Haikyuu Imagines

Tying the Knot (Osamu)

"Osamu, what're you–"

The gray-haired boy knelt down, his nimble fingers finding your shoelaces.  "I don't want you to trip," he grumbled.

"Awww, are you worried about me?  If you like that much, you should just marry me," you teased.

Osamu shot back to his feet after tying a perfect bow.  "Oh?  How many people are we inviting?"

The two of you burst into a laughing fit–Osamu throwing his head back and you whacking him with your head on his shoulder.  Now matter which way you looked at it, the two of you seemed like a couple.  

Snap!  Suna caught a picture of the oblivious pair and smiled at the blurry shot. 

"What are you?  The paparazzi?" Atsumu demanded.

Suna shrugged.  "I mean, I think it'd be nice if they had a montage of pictures at their wedding.  They're already planning what flavor cake they want," he gestured ahead.  

The other players laughed at his comment.  It wasn't often the boys got a day off from training, and they insisted on spending it at the mall with you, their patient manager.  Your arms were now wrapped around Osamu's bicep, and he pointed to a clothing store with floral dresses on display.

"Didn't you want a new dress?" he looked at the store window.

Your grip on his arm tightened.  "I, um, don't think I look good in dresses.  I'm more of a jeans gal, you know?"

Osamu smiled.  "I also know you're a food gal.  Why don't you and the guys grab some food at the food court?  I'll join you after I use the restroom."

You waved to the gray-haired twin, oblivious that he'd dragged his literal other half away to the shop that had caught his eye.  He was immediately drawn to a dark blue dress with small white flowers printed across the front and ruffles along the sleeves and neck.

"This is so Y/N," Osamu grinned.  "'Tsumu, can you hide this dress for me after I buy it?  I want to give it to her for her birthday next week."

The blonde smiled at his brother's expression.  Growing up, Osamu had always been the quiet one, never really showing much enthusiasm for anything other than food.  But after meeting you in high school, everything changed.  The setter had watched his brother go through a metamorphosis.  Suddenly, Osamu was smiling when he spoke.  He was always around you, either arguing over controversial foods or agreeing over your hate for pickles.  The blonde knew his brother like the back of his own hand, more than aware of Osamu's feelings for you.  

"Are you going to confess to her when you give her the dress?" Atsumu demanded.  "It's been months, 'Samu!"

The gray-haired boy clamped a hand over his twin's mouth.  "Announce it to the whole world, will you?"  But Osamu shook his head, releasing his hold on the setter.  "I'm just her friend.  Friends don't confess."

Atsumu laughed before shaking the life out of Osamu.  "Yeah?  Well, friends don't flirt the way you do either," the blonde aggressively whispered.

Snap!

Suna held up his camera and pointed to the dress.  "Hurry up and buy that.  Y/N is getting worried why you've been gone so long."

A week later, you were helping clean up after an intense practice session.  All the boys were dripping sweat, and they had planned on going on for another hour or so, but with the darkening storm clouds outside, you wanted the boys home before the weather got worse.