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by eyereinerr

by eyereinerr

just one little question. no stress.

the girl ran her tongue over her teeth, trying to seem inconspicuous as she approached miya osamu, eager to get this over with.

the scene played out flawlessly in her mind:

step 1: ask him the question
step 2: wait for him to say no
step 3: leave

and with this heavily detailed plan of hers, crafted with the precision of a 10k piece puzzle and armed with her mammoth sized vote of confidence in herself, she went to town on execution.

but ofcourse as it had to happen, as soon as osamu turned to face her, mildly confused when he heard her clear her throat, the mammoth came crumbling down till all that was left of it was a goddamn moth. fuck the vote of confidence bro.

an amused expression crossed osamu's face, probably wondering to what he owed the pleasure of being confronted by a very normal, nothing special student who's so socially invisible even her reflection forgets to show up in mirrors sometimes.

she swallowed, why was he sculpted better than a greek god? it was NAWT helping her cause in the slightest. the hesitation was making her want to chicken out.

now don't get me wrong, she loved chickening out of hard situations as much as the next girl.

but as the self proclaimed bet-winner, the undefeated queen of "i totally got this", there was only one thing more embarrassing to her than losing a bet- losing face while trying to avoid losing a bet.

fuck it lets do it

"you wanna go out with me?"

osamu blinked, his expressionless face made her wonder if he'd even heard her in the first place. she was just about to repeat her question but he spoke before she could.

"sure"

the blind faith in her so called meticulous plan must've deafened her for a solid second because her lips curved up in a satisfied smile and she excused herself, "that's okay, it's chill, it's totally fi-"

then she paused mid sentence, finally having processed what he had said as her heart dropped just a little. a small frown replaced her smile as she turned back around to face osamu, "wait what did you say?"

"i said sure"

huh..?

panic slowly settled in and she choked out a nervous laugh. his words kept repeating in her head over and over, hitting her like a bus.

no scratch that, hitting her like a high speed train driven by an alcoholic divorcee that flipped over, crashed into her brain and exploded into a million pieces of regret.

this was not supposed to happen. he was supposed to say no, why wasn't he reading her mind and following the script?

the girl forced a smile, her face contorting unnaturally, like a robot trying to pass as human while she tried to conceal her internal turmoil.

she couldn't date miya osamu, she barely even knew the guy, except that he was really good at volleyball and had a knack for looking effortlessly cool while he made the rest of humanity feel awkward and unworthy of his presence. also that he was the resident hottie.

im gonna kill myself

yup that's y/n, you're probably wondering how she ended up in this situation.