bet too far *ೃ༄ miya osamu x reader

4. smooth

"i said sure"

WHY
WHY WOULD YOU SAY SURE

the task had been fairly simple, ask miya osamu out, pray to god she doesn't fall victim to public humiliation and laugh it off when he declines.

NOWHERE in her masterplan mind map did y/n remember putting 'he agrees and i win the bet'.

osamu tilted his head, "hello? earth to..?"

wow he doesn't even know my name

"y/n, l/n y/n"

"miya osamu"

"i know"

okay that was the stupidest thing y/n could've said in this situation. but atleast he chuckled a little so its fine right?

wrong. because by this point she was willing to bust her head open, take her brain out, dip it in bleach and put it back in just to forget whatever the fuck that was.

she did a quick 3 second countdown to compose herself and looked back at him, but osamu didn't even seem fazed.

here she was, trying to play it cool while her stomach was doing backflips and her heart was staging a full on protest and he didn't. even. seem. fazed.

her life had become a circus she hadn't even auditioned for. how refreshing.

don't even get me started on the fact that she had no idea what to say to him except maybe, "uh.. you like sports?"

it was all too much, even for her expert level of pretending to be normal. so what did y/n do? she used her einstein IQ to shut the fuck up.

turns out osamu also had an einstein IQ because he used it to state the obvious, "so we're dating now huh"

all y/n could do was blink at him. this level of aggressive nonchalanting felt borderline illegal.

he was unbothered, moisturised, in his lane, thriving while her entire nobody-knows-me streak at school was about to be flushed down a toilet made of volleyball nets and grey hair dye boxes.

the worst part is, by now the students in the classroom were starting to notice y/n's raging foreign presence. some were even looking at her like she was a new student (?)

ok relax, im y/n, im okay

yep she's y/n, she's totally okay.. totally okay... totally okay

TOTALLY OKAY

y/n is totally not one more student giving her the is-she-new-here look (when she's literally been in this school forever) away from performing a lobotomy on herself.

she glanced at the doorway to see if yuki was still there and had somehow figured out what was happening.

spoiler: she had. because obviously the universe had some personal vendetta against y/n and she was royally forbidden from having nice things.

fuck this im out

y/n decided her best bet now was to improvise. so improvise she did, making use of only her finest intellectual braincells.

"you sure you want me? i have bpd"

"you're too pretty to not have bpd," osamu smiled and she swore she almost had liver failure. if she could bottle that smile up and sell it on ebay she'd be a gazillionaire by now.

well, there goes that
should i tell him it's just a bet?
no but what about free snacks?

"you know what, i'll be right back," she held up a finger and excused herself, passing by a highly amused atsumu on her way out.