for your ask game! i want to know more about a princess' duty >:3 pov! oh and also i know "it's complicated" (the atsumu fic) is already a completed project but i'm still curious — before the beginning!
AAAHHH you know what scene would've been perfect for the POV? THE CARRIAGE RIDE!!! Anyway,
"May I have a look at the document? I assume you have it with you, Sire."
Kita's attention snapped to you. His eyes fell on the stains of dark, fresh soil on the skirt of your dress, clearly from your parents' grave. Shifting his gaze from the stains to your torso he could see your uneasiness. Your chest was heaving from the heavy breaths you took to remain calm and your knuckles turned white from the grip you had on your brother's shoulder.
"Ren," he ordered Omimi to follow your request.
Kita studied your face as you eyes flew over the paper. With every line you read, your brows furrowed deeper and your expression hardened. You weren't happy in the slightest about what was written down there. The paper's corner shook as your hands started trembling and subconsciously, you pressed your lips into a thin line.
And then you looked at the signature. All composure you had left your body in the blink of an eye. Your eyes widened as shock erased everything else from your features.
For the beginning, I wasn't sure how far before the plot, so I chose to go waaaay back a few weeks :D
The light Onigiri Miya emitted was warm and dim, throwing soft shadows on the sidewalk. The Jackals were gathered at one of the bigger tables, but it's still crowded. Meian and Barnes had their girlfriends sitting in their laps and Inunaki left his seat to his wife, as Bokuto and Atsumu were fighting over what looked like the currently last onigiri on the table.
Through the glass door you could see Osamu hurry through the kitchen, probably preparing more food for the starved players. Almost sprinting, he runs around the counter to deliver the next batch of onigiri. He was stressed and even from a distance, you could see the sweat glistering on his forehead, and yet he was grinning from ear to ear. The group laughed when he commented on something - judging by Atsumu's reaction it had something to do with his brother screwing up a set earlier - and he gave Hinata a pat on the back before walking back to the kitchen again.
When he passed the counter, he carefully touched a single plate of onigri, before looking at the clock hanging on one of the walls and then at his phone. There was a hint of worry when he noticed the time and you could see his chest heaving as he sighed.
Your heart clenched. Seeing Osamu's worried expression made you worried. Worry was a feeling you and the people you loved had to feel enough lately and you desperately wanted the happy smile from seconds ago to return to his face and stay there. That beautiful smile should never leave Osamu Miya's lips again.
Shit. You were in love with Osamu. While regularly fucking his twin. Shit.
Thanks for sending in that ask!💜
