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Hii. Hope you are well. Did you read chapter 44? I have only seen spoilers and they are crazy good. If you have read the chapter, can you please make a summary ? Please and thank you !
Hi Anon... here we go... “Now equals... their new relationship begins...”
SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!! TURN BACK NOW... TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSTITUTED!!! :P
WHO WATCHED JJK?
if someone was going to give me a nickname, then, i think, “the strongest decoy” is a good one
dedicated to the beautiful alice, @hachikenz
飛べ!
kuroo is so fine 🥵
Art by Karmen Loh
wait he’s pretty
literal chills dude 😳
do u care he
i love just one boy and it’s atsumu miya
miya 👏 twins 👏 with a 👏 little 👏 sister👏 go wild :)
a/n: omg this request has me LIVING. i ended out writing more than i expected, but i just thought it’d be so funny skjfhsdjfhkj
miya twins with a younger sister:
— the twins themselves are already chaotic - having a sister on their side? now they’re unstoppable.
— but honestly, the twins would love their little sister to death, but it obviously shows how different the twins are when it come to their sibling relationships.
— atsumu is probably found bickering with his sister 24/7, whether it be about how she keeps on getting to do stuff since she’s ‘younger’ and complaining about how he has to ‘compromise’ on everything. their parents wouldn’t be surprised to wake up and see pillow forts around the house and osamu telling them that ‘atsumu and y/n declared war on each other.’
— atsumu would also mess around with his sister a lot. it’s almost like his hobby to annoy her whenever he had the chance. even though he could act like a jerk and annoying older brother, he’s very protective and wouldn’t let her get hurt emotionally or physically by anyone else. annoying his sister is a right only atsumu can have and no one else, or things would get ugly.
— and then we have osamu, the older brother who actually acts like an older brother. his job is telling atsumu to buzz off and protect the little sister from her other brother. atsumu keeps on telling him that he loves their sister more and god the emotional blackmail goes on forever. he’s always tying his little sister’s hair and learning simple hairstyles for her happiness. he also likes making her bento boxes whenever he has the time to do so.
— similar to atsumu, osamu is very protective of his little sister and always makes sure that she’s feeling okay. if she ever needs to talk about anything that’s bothering her, he’d always be there to listen. (unlike atsumu, who would probably start plotting an entire revenge sequence for whoever hurt his sister.)
— if their sister likes any guy or any guy likes her, then god will atsumu turn into the ultimate drama queen. y’know, typical overprotective brother sort of thing. he’s going to verify whoever the guy is and make sure he’s ‘good enough’ for his sister before he tells her to go for it. osamu on the other hand decides to calmly ask her about her feelings for said guy and just wants to make sure if she’s sure about what she wants to do.
— at one point, atsumu and his sister probably declared war on who has osamu too. they kept on complaining to him how he was ‘favoring the other’ when all he was doing was being a ‘good’ sibling. they kept on saying that they have to compromise the most when in reality, osamu was the one who had to compromise when he was with his siblings.
— pranks are happening every single week. it’s common to hear either atsumu or their sister shrieking from even the most childish tricks, such as leaving a plastic spider in the bathroom sink. april fools day is the most important date on their calendar, and that’s when an actual full blown war happens in the house.
—y’all the twins and their sister would literally FIGHT over pudding cups. they have actual tackle down fights and whoever had the other on the floor for ten seconds got to eat the last cup. things never went accordingly though as atsumu is occasionally found eating the pudding cup without the decision on who gets the cup. drama ensues and osamu has to stop his siblings before they attack each other.
— pudding cups aren’t the only thing though. they’d probably even fight over what they want to watch on the tv. there would be bickering on who get’s to choose the channel every single day, and seemingly, osamu’s day never came. it was either atsumu watching volleyball or their sister watching whatever she wanted to.
— family vacations would be the craziest adventures. snow ball fights are taken way too seriously and once upon a time, their sister accidentally hit atsumu’s head with a stick instead of a watermelon when they were at the beach. osamu was later found buried in the sand as atsumu and their sister snickered, continuing to pile even more sand over him.
