𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑 - 𝐦. 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 | 𝟑𝟏

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it was saturday night. you went to osamu's house hoping it would temporarily take your mind off everything, but it wasn't playing out the way you hoped. he played one of your favorite movies on his laptop and there was only one thing running through your mind.

"he reminds me of atsumu," you quietly spoke, your eyes trained on the male lead on the screen. it was a mindless comment but you regretted it when osamu wordlessly paused the movie and just stared at you.

you sat up slightly, a nervous smile pulling at your lips, "what..?"

osamu sighed softly, "you've got it bad."

you played dumb, and denied that very obvious fact. "no i don't. that's crazy," you retorted weakly, a poor attempt at trying to avoid this conversation as your hands fumbled to play the movie again.

however, osamu quickly paused it, a knowing look spreading across his face as he argued with you, "why are you trying to gaslight me? you already indirectly admitted it."

"well you don't want to hear about it! so let's not bring it up," you defended, playing the movie for the second time.

osamu sighed quietly next to you before hitting pause again. you were about to complain, but osamu cut you off, "yeah, i don't really want to.. but it seems like something has been bothering you lately. is it atsumu?"

you let out a small breath, your fingers hovering over the pad of his computer, but he quickly placed his hand over the sensor to stop you from pressing it again.

you gave in with a scowl, "yes.. it is. but i don't want to make you uncomfy 'samu.." you wanted to tell osamu everything– so much that you had to fight the urge to spill everything right then and there. it was begging you to tell him. but you didn't want to do that to him.

"we don't have to talk about this. it's lame," you defended, trying to swat his hand away, but it stayed over the key pad.

osamu slowly closed his computer, then laid down on his back, rubbing his forehead slightly, "just tell me, y/n. tell me whatever has been eating up at you since this little thing started."

you watched as your friend laid down, covering his face like he was bracing himself.

"no, you clearly don't like this, 'samu. and that's finee!"

"shut up. just tell me."

you were taken aback by his sudden response, though something about it made you compelled to finally say it.

"fine.. recently-"

"everything."

"what?" you stopped, your eyes going wide.

"everything," he repeated bluntly, removing his hands from his face.

"yeah, no. i'm definitely not gonna tell you everything. you told me not to tell you anything."

the boy stayed quiet as he contemplated what to say next. he had told you not to say anything, but he knew you, and you knew you had been dying to tell someone about this. finally he spoke, "well that was dumb. tell me, y/n."

you gave in, letting everything come out. you included all the minor details, all the major ones, all the calls and moments you thought meant something, everything.

it was a long rant, and after you finished the room fell into an awkward silence until osamu finally said something.

"damn," he said gently, processing everything you had just told him.

"yeah, and recently, the day you almost outed me actually, i asked him if i was just some girl he tutored and he said i was more than that, but i wanted to know exactly what i was to him and he said it was complicated," you took a small breath before finishing off your 'summary' for osamu, "so yeah, now i don't know what to make of that."