Thunder Thighs ( Osamu Miya x OC)

Chapter- 12 Finding Her

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Lilith slammed her head against the bar. Her heavy eyelids fought her as she tried to flutter them open. Hanamaki uncomfortably cleaned out the fridge while watching his manager trudge her way through the opening chores.

"Ummm, Lil?"

"What's up?" she groaned while trying to force her eyes to stay open despite the sheer exhaustion pummeling its way through her body.

"I don't want to pry or anything but..you look like shit."

Lilith glared at Hanamaki's blank face. "I am sure there were nicer ways to say that."

"Yeah, but you're a straight shooter, so I didn't think you needed me to sugar coat it."

"I wish I could be mad at ya, but," she put every ounce of her nonexistent energy into lifting the tequila box up onto the shelf, "I'm dying!"

Hanamaki jogged over and took the box out of her stubborn hands. He was much taller than her, so he easily slid it up on the shelf. "Thanks," Lil chuckled which made Hanamaki ask, "I've seen you throw men around three times your size. Since when does a box of tequila kick your ass?"

"Since I'm working three jobs. Speaking of," Lilith pulled out her phone to see the time. She grimaced, "shit, okay I gotta head out."

"Head out? You aren't working here tonight?"

"Nope. I just stopped by to help Phill out since I noticed he was falling behind on orders. When he comes in, can you tell him I left Yumi's birthday gift in his office, the schedules have been fixed so that the new hottest isn't paired with Sheri since she's a fucking mess, oh! and don't forget to remind him that his 17th anniversary with his wife is coming up next week."

Lilith ripped her grocery clerk shirt up over her head, and Hanamaki was frozen as her big breasts nearly bounced out of her sports bra. There was a zipper straight between her tits, and that curious dumb side of his brain simply could not comprehend how zippers worked for he was sure behind those clasps was heaven's gate.

The angel on his shoulder slapped the shit out of him hard enough that he was just able to stutter, "u-um what are-e you doing?"

"I don't have time to go home and chance between jobs, so," she slammed her head through a tiny crop top that showed off her epic rack along with the twin dimples adorning her lower back, "thanks for coming to my Ted Talk! Gotta run now!"

As Lilith ran off to make it to the club on time, Hanamaki pulled out his phone and grumbled, "Ted Talks show titties now??"

He was so engrossed in his search for PornHub sponsored talks that he wasn't sure when exactly, but a few very loud patrons wandered in and pulled him out of his desperate quest to find Ted's Secrets.

"Makkkkkkki~!"

"Dear god I know that voice." Hanamaki lifted his eyes to see Toru Oikawa...skipping...across the bar. It would have been weird to see the very tall grown man skipping, but it was made less weird because he had his girlfriend strapped to his back. Okay, maybe it was weirder? Maki wasn't sure because having just seen Lilith's near-naked top half and now seeing a half-naked Gwen koala holding onto Toru was honestly too much for a random Tuesday night.

Iwaizumi's expression matched Hanamaki's as he sighed in annoyance at his two idiots making fools of themselves again.

Osamu smirked at recognizing that particularly exasperated expression since Akaashi wore the exact same one every time someone flirted with Bokuto. "Ya gonna stop 'em?"

"What's the fucking point?" Iwaizumi shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "If I pull her off, Shittkawa will pout, and then I'd have to beat the hell out of him which is not productive at all."