— there was also a fight on how osamu got more marshmallows on his stick than atsumu did and their sister solved that by eating the extra marshmallow instead. no one could say anything about it.
— overall, the miya twins with a sister would result in the ultimate sibling triad. they’d assert dominance wherever they go, and obviously the good looks run through the family.
pros of dating osamu:
dating osamu
osamu
cons of dating osamu:
he who shall not be named (but he can be pictured)
I’ve recently discovered your blog and I just wanna say I am absolutely excited for you and your Haikyuu blog!! For my head canon request, would you be able to write Bokuto, Miya twins, and Oikawa’s first realization and thoughts of their crush? Please take your time and thank you!!!
REALIZING THEIR CRUSH HCS
bokuto kotaro, miya twins & oikawa tooru
warnings: none!
a/n: KDNSJSJ I LOVE these characters—i love all characters but these boys make me soft. ngl this turned out more goofy than i thought but i mean i vibe w it && THEYRE ALL SO HOT PLS
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─── bokuto kotaro
dork
the two of you had gone from acquaintances from seeing eachother in school to meeting up with one another along with akaashi, and he’d quickly taken a liking to you.
honestly, bokuto being the type of guy he is thought the little butterflies were just jitters whenever you visited him before a game.
akaashi was quick to point out it wasn’t really like him, and that was when the question was pretty much thrown out there.
‘Do you like [Y/N]?’
the epiphany he had was a great one. it was like ‘Wow, I do like her!’ and then just; ‘Cool!’
he continued acting how he would around you as if he hadn’t realized his non-platonic attraction toward you.
but akaashi could see the dreamy eyes he had on you while you spoke at lunch, chin rested in his palm before replying in his own silly way.
his eyes always lit up at your smile and laughter like a child and an ice cream truck. he does that too
thoughts wise, he’d never really given it much attention after it was realized. he never had any second thoughts about if he truly liked you and he just went with what felt natural.
but it did end up in some moments of saying things that made you flame up with blush at what the ace said.
‘You’re so adorable, [Y/N]!’
‘You look so pretty today! Like always.’
akaashi would be the one to notice how hard you were blushing and the way you covered your face to calm yourself down from the flattery.
‘Bokuto-san, take it down a notch? You’re going to break her.’
‘I don’t want to break her! I’m sorry!’
a dork, but nonetheless he’s a loveable dork.
when he confessed, it was just an adorable mess. even though you accepted with great excitement, he still cringes when he reminisces on it dejected bokuto hours
‘You know, [Y/N],’
‘Hm?’
‘Go out with me!’
‘Wha—‘
the dork really thought you were going to say no, and nearly went into dejected bokuto mode before even hearing your answer.
but after you made it clear that you were planning on and eventually did accept his confession, he had a sweet twinkle in his eyes.
─── miya atsumu
THAT SCENE FR MAKIN ME ACT TF UP I STG
atsumu is a slick guy, so honestly when he comes to terms with his crush it’s pretty quick after it develops.
finds himself more interested in your features that are overlooked more on the first glance, such as your eyes and your smile.
he’s definitely confident in himself, so even if you don’t reciprocate his feelings who tf wouldn’t he took pride in the fact he knew he could up his chances.
after noticing he’s crushing on you, he doesn’t confess or anything immediately. he spends some time acting more ‘intimate’ and caring with you than just a friend would.
for example, he’d do so little as just make sure your arms touch even in the slightest in the cafeteria or sling an arm around your shoulders when he walked up from behind you.
would honestly be really glad if you held his hand that slung over your shoulders y’know
osamu was pretty quick to pick up on his little attraction and had begun helping out with it, in even just little ways.
trading places in seating arrangement and stuff like that. even though he teased atsumu for his little pining.
his thoughts on his crush would be minimal, i don’t see him to overthink things as simple as a fling for a friend.
the only time i could see him overthinking or spending more time pondering about it would either be like:
a. you’re frequently talking to another guy, although this other guy is just friend and it’s pretty clear.
b. you’re being cryptic and rather teasing with your words. walking a fine line between homies and a couple.
in the end, there’s a pretty good chance his light tactics will result in you falling for him as well, just like he’d planned.
his confession actually wasn’t him, it was you.
