One and Only | Osamu Miya X OC

Chapter 16

Arishira's POV:

10 PM:

A wave of excitement washed over me as I read Mom's message. "Sweetie, we'll be home next week. Our business in France is done. See you." The semester break had finally arrived-a much-deserved respite from homework and extracurricular activities. Pure relaxation. But Osamu... his volleyball practice continued, even during the break.

Kira and I sprawled on my bed, the air conditioner humming softly as I adjusted the temperature. Kira was still fuming about Suzzaine's earlier actions.

"I'm so sorry, Ari, for not being there," she seethed. "I would have slapped her! And I swear, if I ever see that-" I gently placed my index finger over her lips.

"Shh, relax, Kira. I'm fine... but I'm worried she'll try to steal Osamu from me," I confessed, a nervous tremor in my voice.

Kira patted my shoulder. "But Osamu wouldn't let that happen. I'm sure."

Her reassurance eased my anxiety, but the nagging worry lingered.

"I hope so," I murmured, forcing a weak smile.

Kira returned to her online game, and then, a message from Osamu popped up.

m.osamu: It's our break.

m.osamu: What are you doing now?

My feelings for Osamu were complex. I still avoided him, a stubborn wall between us, but a part of me recognized my own fault in this. I was being the worst girlfriend.

arishiraaa_haruki: Hanging out with Kira 😅

arishiraaa_haruki: Make sure to drink plenty of water.

m.osamu: Thank you.

m.osamu: If you're not busy, can we meet?

Oh boy. Here it comes.

arishiraaa_haruki: Yeah, sure, if I'm not busy.

Of course, I wasn't busy, but the thought of seeing him made my stomach churn. The image of Suzanne wiping his sweat replayed in my mind, fueling my insecurity.

I was being dishonest. I needed to stop.

Should I talk to him about Suzanne? Open up about everything?

But maybe not. Maybe I was overreacting. Silly me.

arishiraaa_haruki: Okay, we can meet tonight. 7 PM, at the park.

m.osamu: See you, my Ari.

I closed my phone and stared at the ceiling, a sudden realization dawning on me. School presidents were always busy, even on weekends and breaks. That meant...

Suzanne was probably at school too. And Osamu and his team were practicing in the school gym.

Shit.

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Osamu's POV:

6:30 PM

"I'm heading home, Samu. You?" my brother, Tsumu, asked as I changed into my black shirt and slacks.

"I'm meeting Ari," I mumbled. Tsumu waved goodbye as the team filed out of the gymnasium, leaving me alone.

I was gathering my things when the door opened, and Suzanne sauntered in.

"Aw, Osamu, need help?" she purred, reaching for my bag. I stopped her.

"No, I'm good," I said curtly. Her smirk widened.

"You know why I'm doing this, Osamu? Because... you're perfect to hook up with," she said, her voice dripping with arrogance.

Disgust washed over me. What the hell did she just say?

She placed a fingertip on my chest, and I instantly shoved her hand away.

"Don't touch me," I said, my patience fraying.

She laughed, a chilling, confident sound. "I don't get it, Osamu. You're a perfect match for me, but... why are you dating such an ugly bitch?"

Rage flared within me.

"Does she make you feel good all the time? Does she even have time for you? Let's be honest, you're dating an immature girl who can't satisfy you at all."

I pushed her away, sending her sprawling to the floor.

"Don't talk about Ari like that!" I roared, my voice thick with anger. "I love her with all my heart and soul. You have no right-"

She laughed again, and I clenched my fists to control my fury. "Aw, come on, Osamu. I'll make you feel good, hmm? Why don't we head to the bathroom-"

"Leave. Get the fuck out of here," I growled, losing my composure. "Don't make me count."

My glare was a clear threat, and fear flickered in her eyes. She bolted from the gym.

I grabbed my bag, walked outside, and smoothed my hair. That girl was pushing me to my limit.

I was still reeling from her insults. I love Ari-physically, emotionally, mentally. Love isn't about mere physical satisfaction; it's about trust and understanding.

Ari is beautiful to me, makeup or no makeup. She doesn't need to change for anyone; she's perfect as she is.

I couldn't wait to see her. It had been too long. I understood her studies kept her busy, just as volleyball consumed my time.

I wanted to talk to her about the spring tournament, about that fucking douchebag wiping my sweat, and how she might have misunderstood.

I'm usually emotionless, a poor communicator, but with Ari, I'm different. She's my sunshine. I was ready to open up.

My phone buzzed. A message from Ari. Our photo, a cute couple shot, was my wallpaper.

arishiraaa_haruki: I'm at the park.

to be continued.