Same Page | Miya Osamu x Reader

~Chapter 18~

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"Mmm..." Your murmuring waking up voice squeaked out.

The surface that you slept on was unbelievably soft. You never had a pillow that was this soft before. A sense wakes you up. Food. Yes, you are hungry. It takes a while to adjust your eyesight, though the surroundings look pretty dim in light. As you were ready to sit up, probably you're on the couch because you are laying on your stomach, something blocking your way. Almost immediately, you could hear something, no, someone murmuring.

What the heck?

The next thing you heard was the breathing, not yours, but someone else. The tighter something blocking your way, which is by your back, the more it feels like an arm wrapping your tiny figure. The nervousness inside you started to build up. You had no choice but to confront whoever the person is.

A slap by the person's face was able to wake the person. A groan came out from the person as the grip loosen up, breaking you free. You take the opportunity to turn on the lights and stay as far away as you can from the person. You took a weapon, which is the umbrella, that is the closest thing you could get, it's not a bad weapon anyway.

"Who the f*ck are you doing in my house!" You exclaimed, aiming the umbrella right at the person like a katana. Good thing that you watched Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer) beforehand, or else you wouldn't know how to even use a katana or a weapon that's likely a katana. Wait, nevermind, they need a breathing form to be able to use their katana.

"Ow... Sweetheart?" That person spoke.

Wait, sweetheart? Only Osamu was the one who called you with that nickn-

"O-ohh..." Realisation finally comes to you. You forgot that you had a study session with Osamu earlier. "I-I'm sorry, Osamu... for waking you up."

'Wait a minute. Does that mean the soft surface I lay on... was Osamu's chest all along?' The thought shot to your mind. Looking at Osamu's position, he had his back laying on the couch. So most likely, you are laying on his chest. In another word, both of you might be cuddling.

Cuddling, huh? That is not what a best friend would do, except for being the same gender.

"What's the problem?" He asked, sitting up in the process.

"Math problem- I mean, you are the problem."

"Huh, what happen- ow... Did ya slap me earlier?" He gently rubbed his cheek, the side that you slap on.

Feeling afraid that he will be mad at you, because his frustrating face tells it all. You fidgeted your hands on the umbrella and slowly nodded, didn't dare to make eye contact with him. "Y-yeah, gomen..."

He sighed, continued rubbing his pain cheek. "This is the second time you slapped me, ya'know. And I didn't know you had that much of a strength."

Regretful feelings flashed upon you. You make it up to him by going back to where he is and gently caressing his cheek for him. "I'm sorry... I forgot that you're here."

Osamu's face softened, a soft chuckle came out. "Kiss it."

"What?"

"Kiss my cheek." He grasped on your small hands, circling his thumb on it.

"Why?" You asked cluelessly with a puzzled look. It's out of nowhere when he said that, which is why it was confusing.

"Kisses make everything better." He explained, an apparent smirk on his face.