Text Me Spiker

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"Oh, Y/n, hey." He greeted.

You carefully lift his mother's arm, as you nodded in his way. You bowed in front of his mother.

"Thank you for the talk Yua-san, see you later, and uh, you too, I guess. Well then, please excuse me."

"Wait." His hand locked on your wrist, stopping you from your tracks, "Let's chat for a bit." He said, not making any eye contact with you.

"Was my hearing wrong when you said the photoshoot is almost starting?" You asked.

"No, but-"

"I'll leave you two alone, Osamu you dumb problematic child, behave. Go all out Y/n." Yua sprinted out after she said that, you sigh.

Shitty day after all.

"I'm sorry." He let go of your wrist, he shook his head, probably ashamed of himself.

"Where'd ya get it?" Your voice wasn't in its usual tone. Colder than before.

"This may come out rude but get what?"

Osamu isn't the type to get nervous around girls, for god's sake he owns a restaurant, having conversations with different types of costumes and nothing seems to go on right phase with you. With you, it's different, you make him nervous and it wasn't even your intention.

You on the other hand didn't feel anything, you were empty. Talking to him was nothing new but consider the fact that he grew up a pair and talk to you was quite brave of him.

"The nerve."

The silence could be deafening. Hell, it was awkward, the Y/n he used to know disappeared. She wasn't jolly nor talkative like before.

"I—"

"So you were saying?" There's no hint in your voice, though your tone brought that feeling out, "Well? Are ya in the middle of playing voice chase inside yer head?"

"I wanted to say—"

"Y/n." Sakusa appeared, pulling Y/n by her hand completely ignoring Osamu.

"It's starting, get your retouch." They left Osamu.

It's been years, there's nothing to talk about rather than work-related, the tension and pressure grew in Osamu, it's impossible to talk to you again.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi huh?" He mumbled, heading to the area.

★★★★★

"Hold this, chin up, yes baby you're doing great!" The photographer couldn't hide his excitement, his eyes are were sparkling.

"Oi, watch it." Sakusa glared, Kenji and Keiko copied him also glaring at the photographer. Keiko and Kenji were tangled in each of his legs.

"Nuh, uh, I ain't havin' that attitude in here, get moving boy, you're next." The photographer sarcastically remarks, snapping his fingers.

"Tsk. Boys go there and guard Ma." The twins nodded running in your direction, you were currently looking at the photos.

"Formation A!" The twins shouted in unison. Keiko force you to carry him while Kenji was hesitant to touch you.

"Go on. I won't mind." You sent him a small smile, Kenji didn't return it but he wrapped his arms into your leg.

"All of your photos look good! We'll make sure the advertisement goes well!" You slightly smile.

"Can I have a request?"

"Sure darling, tell me."

"I want to have a family picture with Kiyoomi after everything's done with the players and all."

"It'll be our pleasure!"

"Thank you... If you need anything I'll be right there."

"Alright!" You took Kenji, lifting him to carry both of them in your arms.

"Ma! Lookie there, its 'Samu! He gave me good onigiris, let's go talk to 'im! He's nice!"