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╰┈➤"ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ." | A twist of fate ensnares atsumu's heart, and he finds himself unintentionally falling for you, his brother's girlfriend.
"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦."
"𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢...
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Author's POV
"Uh- I'm..." you trailed off, despreftaly trying to find some sort of an excuse for the blonde as your gaze shifts and attempts to look away from his, "Mr. Miya's maid."
"What?" He asks, clearly confused as his brown eyebrows shifts into a frown, sure it was once in a blue moon since he recently checks in with Osamu- to extend the metaphor.
But he never knew that his own brother would be that lazy to hire a maid- no, Osamu wasn't even lazy so why the heck was it necessary for that silver haired freak to hire you?
Tsumu's eyes began scanning you up and down, he was about to feel suspicious about you- thinking that you were lying but you luckily not, in his opinion of course. Because he way Tsumu sees it, his brother always had this standard, high standards. Tsumu didn't want to be rude, well he's just dumb but you didn't fit the standard, respectfully.
"Y/n L/n, I have been working for Mr. Miya for about a year now." You lied further more with a nervous and forced out smile, hoping that Samu's guardian angel was here to see the great work that you were doing.
"Well then where is he?" Tsumu asks, more like urging you to just tell him already.
"Ah well he's at work at the moment, but you can stay here for a few hours- I'll contact Mr. Miya that you are here." You say, attempting to leave the suffocating tension as you walk yourself to the entrance of your apartment door when.
Atsumu's arm stopped you by blocking the door frame, you flinched slightly before darting your gaze over to the blonde, his eyes hooded by his cap as he looks down at you, the close distance was to die for.
"Does he have a- girlfriend, yet?" The blonde asks with a raise of his eyebrow, although unnoticed by his cap.
You were caught off guard, widening your eyes slightly as you began to feel nervous, your expression looked like a dear caught in red lights.
"If he did, I know Samu will have those girls with big boobs, doe eyes, such a model like face and a nice body!" Atsumu over dramatically explains, he was almost too excited.
Meanwhile, you took in his words seriously, big boobs? You looked down on your chest with a slight defected expression, it wasn't small and it wasn't big either, just the right size, doe eyes? You slowly bring your hand to touch your eye as you began to feel insecure whenever Osamu had chances to look you in the eyes.
Such a model like face? The tip of your finger tips grazes over the skin of your face as you imagined what it was like to be in Osamu's shoes, were you even beautiful in his eyes? Nice body? You bring your arms to hug your own waist as the insecurity and anxiety eats you up.