‘Hey, ‘Tsumu?’
‘That’s me.’ smug
‘I just—You know I like you, right?’
‘Everyone likes me.’
‘I regret my decisions.’
‘Wait, c’mon—yeah, ‘course! I like you too, sweetheart.’
immediate soft
─── miya osamu
honestly, he probably only realized it after you began dropping hints about your own on him.
you hadn’t done anything extravagant, just attended more of your friend’s volleyball matches and supported him and his team.
this was around the point where he started to realize that maybe you weren’t just a friend to him.
he had just recognized that his eyes would wander from the game to the stands where he memorized where you sat,
just even to see who you were watching. more specifically, if you were watching him.
and when he had seen that you were, he could feel himself become happier and more motivated to perform at his best.
osamu is more simplistic and humbled over his brother, and he didn’t really have that much confidence in his game.
he didn’t think ‘oh, i have 0 chance’ but it wasn’t like he was bound to get you. little did he know you were already crushing
in terms of what he thought about falling for his friend, well honestly at first he was just in the mindset that it could go north or south.
either you:
a: reciprocated his emotions 10pts for gryffindor
b: didn’t, and it completely shattered your friendship dynamic and everything was painfully awkward from then on out.
like his brother, he wasn’t one to overthink. i mean, sure. it was bad if you didn’t feel the same way. but it wasn’t the end of the world and he can’t force someone to like him.
but i mean, chances are you’d became official soon after. the miya twins have their ways of charming the ladies :))
his confession wasn’t too extravagant, or too simplistic. it was actually very sweet and thoughtful, how he ended up doing it.
he invited you to walk to and eat at a small café after practice was over, and you couldn’t say no. i mean, why would you ever say no to that?
miya osamu walking you to a small pastry place friday evening after practice. yes.
osamu wiped the little dot of vanilla frosting off of your nose with the pad of his thumb, & you almost melted.
he paid for your order along with his, and offered to walk you home—which you graciously accepted.
and when you arrived at your house, he turned to you and just simply said it without any stutter or real hesitation.
‘Hey, I’m just saying that I like you. More than just as friends, and I’m hoping you feel the same?’
top 10 things you can’t say no to
─── oikawa tooru
LISTEN THIS SCENE SENDS ME EVERYTIME OH MY LAWD—
we all know that oikawa is the certified chick magnet. the constant mention of his diehard fan club is a cute lil’ reminder of that.
which is why it was fairly surprising—even to himself—to find himself attracted to someone singularly, enough to be considered a crush.
he had a girlfriend prior did not end well but crushing and focusing on attempting to win over just one girl was fairly uncommon for the setter.
though pretty rare, that doesn’t mean his charm doesn’t work wonders.
winks, waves, sparkling smiles and jealous stares from the crazy gals, you name it and oikawa has got it going on.
iwaizumi teases him for it pretty relentlessly, possibly lighthearted possibly not we don’t know at this point—
‘I always knew you were a simp.’
‘I am not—Iwa-chan! I am not a simp!’
oikawa tooru is a massive simp when it comes down to it we been knew
he’s one of those slick but cheesy type of people. if you’re sitting next to an empty seat in the cafeteria or in a shared class, he’ll slide right beside you with an arm around your waist.
but he was prepared also with close-eyed grins that give anyone they’re directed to butterflies, and flirtatious calls given to you before he served in games with a wink that made you blush.
whiny moments that somehow ended up as opportunities for him to aimlessly flirt with you, which worked surprisingly well in his favour.
thought wise, oikawa actually tended to think about it more than you’d originally think.
if he had just been left in his room at night or after a practice, he’d volley a ball laying down in bed and just kinda think about how nice it was to like someone genuine.
and of course how nice it would be for them to crush on him back, which he hoped they did.
who tf doesn’t like oikawa though i’d shit my pants if he liked me
his confession was actually a lot sweeter and less oikawa than you would have anticipated from him.
he was walking home from school with you, since you’d both found out you live in the same direction and he could drop you off on the way.
when you reached the gate of your house, he simply took your hands in his and smiled. that alone basically made you say yes.
