𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 // miya osamu

Episode 5

OSAMU

"Samu, I won't be walking with you and Tsumu home today,"

(Y/N) calls me with her usual smiley face as she makes her way to my table as I tidy my things.

"Okay, but why?" I ask with my usual monotone voice.

I was not really planning on asking it, but my curiosity just kicked in and made my mouth open and let out the question.

"I'm walking home with Yuji, today,"

Yuji? Who's Yuji? You're choosing Yuji over me?

Words I wanted to say but, as per usual, I just kept quiet and let out a nod.

"Okay," I say with a nod as I look into her eyes.

"Okay!" She says, cheerfully. Waving goodbye at me as she walks to the door as assumingly, Yuji's the pink-haired guy outside waiting for her.

I let out a sigh, standing up and make my way out.

"Samu, where's (N/N)-chan going? Isn't she walking home with us?" Atsumu asks me with furrowed eyebrows as he casually struts inside the room he's not assigned with. "And, who's the pink-haired guy?"

"She's walking with a friend," I answer, sliding my arms on the straps of my bag, "His name's probably Yuji," I added as I walk slightly ahead of him out as he follows me.

"Eh?" He says with a whiny tone as he prolongs the last syllable. "I thought we're her only friends," He added with a pout.

"Aren't ya jealous?" He says, nagging me again.

"Why would I be?" I ask with a scrunched face.

"Well, firstly, ya like her right?" Atsumu started which I just stayed quiet. "And, since ya like her, sho–" Atsumu gets cut off as Suna walks in between us as he wraps both of his arms on our shoulders.

"Who likes who?" Suna says.

I fucking swear Suna's the most eager to hear every gossip from anyone.

"Samu likes (N/N)-chan," Atsumu says nonchalantly with a childish giggle as if I didn't just warn him not to tell anyone.

"Wow, what a time to be alive! I badly wanted to hear that to conclude my speculations," Suna says with a smirk, "And, I'm right," He added with a proud smirk.

I stare at the both of them, narrowing my eyes at Atsumu, "You're such a tattle-tale," I say with a hint of irritation.

"What?! He knew it from the start! What's so wrong about it?" Atsumu says.

"Because Suna's a tattle-tale too," You say lowly, "I won't be surprised if (N/N) would just ignore me tomorrow," I added which left the two dumbfounded.

"Wow, ya really like her," Suna says as Atsumu looks at me with his mouth covered with his hands.

"Is it that obvious?" I say, shyness taking over me as I scratch my nape.

"It's really not the time to be shy, but yes," Suna says as his palm came in contact with my back.

"Yeah, it's pretty obvious," Atsumu chimes. "Remember that time when she wants to learn a new recipe she just watched online–" Atsumu started, waving his hand to get our attention.

"What, what?" Suna says with an excited tone.

"This guy," Atsumu says, pointing at me which I just swat his finger, "just walk out of the house after (N/N)-chan asked her about it," Atsumu says with a chuckle,

"And fuck, he's actually busy that time!" Atsumu says with a chortle which Suna just glances at me with a knowing look.

"Shut yer trap," I reply, feeling my cheeks hitting up from embarrassment. "I'm just concerned, okay?" I added, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, right," Atsumu replies with a sarcastic tone.

"Oh, and I remember something too!" Suna exclaims, waving his hand to Atsumu, gaining his attention.

Letting out a wheeze, Suna continues on, "R-remember when," Suna starts, trying to hold back his laughter.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Suna!" Atsumu exclaims, slapping his back with a laugh.

"Okay, okay," Suna says, breathing out which I just roll my eyes at their antics.

"Remember when it was just the first week of school and Osamu badly wants to talk to (Y/N) but he was so shy, he literally asked a dumbass question," Suna says, wheezing which also made Atsumu laughs out loud.

"Yeah? fuck the both of ya!" I complain, pointing fingers at them.

It was embarrassing all right, and even I, myself wants to forget it,

     I was standing behind the library shelves, taking a glance at her. As I used to and until now, I describe her as chaos hidden in an angelic face. 

"Oi, when did ya become a stalker?" Suna whispered at me, making me jump out of fright.

"Don't come to me like that," I complained, taking a glance back at your figure seated on the table near the window as you continue reading.

"Is that (Y/N)? Why don't you talk to her?" Suna asked as he nudged his elbow to my side.

"go away," I responded. But, my response did nothing to Suna. Suna did immediately realized how I like you. Since you're basically best friends.

"Then, I'm just gonna talk to her," Suna says confidently, walking your way.

Before you can stop Suna, he reached the table of (Y/N) and eventually point a finger towards you after trying lip reading what he's saying.

I groan to myself and realized I can't really do anything already. I walk to her table, standing beside Suna. Obviously, as soon as I reach her place, my mind went totally blank. I glanced at her with a small smile which I unusually do as I lick my lower lip, wetting my dry lips, still my mind blank.

"He has something to say," Suna said with a huge grin as he nudged my shoulder secretly.

I rolled my eyes at him for pulling me into this situation, 

"do you– do you fondue?" I blurted out the first phrase I remembered. And at that moment, I badly want to disappear.

My cheeks turn crimson red, embarrassed about the situation. 

"That was your fault in the first place!"