𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

(viii) foosball

"we are going to the first place we see", you told osamu, who only nodded in approval.

he opened the door of the car for you, after which you set off immediately along the well lit street of the tiny island.

"you look hot", he stated randomly, running his fingers through his hair while one hand sat firmly on the steering.

"i know", you shrugged, keeping your eyes open for any place you wanted to go to.

the streets were happening this time of the day. it was just about when the fine dining restaurants were closing up and the night life was springing alive.

people were dressed up, walking along the streets much like the two of you. some had definitely pre-gamed hard but that only meant they would pass out early too.

some moderately drunk people whistled as they saw the car you were in. it was definitely an eye catcher.

you caught a glimpse of bright lights and loud music a little way off inside a narrow cobbled lane so you asked osamu to stop. the car was parked effortlessly and you got out, walking towards said location.

a weird kind of excitement formed within you. you didn't know what it was. but you were so ready.

osamu's arm was loosely holding your waist to keep you close to him. not that you could go that far from him anyway, owing to your designer heels from hell.

the club you eventually did enter was a place on the corner of a street. you'd passed it in the afternoon and it was a quiet restaurant then-but it was since changed, tables set aside and music loud and lights sparkling.

it was a little different than the clubs you'd usually opt for in the sense that the entry fee was cheap and there was a lack of dress code. it was a place where you were least likely to find someone that knew both of you.

the place was noisy like all clubs are, people yelling about different things. there was a bar counter that stretched across one whole side. and on the other end, there was a pool table along with a foosball table.

you and osamu might've been reasonably peaceful with each other so far but when looking at any kind of game, your brains were hardwired to become competitive freaks.

"pool table", you pointed involuntarily, watching as a few people around the table finished up a game.

"foosball", osamu argued, pointing to the smaller unit that was surrounded by a bunch of loud, testosterone soaked guys.

"pass", you scrunched up your nose, "why? you can't play pool, miya-san?"

he snorted, his arm around your waist tightening as he led you towards the pool table.

you were gorgeous, he was aware. and his gaze casually went to all the guys that had been staring since you'd walked in. issuing a silent warning.

"don't you want a drink first?", osamu questioned

"you can drink if it'll help you lose your focus", you smiled, "get me a mojito or something. i don't wanna drink yet."

he left you by the pool table as you began to arrange the billiard balls in the proper order. you leaned back against the table as you saw him wait at the bar counter.

then you saw a girl with platinum blonde streaked hair and a killer figure approach him. close. a little too close. leaning in as she spoke.

then you watched osamu turn to her. then he laughed. talked to her for about ten seconds before he looked back at you. the girl looked at you too, smile strained before she backed off.