‘[Y/N]-chan, I may or may not have a little crush on you.. and I’d really love it if you’d go out with me?’
and how could you say no to one of the pretty setters? genuine question like how
In The Darkest of Times, Light Will Find You (Osamu Miya x Reader)
~*~ Author’s note: this fic contains angst and some hints of depression and suicidal ideation. Even if it’s barely mentioned, be careful if you are sensitive towards these topics. ~*~
“There you are.”
Osamu gasped for air. He had run all the way here and up the stairs –it had been a race between life and death.
“There you are,” he muttered to himself as he walked up to you. “There you are.”
And he hugged you tight, so tight that you wouldn’t fall no matter what.
He had found you on a rooftop, under the rain, looking over the ledge that separated you from the plunge on the other side. Osamu saw the city ahead, so far below you two, the city lights shining oblivious to the lives and troubles of the people who populated the metropolis. He held you against his body, warm and safe.
“I found you.”
You sobbed against his chest, silent tears drenching his already wet shirt. He didn’t know what had broken your heart like this, but he would be there for you, whatever the problem was.
He had noticed you were acting different lately. It happened very subtly at first, so when he realized that your smile was missing every day, when you were usually a cheerful person bringing light to everyone’s life, maybe it was too late already.
Like a bird, hiding an illness until it’s too obvious, and by that point it is impossible to cure it.
Osamu didn’t know what to say, how to react. Lately he had been so busy with his business and he barely found the time to check on you. Maybe his head had been too full of food, more so than his stomach.
~~~~~~
You would go every day to his shop to buy onigiri. It had become a tradition between you, since the very first day he opened his business. No matter if the day was hot or rainy, cloudy or freezing, you would show up at the same hour for your onigiri, and he would always be there to serve you himself. No other worker got the privilege of giving you the food.
Every day, you would stay in front of the onigiri display behind the glass. Some days you would take your time, rubbing your chin as you tried to decide which flavor to taste that day; other times you just pretended to hesitate, but you would know since the moment you woke up that you’d have the tuna one, without a doubt; on the rare occasion that you couldn’t make up your mind, you would leave it up to Osamu.
“I suggest salmon,” Osamu would say.
You would press your lips together, not wanting to reject his offer, but he would know from your expression that you didn’t fancy that one today.
“Egg?” He suggested.
You shook your head.
“Okaka?”
You pouted. Osamu sighed and smiled.
“Give me a second. I have the right thing for you.”
Osamu would appear a minute later with a wrapped onigiri. The paper was matte, so you couldn’t see what kind was inside, and he refused to tell you –you’d have to blindly trust him.
He gave you a reassuring smile and a nod and you paid him and left.
The first bite tasted like heaven. Pork and egg. Of course Osamu never failed you.
~~~~~~
“I’ve failed you, ‘Samu,” you sobbed and sniffed, your words barely coming out of your mouth, your voice shaky and frail.
“No… you haven’t. Don’t say that. I have failed you.”
“Don’t ever say that…”
Your voice broke completely and you couldn’t add anything else, breaking down as you desperately grabbed at his shirt. His hands rubbed your back, trying to comfort you.
That day, you hadn’t visited Osamu’s shop. He had missed your presence, of course, but he had assumed you were just busy, maybe travelling.
But throughout the day, as he served other customers and his display got emptier and emptier, he couldn’t stop thinking that in the last days you hadn’t looked well at all.
