le castellet was pretty in the morning.
you were awake in the perfect hotel suite, overlooking the racetrack on one side and the small commune on the other. it was chilly now that the sun was barely up.
you were wearing osamu's shirt over skimpy underwear, sitting on top of the fluffy covers and trying to capture the peachy orange of the sky at this hour on your phone.
"good morning to you too", the man next to you yawned, lazily wrapping an arm around your waist from behind, "slept well?"
the bell to your room rang. and osamu was nearly about to sit up in a state of panic till you kissed his forehead.
"calm down, i ordered coffee", you assured and then got off the covers.
but then the door swung open and in front of you stood tori sakusa.
"what... wow", her eyes widened, gaze shifting from the shirt to the numerous hickeys that it barely covered.
you immediately got out of the room and closed the door behind you, clearing your throat nonchalantly.
"good morning nee-chan"
"don't 'nee-chan' me", she scoffed, "who the hell is in there with you?"
"how are you even here?"
"the guy at the reception told me you came up here"
"i hated that guy from the beginning"
"WHO IS IN THERE?"
"no one", you shook your head vigorously
"no one?", she gasped, "how stupid do you think i am? it's osamu miya, isn't it? the guy can't keep his eyes off you for one second"
you absolutely froze at the accusation.
was he that obvious? were you that obvious?? and what the hell were you gonna do???
"y/n-chan!!", the man that came to your rescue, unexpectedly, was bokuto koutarou.
the platinum haired man walked towards you with a wave, evidently looking like he'd got back from a morning run. he was wearing work out gear and there was a sheen of sweat on his pretty face.
"kou-chan!", you waved back, silently pleading for help.
he seemed to understand, because he internally panicked for a bit before hastily moving close enough to you to place his hand on your back.
"i thought you were still asleep", he covered for you, immediately implying that said room was his room.
you tried to look all shy, as if you'd been caught out and tori narrowed her eyes at you. she then looked at bokuto, eyeing him with interest.
"y/n, i assumed... you were a redbull supporter", she said smoothly, "guess not"
"kou, this is my sister tori"
"koutarou bokuto, nice to meet you", bokuto shook hands with her and then winked, "can we keep this between us please?"
tori nearly looked flustered by him, wanting to enquire further but failing. because bokuto had that kind of effect on people.
"tori!", the other man that came to your rescue was your bodyguard and your sister's man, "let's go, we're late"
tori smiled at her boyfriend and then nodded at the two of you, leaving hesitantly. still unsure of what to think.
as soon as she disappeared out of sight, you hugged bokuto, "fuck, thank you, thank you so much"
he laughed as he hugged you back, "don't mention it. long time no see, sakusa-san"
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