𝟐𝟏 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 → 𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘮.

16 (m/s) obliviousness.

Obliviousness.

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"Good, Inarizaki and Seijoh will be sure to assist in that manner," Osamu threw you an assuring smile, one that could be deceiving too.

"I have another question though." All eyes framed on you.

"Why did Itachiyama need money? And when and why was I brought into the equation?" You asked.

"Well-" Hajime cleared his throat.

"—Itachiyama, a while ago went broke. Their leader, who is now dead—"

"Murdered," Makki butt in.

"—Yea, Tsukasa Lizuna, known as the 'Gambling King', gambled all of their saved money, which later led to his death."

You nod innate questions spilling from your mouth hastily.

"Who killed him? Why'd he die?"

"Fukurou boys. Robin, in particular, crazy bastard," he replied muttering the last part.

Osamu watched as you expressed a face of controlled shock.

"Why's he called Robin?" You inquire.

"Where do I start," Iwaizumi begins.

"Fukurou boys— they started as a group of delinquents, though all come from good families. Bokuto, as you know as Robin, was quite the influence on the rest," he continued.

"What'd he do?" You probe.

"He'd rob people. It's ironic, I know, but that's what he did, and the others did the same, earning names for themselves," he answers.

"He told me himself," he added.

You hum in acknowledgment, averting your attention back on your little interview of the sort.

"Anyways-" Your eyes meet Osamu's who held a serious expression.

Looking away, you continue, " Why did you all change your plans on killing me?"

"It's quite deceiving to have you all suddenly switch up after the occurrence of the party," You add.

"Even you Osamu," You give him a quick look.

"What is it that you truly want?" You finally ask.

The boys all sat back, Hiro tapping his foot, Issei cracking his knuckles and Osamu boring his eyes into you, Hajime doing the same.

"Your help," Issei lied.

You shrugged unconvinced, the feeling of uneasiness clouding your opinion on the situation.

"Whatever, imma go now," you say standing up heading for the exit, annoyance radiating off you. Why couldn't they just tell the truth?

Osamu gets up following you out.

"Yer all a'want." He starts. "Y'were with someone who put yer life on the line, n'for someone to do that to someone as precious as ma' girl? I want em' dead," Osamu continues as you near your car.

"You want me now that I'm alive Osamu," you laugh comically as he stood in silence.

"What if I hadn't had gone into the room that night?" You continued.

"There would be no us, Osamu. Get that straight. It's too quick to be real. You're too fake to be real. You're all probably gonna kill me once you get what you want," You huff exasperatedly.

"Stop fucking lying to me like Kiyoomi," you state.

Osamu stalked up to you as you instinctively move back and soon your back hit the window of your car.

"I wouldn't be fucking with a girl I didn't like," He cupped your chin in his palm.

"N'I ain't want ya dead, that's the difference between me and that crappy guy," he muttered truthfully, looking away.

As much as Osamu tried to do his duty: to make you fall in love with him, then use you to kill Kiyoomi, you had a charm that was slowly making him fall too. He didn't know though, he just thought he'd grown fond of your company over the time you'd spent together.

Thinking to yourself quickly, you decide, "Fine. I'll believe you," You finalize still unsure.

And with that he kissed you, butterflies filling his chest.

Once you both pulled away, fervor was spreading through you- coursing through every system in your body.

"I like you too by the way," rolled off your tongue, giddiness and innocence evident in your eyes.

Was it his heart speaking again? When did he tell you he liked you.

Instead of reacting accordingly to his thoughts, he gave you his ever so charming smile, one that made you shrivel up inside from timidity.

"Of course you would," his smile transitioned to a smirk,

"I'm Miya Osamu," he teased.

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