~~~~~~
You talked often, you always had since the day you had left high school but had refused to lose contact with Osamu. He was your best friend, after all. Life was hectic and your job implied lots of travelling, so you had to rely on your phone to communicate with him. Sometimes, when you were in a hotel room in some strange country, where you didn’t even understand the signs or the TV news, his voice on the other side of the line would comfort you.
Osamu had always felt like home.
One day, recently, he had phoned you in the morning, while you were on a trip to New York. You had heard the phone ringing while you were washing your face and you had tapped your hand around searching for the device. Not looking at the name on the screen, guessing it was your boss, you had answered in a formal tone, pressing a towel against your face in a rush to clean the drops of water.
“Since when are you this formal?” Osamu’s voice said on the other side, clearly holding back a chuckle. “Who do you think is calling you, the Emperor?”
“No, uh… no. I didn’t see the name on the screen. Why are you calling this early, ‘Samu?”
And this time he actually chuckled.
“It’s late in here, (y/n).”
“Uh.”
You rubbed your eyes, still sleepy, unable to wait for the moment you’d finally drink your first coffee of the day.
“Don’t tell me you forgot you’re in New York.”
“Uh. No. Not at all.”
“That’s clearly a yes.”
And even if you couldn’t see his face, you imagined Osamu smiling, as he always did when he caught you lying –because you were the worst liar in the world, and he enjoyed how hard you tried and failed every single time.
You wished you could feel more awake right now.
“So, what are you doing, ‘Samu?” You asked, searching for your moisturizer on your travel kit with your free hand.
“Just closing for today.”
“The shop?”
“Yes, (y/n). The shop.”
His voice was patient with you. He had always been very patient, no matter what you did.
Your biggest treasure, this Osamu guy.
“I guess you haven’t had your coffee yet,” he teased you.
“I could drink three extra big cups today,” you groaned. “How was your day? Did you sell a lot?”
“Yes, the display is almost empty. It was a good day.”
You could imagine him leaning on the counter, taking his cap off, combing his messy dark hair with his fingers. Instinctually, you slid your fingers through your hair too.
“I’m sure it was busy too,” you said. “But your smile never drops before any clients, I wonder how you do it…”
“It’s because I love my job.”
Maybe it was because of how sleepy you still were, your brain still foggy, but you found yourself saying:
“I love how much you smile now, ‘Samu. I love to see you so happy.”
He laughed wholeheartedly, and you imagined him resting his hand on his belly and everything.
“Well, wasn’t I happy before?”
“It wasn’t the same. You didn’t smile as much in high school.”
You heard a content sigh on the other side of the phone.
“I guess you’re right. I can’t complain about my life right now. And you?”
It was an honest question, and you weren’t ready to give an honest answer. Hesitating, you finally said:
“I guess it’s okay.”
You didn’t want to ruin his happiness, to burden him with your problems. You didn’t want to see his smile vanish, but you also wondered, maybe selfishly, why you couldn’t smile in the same way.
To make things worse, there wasn’t one specific problem you could point your finger at. It was more a pile of issues that added to an increasing despair in your soul, one you couldn’t handle no matter how much you tried. Running away wouldn’t fix anything and you were painfully aware, yet you had no other way to cope with daily life.
The bubble would burst eventually.
~~~~~~
At the end of the day, Osamu had phoned you. He was worried that you hadn’t come to his shop and you hadn’t left him any messages either.
He waited for you to get the call, the beeps echoing in his ear. When you didn’t answer, he called again. Nothing.
Staring at the phone in confusion, a growing pressure building inside his chest, he checked your social media profile. The messages you had posted there were gloomy. “I’m tired”, “I don’t see the point anymore”. The point of what? Osamu’s grip tightened around the phone.
He cleaned up the shop in a rush, closed it, and went out to the dark street, under the drizzle, first walking on his way home, then changing his mind, turning around and walking faster, trotting, finally running, rushing to the place where you could be.
