just barely able to mask my surprise when he finally turns to look at me, cheeks reddening and turning so hot i have to press the back of my hands against them to cool them off.

ah, ‘samu.

i giggle, turning back around to grab the bowl of ramen i had left unattended against the coffee table while he was speaking, trying to hide the way my heart felt like it leaped out of my chest. wondering if this was all because he was always so nice to me,

you’re sweet, you know that?

i murmur, sparing him a glance before moving- not thinking about my actions. i press a kiss to his cheek, having to stretch my body to meet the skin there, settling back down against him even more. tired of wondering if my actions would be taken the wrong way, the worst thing that could happen is that he would tell me to back off.

if you would have told me that in high school, think i would’ve passed out. i had the biggest crush on you.

i giggle, mindlessly saying my thoughts out while my eyes look at the tv- flinching at the sight, turning and pressing my face against him instead. not bothering to let him know that, that same crush has carried over all those years.

ah! why are movies so realistic!

i whine, putting my hand up to block out the scene before me.

[odetolove]

He clears his throat a little at your question, turning back to the stove to tend towards the eggs even though they were about finished. His voice comes out a little quieter, hoping the sizzling of the food can hide the rapid beating of his heart, "I mean.. ya've always looked good.. like objectively. Cus ya, ya know.."

His words drop off as he tries to think of something else but completely stops short at your next statement. 'Well, it's not a coincidence that I look that way whenever you see me,' leaves him completely at a loss of words, his eyebrows slightly scrunched as he plates the eggs. You couldn't mean..surely he's just reading too deeply into it. Before he can ask you what you mean, you ask your question to which he hums, turning off the stove and setting aside the pan. He was a little thankful for the change in topic, needing to ground his mind.

Though, his mind doesn't get a chance to rest at your next set of words. The plates nearly slip out of his grip, his reflexes saving him before his thoughts can catch up. Maybe he needs to stop drinking coffee after 4 pm as Tsumu suggested; it's definitely not helping him right now as he hears his heartbeat drumming in his ears. You've both cuddled before, why was it catching him off guard? He can do this, it's no big deal. What's the worst that can happen?

Taking a deep breath, he tries to keep calm and pretend like it's any other day hanging out with his beautiful best friend. He smiles, nodding towards the drawers, "Sure thing, just grab the chopsticks and I'll set everythin' up, alright?"

He heads over to the couch, placing the plates on the coffee table as he berates himself for sounding way too formal. He needs to get a grip before you notice anything, fixing cushions for you both to sit on comfortably on the floor. His hand reaches for the remote, turning on the TV to calm his nerves. "Anythin' ya wanted to watch?"

-Osamu

(I'm so rusty, im sorry, i just kept going hh.. hope this is not too OOC, ill get back into the groove soon </3)

i arch my eyebrow, smile still playing on my lips with the way he seems to be fumbling for words- my own blush settling warmly on my cheeks while i swing my legs. humming after his words- blissfully playing dumb, wondering how much more i could get out of him. it wasn’t everyday that he’d show this much embarrassment over complimenting someone, wondering just how serious it was, if it was just because i was his best friend.

but i cut the conversation short- way too excited to watch tv with him and eat noodles, like before he got way too busy. i nod, hopping off the counter and humming while i grab our utensils- walking into the living room way too happy for what just happened. letting myself believe that he liked me the way i did with him.

hmm.

i wonder, sitting next to the spot he fixed on the floor- crossing my legs and watching with glee the food before me.

lets watch a scary movie?

i ask him, looking up at him from my spot- leaning against him when he finally sits down, pretending that my heart isn’t leaping out of my chest with how warm he felt. the smell of rice flour and something entirely him already letting me feel so at home. i pass him the chopsticks i picked out for him, wondering if he could feel how warm i was- or if the slight shake to my hands was visible. turning to grab the bowl off the coffee table and happily digging in. immediately moaning at how good his food always was, even as something as simple as this.

god, ‘samu!

i whine, looking over at him with scrunched eyebrows, a little dramatic for his sake.

you have to stop leaving me without your food for so long, i could die without proper nourishment y’know!

i joke, settling back against him- trying to keep things light even with the way my face is way too warm and the press of my soft body against his sturdy one feels way too good.

what do you mean i objectively look good?

i question, figuring now that we were both settled here- the sound of whatever scary movie he picked being ignored in the background.

