𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 // miya osamu

Episode 35.5

"You're making me go mad, and I hate you for it,"

Osamu mumbles, making you look at him with a puzzled expression.

"I'm sorry?" You reply, slightly perplexed with his tone.

"I hate it how you make my heart leap out of my chest, how you look effortlessly pretty every day, and as much as I want to get away from your grip, it's like your magnet and I'm a metal instantly attached as soon as I take a sight of you," Osamu started.

"I really like you," Osamu added as he tries to sound as sincere as he can be. 

Instead of actually replying back a response, you offer him a wide smile as wide as you can, not caring about how red your cheeks are.

"I heard you," You reply.

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Both of you walk home together hand in hand just like earlier. You both made up and just like that as if nothing happened. Your walk through your village is quiet, just the sound of shoes hitting the pavement, both of your arms slightly swaying.

"Are you both going to be okay?" You ask, glancing at Osamu pertaining to the fight he had with Atsumu.

He hums in response, "hmm, yeah," He says, still the unsureness in his tone.

As you were about to open your mouth, but thought about it for a second as you glance at Osamu. It seems he knows that he should apologize, he clearly knows he's at fault earlier.

The moment you sight your home, you immediately wish that this walk would never end or just the time to slow down. But, of course, you can't do that. As you and Osamu reached your gate, you both stopped on your tracks, still, your hands intertwined to each other.

"Thank you for walking me home, again." You say, standing in front of him. "and, you don't have to always do it or else, I'd get used to it," You joke as you give his arm a bump with your elbow, letting out a chuckle.

Osamu replies with a smile, "It's okay. I'd be okay if ya get used to it since I don't have any plans to get tired from walking ya home," He replies, looking into your eyes as he rubs his thumb at the back of your hand.

You offer him a smile, "Well, go home now. You need to take a rest," You say, "and, don't forget to change the gauze," You remind him which he nods to.

"Before I go, I just want to ask ya something," Osamu started, a hint of seriousness.

You nod in response, letting him know to continue.

"So, about earlier and the past days, I just want to say that I'm really serious about it–" Osamu started, cutting him off with your giggle.

"Hey, don't worry. I know you're serious about it and I am too," You say, looking at him.

"I just want to say I like you too, and it has been a while," You confess, your cheeks tinted from embarrassment. You stayed silent for a while, exhaling, 

"So, do you like to go–" You ask, once again but now, slowly and more sincere as you can be compared in the first time you throw him the question.

"Wait, I wanna say it," Osamu says with a small frown etched on his face. You let out a chuckle as you nod in reply.

"Would you like to go out with me?" Osamu says with a smile on his face as his cheeks reddened.

You stop yourself from grinning too much at him by biting your cheek. The giddiness you're feeling's overwhelming, the butterflies on your stomach's never been this chaotic and seem like it does not have any plan to stop from fluttering.

"I would love to,"

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Extra, Extra!

Osamu arrived home, with no Atsumu in sight. He walks into the home quietly, taking off his shoes, and goes straight to his room to change. After taking a quick shower, Osamu ruffles his hair with the use of a dry towel to dry his hair.

Surprisingly, The bedroom door opens with an Atsumu full of bandages on his face as well. He continues walking in the bathroom, ignoring Osamu's presence to take a quick shower as well. He lay down on the upper bunk bed, as Osamu place his hands behind his head.

The bathroom door opens, revealing Atsumu with clean clothes on. After he dries his hair, he lays down on the lower bunk bed. The room was silent, a scowl visibly etched on Atsumu's face.

Osamu let out a sigh, "wanna play Mario Kart?" Osamu says, a way of making up with his twin.

"Loser gets to buy the winner three puddings, not in the pack," Atsumu says, a hint of determination on his tone.

"Yer on," Osamu replies, sitting up from his bed as they both set up the console. And just like that, it's not like anything bad happened between them.