When he arrived to the door of your apartment, which he knew well, he knocked on the door while he pressed his fingers against the doorbell. His knuckles hit the wooden surface more and more desperately, but nobody opened. No sounds coming from inside. No light seeping through the curtains.
He phoned you again, and one more time he was faced with silence, only the beeps of the phone answering him.
He tousled his own hair, sighing heavily. Now what?
~~~~~~
He had wanted to ask you out, in high school.
It had taken Osamu a while to gather up the courage to do it, mostly because you were a third year and he was one year younger, and somehow he was iffy about dating someone older than him because you had always been so responsible and now he felt like a rascal in front of you -even if, in comparison with his twin, Osamu was the mature one. He was almost embarrassed to admit that he was as bratty as his brother.
But he didn’t want to lose his last opportunity to ask you out, even if it was the stupidest idea he ever had in his entire life, because you had just graduated and you would move on to college, and yet he was convinced you could still go on dates on your free time. He had missed the opportunity to date you while you were manager of the volleyball team but Atsumu, for once, had said something reasonable and had convinced Osamu that “better late than never”.
“I wanted to tell you something before you go,” Osamu told you, looking at his hands, his fingers fidgeting.
He had taken you aside from the rest of your classmates and had memorized your figure, the last time he would see you in your school uniform.
“I too wanted to talk to you… before I go,” you replied, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear.
A shaky, nervous smile appeared on Osamu’s face.
“Okay, you go first,” he said.
“Yeah. Uhm… Well, listen…” You didn’t seem to find the right words and your eyes wandered around, as shy as his own. “You know I’m going to college.”
“You told me the first time we met,” he pointed out, arching his eyebrows.
“Yeah. Of course. Well… I got a message this morning. I applied for a college in the US and… they accepted me.”
No matter how reassuring your smile tried to be, Osamu felt a punch in his gut. Calm as he was, he kept a straight face while dealing with the torment inside.
“The US,” he echoed.
“Yes.”
“You never told me you applied for an American college.”
“I honestly didn’t think they’d accept me,” you explained, gesturing with your hands. “This was as unexpected for me as it is for you.”
Osamu wanted to congratulate you. He wanted to keep a straight expression, or even smile at you. But all he could do was to stare into your eyes.
“Please don’t look at me like that…” You begged. “I know you’re sad. I’m sad too. I know I promised you to keep seeing each other when I went to college, but… I can’t let this opportunity pass, Osamu.”
Lowering his chin, he muttered:
“Of course. I understand.”
You gave him a worried look, but he didn’t add a single word.
“So… what did you want to tell me?” You finally asked.
“Oh, it was just…” He shook his head. “I wanted to wish you the best in the future. And tell you it’s been an honor to have you as the team manager. And as a friend,” he quickly added. “And I hope we can stay in contact even if you leave for the US.”
You smiled fondly.
“Or course, ‘Samu. We will always be in contact.”
~~~~~~
There was only one other place where Osamu could find you that wasn’t your apartment.
During your high school years, the volleyball club guys and you would often visit a building nearby the school whose rooftop was open to everyone. It was a secret kept inside the team and you would all spend your free time there, enjoying the views, eating snacks and playing jokes on each other. Rumors said that some of the youngest team members would go there when they skipped practice, and one had even been caught once kissing a girl there.
Now, Osamu ran under the rain, hoping to find you there, in the place where you two had spent so many hours together.
~~~~~~
“Congrats on your graduation!” Osamu’s voice had told you on the phone, sounding more cheerful than ever. “When were you planning to tell me?”
“I just got out of the ceremony!” You laughed. “And I thought it was too early in Japan. I was planning to call you later.”
“Aw, come on, you should’ve woken me up at 3 am if necessary!”
“There’s no need to torture you like that.”
Osamu laughed. It was a bright, light laugh that sounded like music in your ears.
“How did you know?”
“Kita told us all. How did he know? No idea, this guy just knows everything. Anyway, I was having breakfast with my girlfriend and he called me and…”
You gasped. Whatever else Osamu told you, your ears didn’t listen to it anymore. When he finally ended the sentence, you remained silent.