[odetolove]

Happy Valentine’s Day doll, hope ya enjoy the onigiri and chocolate I left this morning. Love ya so much.

- Samu

Happy Valentine’s Day bb!! :3 hope it was filled with wonderful things such as yourself! Am sending a warm hug ☺️💕

- Samu mod

happy valentines day samu! i did- you know i love everything you make, and i might've shed some tears when i saw them- but anyways i love you too! have a good day at work, handsome.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! I HAD A REALLY GOOD DAY OF DOING NOTHINGJDSKN, i did by myself an absurd amount of makeup;;; but it wasnt anything too special!! and thank you for the hug, its raining and cold here; i need all the warmth possible;;

[odetolove]

"Well, n-no— I don't thi— are y-you—," He tries to interject but as you ramble on complimenting him, the words just die in his throat. He usually can take a compliment and be able to thank the person properly but it was you. Your opinion matters to him so for you to say such nice things about him, especially about his physique just.. blew him away. However, it did not help his blush, the redness intensifying on his neck and ears. Did you really notice that about him? "I mean, if there are people who flirt I don't notice or don't mind them. 'm not really interested."

He cracks an egg on the stove and puts it into a pan before turning to you, another uncracked egg in his hands. "Want one?"

Continuing to stir the ramen and fry the egg, he goes back to answering your question. "But seriously, I don't mind em. Just focused on the business that's all." He's only so focused on the business and nobody else is because they're not you. And if it's not you flirting, then he doesn't care. But I mean, as if you would though, he thinks.

Turning to you, he unknowingly eyes you up and down, humming as he secondhandedly minds the food. "But what about ya? I know ya got a haircut recently and have been dressing up more whenever I see ya. Looking good for someone hmm?" You've always been beautiful to him but you've recently been looking extra gorgeous these days. Could kill a man with your looks, certainly kills him.

- Osamu

the response to my question has me smiling even more, a tiny part of me happy he hadn’t set his eyes on anyone in particular- jealousy an ugly thing that i tried to keep down when it came to him, knowing it wasn’t fair when he wasn’t anything to me romantically. but still, hearing him say that he wasn’t interest in anyone let me breathe just a little easier.

i nod my head when he asks me while he puts an egg to fry for me, my own face blushing even more as he turns to look at me, following the movement of his eyes up and down my body- wondering what he would say if i told him the truth about why i put a little more effort into my looks.

you think i look good?

i question, voice just a little shaky but still smiling- teasing him for his choice of words. heart beating faster at the thought of him acknowledging my efforts for no one other than him.

well it’s not a coincidence that i look that way whenever you see me.

still swinging my legs i don’t look at him when i respond- giving him only that as an answer, not wanting to expose myself any more than i already have given my feelings for him.

is the food almost done?

i pout, trying to change the subject before he catches on.

i wanna cuddle! it’s been a while since we’ve hung out and i’m dying to get my hands on you.

my words aren’t masked anymore- wiggling my fingers at him teasingly.

[odetolove]

He chuckles when he hears you talk about the cheesy ramen tiktok. You send him a lot of recipes to try from there so he's not too surprised when you bring it up. It's probably in his bookmarks saved somewhere but he hasn't had the time to try them. But now is the perfect time to try it, especially with you around to taste test it for him.

"Alright, pull it up so we can try it out," After pulling out everything he needs from the pantry, he closes it before rummaging through the fridge and pulling out the rest of the ingredients you list off. After grabbing the everything, he starts cooking on the stovetop. He's just nodding as you show off the tiktok, and continue to talk, smiling at the way you ramble again.

However, he nearly drops the chopsticks at your comment, losing his rhythm a little. How many more times were you going to surprise him tonight? He coughs as he continues to stir the ramen while his cheeks warm, "Uh, yeah actually, I have been.." His voice is close to a whisper, appreciation and embarrassment flooding his system. "Tsumu put me on this workout he's doing and challenged that I couldn't keep up so obviously I couldn't back down from that fight."

