sakuatsu ❤fluff!❤

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So this is some major fluff, but its kinda short, I'm so sorry, I'll update more later - love author-kun
                                                                           
omi's pov

The way he walks with the confidence like nothing in the world can stop him. He looks like a god. His smirk shows nothings going to bring him down. His strong, stock body weaves in an out of my thoughts. Always moving, fidgeting, pacing, shivering with anticipation. His fake blond hair makes him look one of a kind, and his eyes, his eyes.

His eyes are the color of honey, with a hint of gold, and swirls of mahogany. His eyes are like glass panels, I can read every emotion, through those deep pools. His never ending cheerfulness is not loved enough. How can one person be so optimistic? His body, his eyes, his hair, his personality.

Yet he also is a child. They way food is shoveled in his mouth, momentarily taking the appearance of a hamster, before its gone and more Is shoved in. They way he whines and pouts if he doesn't get his way, they way you have to watch him 24/7 (never give him a knife, learned from personal experience). Always skipping and fighting with the annoying 'samu' .

He's perfect.

"... You like him." Komoroi exclaimed after my description.

"no I don't, you're being stupid" I say.

"no one notices those things that you do! You love him!" Komoroi yells after me.

"haha very funny" I mutter, I am not in love with miya Atsumu.

                                                                              
I'm sorry it was so short, but I think we can all agree omi omi's lying to himself.
Anyway have a wonderful night (idk why but night is the best time to read wattpad, or very early in the morning) love y'all
- author-kun