“(y/n)?”
“You have a girlfriend?”
“…yes?”
You pressed a hand against your stomach. There was a painful knot inside, but when you spoke, you tried to sound as light as you could:
“And when were you planning to tell me?” You even faked a laugh.
“I thought you knew.”
“I didn’t. Kita never calls me to tell me such things.”
“Damn it. Well, yes, I do have a girlfriend now.”
“How long have you been dating?” You dared ask.
“Two months now.”
“Is she good?”
After a second, Osamu answered:
“Yes, she is.”
“That’s good. I’m happy for you, Osamu,” you said, a tear rolling down your cheek.
For some reason, all your achievements in the last four years seemed trivial now. You looked around, listening as Osamu changed the topic, and you noticed dark clouds appearing on the horizon. There would be a storm that night.
~~~~~~
He ran up the stairs. He tripped, twice. He hit his shin hard and the pain stung, but he kept running, his shoes slipping because of the wet soles. He could hear the rain outside. He climbed faster.
When he finally reached the rooftop, he slammed the door open. On the other side, next to the ledge, he saw a figure standing under that rain that could only be you. He rushed to you, thanking the gods.
“There you are. I’ve found you.”
“I’ve failed you, ‘Samu.”
“No… you haven’t. Don’t say that. I have failed you.”
“Don’t ever say that…”
You plunged your face into his shirt, sobbing, and he hugged you tighter.
“You haven’t failed me, ‘Samu…” You repeated, your voice muffled against his chest.
“Of course I have. I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve called you earlier. You haven’t been yourself these days.”
“I didn’t want to worry you…”
“That doesn’t matter! If you have a problem, you can trust me! I should’ve talked to you earlier. Should’ve asked what was wrong. I…”
He cupped your face, analyzing your expression. The drops on your cheeks didn’t come from the rain, although you were soaked –and so was he.
“I didn’t want to ruin your smile. You are happy now, Osamu… you have everything you could wish for in your life.”
“(y/n)…” He grabbed your wrists, rubbing them with his thumbs. “I can’t be happy if you aren’t happy.”
“Of course you can. You have a successful business, you’re working on your dream job, you have a girlfriend…” You hiccupped.
He furrowed his brow.
“You’re soaked and you’ll get pneumonia if we stay out here any longer. Let’s go inside, come on.”
He pulled you towards the door, but you resisted.
“I don’t care if I get pneumonia.”
Now Osamu arched an eyebrow, questioning your words.
“…were you going to jump? Is that so?”
You didn’t reply.
“Because if that’s the plan, it’s not happening. Let’s go inside, now.”
There was no resisting him, a guy much bigger and stronger than you. Much more easily than you would wish, he carried you towards the door and, once inside the safe building, he closed it, leaving you two in almost darkness at the top of the stairs, only a tiny emergency light illuminating the space.
You pressed your back against the wall, letting all the weight of your body lean on it. Still sobbing, your shoulders shaking, you looked at Osamu, waiting for answers.
“I’m a failure, Osamu.”
“Listen, (y/n)…” He rubbed his own wrist now. “I’ve always considered you an intelligent and reasonable person, but right now you’re only saying pure bullshit.”
You shut your mouth close, shocked at his answer.
“I’m not taking any of it, okay? Whatever your problem is, we’ll handle it, but not with that attitude.“
You pressed a hand against your face, silencing a wail, and your body slid down the wall to the floor.
“No, we aren’t doing this, (y/n). Stand up, come on.” He grabbed you from under your shoulders and pulled you up to your feet again. You felt too weak to stand on your own, so he had to keep holding you. “Come on.”
You leaned against his body, your fingers closing around his shirt, wetting his clothes with your tears.
“Tell me what’s wrong. No filter. No censoring.” He rubbed your arms, slowly spreading some warmth into your freezing body.