He flexes his arm a little, looking down at his bicep and his shirt. "Didn't think I'd fill in the shirt all the way. Is it that noticeable? Should I get a new shirt?" He asks, looking up at you, his head tilting, genuine confusion on his face.

- Osamu

not knowing what spurs me on to continue talking- i nod when he tells me the challenge him and ‘tsumu have taken up, knowing their sibling rivalry could get them to move mountains if so prompted. my face heats up from the sight of him flexing- so close to openly gasping, but my throat constricts, choking me up slightly.

clearing my throat i hum, swinging my legs while i lean forward- hands gripping the edge of the counters while i do, trying to calm down the heavy beating of my heart, feeling blood rush every which way.

no, i think you look really good ‘samu.

i let him know, lips quirking up for a second before speaking once again.

you sure you’re not bulking up to impress anyone?

i tilt my head, letting my hair fall down onto one of my shoulders, trying to keep the atmosphere light- not wanting him to inquire as to why i was commenting on his physique, not wanting him to know i was openly drooling for him while he made us food.

no wonder why your restaurants been so busy, if i was some innocent customer i’d be stopping by to catch a glance at the muscley chef making my food.

i giggle, fingers curling my hair absentmindedly-

i’m sure you get tons of people flirting, hm?

[odetolove]

Reaching the bathroom, he quickly opens and shuts the door behind him. He lets out a sigh as he leans against the door, his cheeks burning as his mind continues to swim with more-than-friendly thoughts about you. He has no idea what has gotten into him. Usually he can keep these thoughts at bay but now they were all could think about, the scenes etched onto his eyelids whenever he closed his eyes. As much as he'd love to act on these thoughts and feelings, he just couldn't risk ruining your friendship. He was sure you thought of him as no more than your best friend and while that pained him, he was alright with being this close to you. As long as he got to hang out with you, hear you laugh, see your beautiful smile, he was happy, content.

Turning on the sink, he splashes some water on his face and patting his cheeks. He makes eye contact with himself in the mirror and tries to calm himself, needing to get rid of the slight stiffy he just got. After thinking of Atsumu's.. well, just him, he felt better enough to go back. However, he was not expecting you to be dressed like that, almost stopping him in his tracks. This was gonna be a long night for him.

"Already eatin' the snacks without me?" Osamu asks, grabbing a handful from you as you slightly protest at him. "Don't think that's nice of the host to eat without the guest of honor ya know," he teases, already trying to set the mood from before.

Grabbing a few more popcorn and popping it into his mouth, he shuffles towards the kitchen and opens your pantry. "Alright, what do ya want me to make? We can just do some pre-made ramen and just add in our own ingredients since 'm a little lazy to do it from scratch."

- Osamu

(hope you're doing well remi!! sorry this is so long i just wanted to establish his feeelingsldkjf)

hearing him catch me while i put a piece of popcorn into my mouth i turn around to look at him- trying to move the bowl away from him when he teases some more,

you know it tastes better when it’s right out of the microwave! you were taking too long in the bathroom.

i laugh- i put the bowl down on the counter before following him around my kitchen, trying to peak over his shoulder while he rummages around the pantry. thankful i had remembered to go grocery shopping before doing this impromptu hangout, knowing i’d get an earful about eating well from him if it was stocked full of snacks like it usually is.

oh! ramen sounds good! i saw this tiktok about cheesy ramen i wanna try!

i tell him, letting him start on it- choosing to hop up on a counter, starting to swing my legs in contentment.

and i wouldn’t expect you to make it from scratch, i know you’re a crazy good chef but it sounds too fancy for tonight don’t you think?

i ask him, humming- every opportunity i get to look at his wide back while he cooks i take, wondering how lucky i was to get the view i currently was. wanting so badly to pretend this was an every day thing, that he was mine and i was him- singing him praise while he cooked to his hearts content for just the two of us.

have you been working out, ‘samu?

i ask, genuinely curious- not having a filter around him only biting me in the butt when i said something that was better left unspoken.

it looks like you’re gunna bust out of your shirt.