more than words ﹒ miya twins !

05 ; v. ━

The cafeteria exuded a warm ambiance, a gentle symphony of laughter and soft chatter weaving through the air as you stood in line with your friends. The enticing aromas of steaming rice, savory teriyaki chicken, and comforting miso soup wrapped around you like a cherished embrace, inviting you to indulge in their delightful flavors.

Your friends animatedly shared stories, their voices bubbling with delight, creating a cozy atmosphere that felt like a tender hug amidst the lively lunchtime scene.

As you admired the colorful array of dishes on display-donburi bowls overflowing with flavor, vibrant salads glimmering with freshness, and crispy tempura beckoning you to indulge-you felt a flutter of anticipation in your stomach. Each dish whispered promises of satisfaction, teasing your taste buds with the prospect of a delightful meal.

Just as you envisioned savoring a bowl of rich ramen, a flicker of movement in the distance caught your eye.

There stood Osamu, tray in hand, laughter flowing from his lips like a sweet melody as he engaged with his friends. His composed demeanor radiated a quiet charm, and the way he leaned effortlessly against the counter made your heart flutter like a delicate butterfly. His small smile created an aura that made everything feel softer, more special.

In that enchanting moment, a soft blush spread across your cheeks, warmth rising as you caught sight of him. But when you noticed his friends playfully gesturing in your direction, their teasing laughter resonating like gentle chimes, the heat in your face deepened, your heart racing even faster.

The heat in your face only intensified when Osamu, momentarily caught off guard, began to turn around, curiosity sparkling in his gentle gaze.

Just as your eyes were about to meet, you instinctively looked away, a delightful blend of shyness and anticipation swirling within you, quickening your heartbeat.

The confusion came in waves-what was it about him that made your heart race like this?

The light clatter of trays and the gentle rustle of food packaging filled the air, harmonizing with the sweet flutter of your heart.

Returning to your table, you tried to focus on the conversation with your friends, yet the unexpected encounter lingered in your thoughts like a treasured melody.

Sipping your drink, you couldn't resist stealing shy glances at Osamu, who was now engaged in light-hearted banter with his friends.

Amidst their laughter, you caught him sneaking little glances your way, his gaze lingering just a heartbeat longer than it needed to. Each time your eyes met, a playful spark ignited between you, but with it came a swell of uncertainty.

Did he feel the same? Or was this connection just a figment of your imagination?

His friends watched with barely contained amusement, their teasing evident even from afar. You could almost hear their whispered jests floating through the air, fanning the flame of your rising shyness.

Just as you started to revel in the warmth of the moment, a prickle of unease crept up your spine.

A glance toward the far corner of the cafeteria revealed a figure sitting with arms crossed, his expression darkening as he quietly observed the exchange between you and Osamu. His striking hair stood out against the vibrant backdrop, but his presence remained unnoticed by those around him, blending into the background like a shadow.

Oblivious to the watchful eyes, you focused on Osamu, trying to shake off the faint prickle of unease that crept up your spine.

The cafeteria's warmth wrapped around you, yet there was something unsettled beneath the surface-a subtle tension mingling with the comfort of the moment, a nagging feeling that not everything was as simple as it seemed.

Still, your thoughts gravitated back to Osamu. His laughter blended with the soft hum of his friends' voices, creating a symphony of joy that filled the space around you. Every glance he sent your way, no matter how brief, made your heart race, and for a moment, the world felt smaller, centered on this fleeting connection.

You noticed the way he ran a hand through his hair, his fingers lingering for a moment as if he too felt the weight of the atmosphere.

Time seemed to slow as you lost yourself in the sweetness of the moment. The light banter, the gentle clatter of trays, the scent of miso and rice-it all became part of a comforting blur.

Your thoughts swirled in a dance of excitement and wonder, the anticipation buzzing in your chest, impossible to ignore.

What was happening? The warmth of his presence left you breathless, and though the light-hearted atmosphere around you persisted, you found yourself savoring every second of this newfound connection-clinging to the uncertainty it brought, even as your heart remained unsure of where it might lead.

Yet, with all the fluttering excitement, a tiny tickle of unease danced in your mind, playfully reminding you that not everything was as sweet and simple as it seemed, like a little mischievous cloud teasing a sunny day.