When you finally spoke, you spouted everything that had been burdening you over the years, the snow ball that had gotten bigger and bigger as it rolled downhill without a single tree to stop it. You sobbed, ranted, vented your pains and your fears, hiccupped, hesitated, didn’t find the right words, repeated yourself again and again, but Osamu, patient as ever, simply listened to you, rubbing your arms, your shoulders and your back and slowly warming you up.
The snowball got smaller, melting slowly as the rain water dripped down your bodies and your clothes, pooling at your feet.
When you finally became quiet, Osamu breathed deeply.
“That was a lot.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What for? I asked you to tell me. I’m glad you did. Now you don’t have to carry this burden alone anymore.”
“I just ruined your day…” You whispered.
With a sigh, Osamu searched for your eyes.
“You know what ruined my day? Not seeing you in my shop today.”
“Did you miss me…?”
“Of course I did,” he replied, cupping your face gently.
“But why?”
Osamu gave you a pleading look, one that said “that bullshit again?”.
“Why not? You are my friend. Of course I miss you every day.”
“I miss the old days,” you muttered, raising your hands until your fingers found his, still around your face.
“I do, too, sometimes.”
“But you are happier now, and I wouldn’t change that for anything,” you added.
He gave you a look full of fondness.
“Even if you aren’t happy yourself?”
You nodded.
“But I can’t be happy without you in my life, (y/n).”
Again you gave him a small nod. You pressed his hand closer to your face, craving his warmth.
“You will find happiness too, (y/n). I promise. I’ll be there for you, by your side, helping you find it.”
And in that moment all you could think was how much you loved him and how much it pained you.
“Let’s go home. To my apartment, in fact –I want to keep an eye on you tonight. We need to change clothes and get warm or we’ll fall ill, and that’s never a good thing.” He held your hand and walked you down the stairs. “And I bet you haven’t eaten in hours, am I right? Yeah, I’ll cook something for you. Warm bath, then dinner, okay? And…”
“Isn’t your girlfriend home?” You asked with a frail voice.
Osamu stopped on his tracks, looked into your eyes and squeezed your hand.
“We broke up a while ago.”
An awkward silence. You resumed your way down, this time pulling his hand so he would follow you.
“Why hadn’t you told me?”
“It happened that day you travelled to Mexico, remember? When you were so jet-lagged that you talked like a drunk.”
“Wait. You sounded kinda off that day on the phone.”
“Yeah… I called you to tell you, but you sounded so tired and disoriented. And the plane lost your luggage too, remember?”
“What a hell of a day… I’d rather forget about it, actually,” you groaned.
You rubbed your throat –it hurt from crying so much.
“Me too… Anyway, I realized it wasn’t the right time to tell you, and when you called me days later, I assumed ‘Tsumu had already told you.”
“I’d have asked you how you were doing if I had known. Ah, never mind. What happened between you two?”
“I guess she wasn’t as good as I thought,” he shrugged.
“Hmmm.”
“Or maybe I wasn’t as good as she thought.”
“Allow me to doubt that.”
Osamu chuckled.
“So you broke up with her?”
“Hell, no. She broke up with me.”
“Seriously? Well then, if she wasn’t that good… good riddance.”
“I guess so. After all… she wasn’t as good as you.”
You reached the end of the stairs and opened the door to the street. Stopping there, you looked up at the sky: it had stopped raining and the clouds were dissipating, letting the faint moonlight through. Then you turned your attention to Osamu.
“You want something from me, don’t you,” you said bluntly, and Osamu quickly interpreted it as a joke. You two knew each other well. “You only praise me when you want something.”
“Oh yes,” he laughed lowly, rubbing your hand with his thumb. “I want you to stay safe.”
You blinked, and he pulled you towards the right direction, following the wet street.
“Let’s go home, (y/n). And tell me what onigiri flavor I should prepare for you tomorrow.”
“Surprise me.”
“Salmon, then.”
“No. Not salmon.”
“Fussy.”
And his beautiful laugh echoed in the night.
Atsumu, you serve monster
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