Our Germ//UshiSakuAtsu//Mafia AU

🤍 Bonding 🤍

Atsumu's (P.O.V) ~

Osamu sighed and placed his phone down on the bed while giving me a weird ass look. 

"They're friends from one of my classes," he said with a roll of his eyes.

"Like hell they are! Since when has your stupid ass ever been able to make friends and no way in hell could these so called friends of yours been at my job earlier. Not to mention the fact that those weirdos are indoors with large ass hoodies and masks on," I yelled at him, getting more pissed by the second as I noticed they continued to just sit there.

"Tsumu, calm down. They're about to leave anyway, alright?" he said as he got up from the bed.

I watched as the two weirdos stood up in sync directly after him. Once they were standing, I noticed they were a lot taller than they looked when they were sitting on the floor. 

As Osamu began walking towards me to leave the room, the two followed him like a pair of obedient dogs.

When the taller of the two walked past me I reached up my hand to pull the hood back. I only managed to tug it slightly before they snatched my hand away.

Even though they fixed it almost immediately, I still caught a glimpse of silky chocolate brown hair just before it was tucked back under the hood again.

"Tsumu!! That was rude, don't do that," Osamu nagged me, pushing me away from them a little.

"Not my fault they came up in here looking like who did it and why," I replied sassily before I flopped down on my bed to watch the idiot trio walk out of the room.

I was still lowkey fuming from how suspicious that whole encounter was. Like why were they at my job then? 

Maybe I was tripping? 

Nah I recognized that car, I'm not dumb.

I rolled over and pulled out my phone to see if that makeup artist had posted the photos already.

 Opening Instagram, I pulled up the company's account page. I saw that she had already made a post with the makeup process, as well as the pictures of me modeling the final look. 

It already had a ton of likes and comments like always so I guess that was one good thing that came out of today.

I continued going through my accounts, ignoring Osamu when I heard him come back into the room.

"Tsumu?" he said after a moment of silence.

Me being the petty bitch I am, I ignored him.

"Come on Tsumu... Why are you so mad?" he asked in an oddly whiny tone.

I grumbled and pulled a pillow over my ear to ignore his voice before it made me waver in my silent treatment.

He deserved this.

"Tsumuuuu. Stop ignoring meeeee," he whined with his voice sounding closer than before, even through my pillow over my ear.

I said nothing as I fascinated myself with the nice paint on my wall.

I felt his hand touch mine that was clutching the pillow to my head. I ignored it, not even bothering to shake him off.

"Stop being such a brat Tsumu, just talk to me," he said in a pleading tone.

I suddenly sat up and threw the pillow at his head once I was in a complete sitting position.

"What was that for?" he said as he threw it back. 

I caught it before it made contact with my face.

"You're such an IDIOT!" I yelled at him, the anger inside of me suddenly bursting.

"Wha-", I cut him off before he could even get a word out.

"No shut up. Don't you know how worried I was for you? I thought those were stalkers or fucking murderers or something- but NOOOO. I walk in on a couple of hooded weirdos you claim to be your fucking friends. Like what the fuck Samu! At least say something when you bring people over, I didn't even know about these so called friends either!", I yelled at him slightly panting at the end of my rant.

Osamu sat at the edge of my bed with his mouth slightly agape as he peered at me with wide eyes.

"I- I'm sorry Tsumu... I should've told you about them before, they were at your job cause I wanted to be sure you got there safely. They dress like that cause they are... kind of shy I guess you could say", he said in a low voice while looking down at the floor not once looking up at me.

He's being so suspicious right now. This fucking dumbass really thinks he can lie right in my face huh?

"Alright fine, whatever," I said with a roll of my eyes as I flopped back down on the bed, rolling over to face the wall once again.

He didn't say anything else but I heard him shuffling around. After a few minutes, I felt something tap against my waist.

I turned my head slightly to see what it was. 

It was the gold and white game controller Osamu had gotten me as a Christmas gift last year, he leaned over into my line of sight with a grin on his face.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Wanna play?" he said with a smirk playing against his lips.

"Oh, challenging me are you?" I replied as I sat up and grabbed the offering.

"I don't know, am I?" Osamu shot back as he sat down with his black and red controller in hand.

"Okay loser you're on, I call dissection!" I yelled as I hit start.

Even though I was forgiving him for the moment, one thought continued to plague my mind.

He's so getting caught tonight...