bet too far *ೃ༄ miya osamu x reader

3. bet

"okay hear me out alright?" y/n said, which is usually a sign that everyone should immediately stop listening.

"y/n-"

"no listen, what if when people jump into the sea, the fish are like 'theyre aliens-"

"y/n-"

"but WAIT cuz then that also means that the ufo sightings and all, like the bermuda triangle isnt just a mystery vortex thing. its a fishception. like we ARE the fish for some other extraterrestrial species-"

"y/n-"

"but then bermuda triangle would mean we're fish on fish so our fish would be their microfish-"

"y/n let's make a bet"

y/n paused, slightly taken aback by the suggestion but yuki had to think of something to interrupt.

because this is how it always started- with a "hear me out", a glint in y/n's eye and a slippery slope straight into a three hour ted talk about intergalactic conspiracy theories.

even after two years of them being best friends, yuki still couldn't understand if y/n was a misunderstood genius or just a really enthusiastic lunatic.

all she could do was marvel at how this girl made utter nonsense sound plausible.

to be honest the way she rambled without a break was a skill in itself. it was endurance. she could probably out-talk a used car salesman in a cage match.

y/n blinked, "what bet?"

yuki bit the inside of her cheek, she hadn't thought that far yet, "ill tell you in a sec"

y/n skeptically raised an eyebrow, "fine, and if i win?"

now this was a question yuki could answer, "i'll treat you to lunch after school for a week"

"girl didn't you run out of pocket money like two days ago?"

"yeah but i stole from my brother so we're good"

"may i ask what are you planning to do when he finds out and wages war on you?"

"if he finds out y/n, if"

"okay then, what bet?"

yuki smiled, eliciting a groan from y/n. smiles are theoretically supposed to be reassuring but her's was downright diabolical.

"what are you planning this time?" y/n very unhappily asked.

"oh nothing much," yuki said innocently, which was code for everything much.

yuki's smile grew wider and more evil which only screamed one thing at y/n: trouble is coming and i have front row tickets to watch it.

"you're gonna ask miya osamu out"

y/n's eyes popped open, "ask who out?"

haru, who was sitting next to yuki and previously too busy scrolling on his phone, snorted and leaned back in his chair, watching the two girls with renewed interest.

"miya osamu? about yay tall, grey hair, volleyball team?" yuki clarified, holding her hand up to some arbitrary height like that would help. and then as if that wasn't enough, she proceeded to mimic hitting an imaginary volleyball in the air.

like y/n needed any extra clarification about who THE miya osamu was.

"has a twin with equally damaged hair," haru unhelpfully added, "who by the way, was in this classroom like two seconds ago"

"no i know who he is-"

"perfect, no issues then! let's go to his class," yuki giggled and stood up from her seat, about to step out. but y/n yanked her back down, "woah wait are you dumb?"