born to die , miya osamu

his first love

[26 june, wednesday]
10:13am

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

you had followed osamu's instructions and had moved in on sunday, despite it being SUPER inconvenient for you. as expected, osamu and you lived separate lives at home, only seeing each other during meals. however, even during meals, the two of you didn't speak at all and just ate in total silence.

you were disappointed since you were pretty sure the rest of your marriage was going to be this miserable.

currently, the two of you were having breakfast together, in silence, since today was the day of your engagement photoshoot.

your father had arranged an engagement photoshoot to release some pictures to the public, so that people could be aware of the marriage.

although the two of you had tried disagreeing, your father had basically FORCED the two of you to do it.

after breakfast, the two of you got into your car and made your way to osaka castle park for the photoshoot.

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

osamu wasn't lying when he said that you would act like a happy couple in public. the moment the two of you stepped out of the car, osamu's hand immediately found your waist and he guided you to the photoshoot spot.

no doubt he was just putting on an act for the paparazzi, but it felt refreshing to not have to hide your relationship, although it was just an arranged marriage.

the two of you soon parted ways to get changed into your respective clothes. the dress your mother had picked out was honestly ethereal. it was a floor lengthed off shoulder silk dress, which hugged your curved perfectly. osamu on the hand, wore a white button up shirt, with two of the buttons unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up.

when osamu saw you, he stared at you for a while, before looking away nervously. you found it weird, but brushed it off as the two of you got ready for the shoot.

everything was already set up by the time you changed so you stood in front of the camera. osamu awkwardly stood next to you as the photographer adjusted the camera.

photographer
"okay are yall ready?"

the two of you nodded nervously. you were pretty sure neither of you knew what to do, what pose either of you should be doing. so, osamu threw up a peace sign as the camera flashed. the photographer took one good look at the picture and sighed.

photographer
"you two look stiff. mr miya, this
isn't a graduation photoshoot. you
don't just throw up a peace sign. it's
your engagement photoshoot, please
act in love"

you could feel osamu stiffen next to you

photographer
"mr miya, put your hands on her
waist. ms l/n, wrap your arms around his
neck"

the two of you did as instructed, facing each other and wrapping you arms around one another,

photographer
"perfect! now stare into each others
eyes, and mr miya tilt your head down
a little"

osamu adjusted himself until his face was right infront of yours. the two of you were standing so close that you hear his breathing, and if the two of you stood any closer, he could hear how fast your heart was beating.

osamu stared straight into your eyes, and you tilted your head a little to look up at him. his eyes kept flickering between your eyes and your lips. just then, a flash could be heard and the picture was taken.

photographer
"amazing! see it wasn't so hard now
was it?"

when you heard the photographer's voice, the two of you immediately broke apart and cleared your throats. for some reason after that moment, the photoshoot came naturally to you two.

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

everyone who knew osamu knew that love was never his priority in life. many things came before relationships, like his studies and volleyball. the number of girls he had talked to, excluding relatives and teachers, could be counted with one hand. honestly, many thought he would end up alone. however, there was this one girl who was an exception.

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

flashback....

it was the second day of high school at inarizaki. osamu was running late to school since atsumu and their parents had spent the entire night arguing. since atsumu wasn't in the mood to go to school, osamu decided to walk to school instead of asking the family driver.

although he was already late, he still decided to grab a cup of coffee, before running into school. as he was trying to find his first class, he accidentally bumped into a girl, and spilled his coffee on what seemed to be a limited edition dior bag.

osamu was frantic into trying to clean up his coffee but the girl just laughed and said that it was alright.

miya osamu
"i'm so sorry for ruining your bag,
i can pay you back for the damage
and the mess that i made"

???
"no! it's no problem really, you
don't have to"

miya osamu
"but that bag is really expensive..
how can i repay you?"

???
"don't sweat it okay. maybe you
help me with my homework one
day... miya osamu"

the girl read of his name tag. she smiled at him before turning in the other direction and walking off to class.

osamu never caught her name, and he didn't find out until she showed up as his brothers girlfriend, and that's when he found out her name was y/n l/n.

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authors note
peep the osamu lore 🤗🤗 guys next chapter is the wedding chapter hooray 🎉 sorry for this super wordy chapter i hope yall still enjoy it though and rmb to vote and comment if uw to!!

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