One and Only | Osamu Miya

Special Chapter- Merry Christmas

12/25/24! Merry Christmas everyone!!

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Arishira's POV:

"Kira's on a Christmas vacation in Germany with her parents," Atsumu mumbled, a slight frown creasing his forehead.  I was currently at Osamu's house, having helped his parents prepare the Christmas Eve dinner.  With the cooking finished, I was relaxing in Osamu's room when Atsumu popped in.

"It'll be alright, Tsumu," Osamu reassured his brother, a gentle smile softening his features. Atsumu returned the smile, a brief flash of brightness before he waved goodbye and closed the door.

Today was December 24th.  I was so glad my parents had the day off tomorrow; it meant I could celebrate Christmas with them.  The Christmas spirit was definitely in the air, a warm, fuzzy feeling settling in my chest.

"My love… do you want any gifts? I'd like to buy you something," Osamu said, his voice soft and tender. I thought for a moment, then shook my head.

"Well, spending Christmas with you and my parents is already enough for me, my love," I murmured, and he smiled faintly.  I didn't want to disappoint him, though. If he really wanted to get me something…

"Fine… you can get me some hair accessories and a few new pairs of white socks," I said, and Osamu chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. He nodded, his eyes twinkling.

As for me, I already had a present for Osamu. I'd bought him a new pair of kneepads and elbow pads; his old ones were definitely looking worn.

"My love, it's only 3 PM. We should get some sleep," Osamu reminded me gently. I nodded, laying down beside him as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

"I'll be here, alright? Get some sleep…" he whispered, his voice a soothing balm.

 
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7 PM:

"Osamu… my love?" I whispered, nudging him awake.

"Mhmmm?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Come on, my love. We're going to the park, remember?"

Osamu yawned, stretching before sitting up. I fetched a coat, pants, and a pom-pom beanie from his closet for him.  After he'd changed, we went downstairs, asked his parents for permission, and headed out into the crisp evening air.

We reached the park quickly, the snowy landscape a breathtaking sight. Osamu cleared a patch of snow from a bench, and we sat down, watching the snow fall softly from the sky.

I looked up at the sky, closing my eyes as the first snowflakes landed on my eyelashes.  Then Osamu gently cupped my chin, tilting my face towards his.  He leaned in, his face inches from mine, and the world seemed to shrink, focusing solely on the space between us. The anticipation was electric, a tangible hum in the air. His lips brushed against mine, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down my spine.  It wasn't a demanding kiss, not a passionate, breathless grab, but a gentle, reassuring touch, a silent affirmation of our connection.

His lips were soft, warm, and utterly familiar. The taste of him – a subtle blend of mint and that uniquely Osamu scent – was comforting, grounding.  The taste mingled with the clean, crisp taste of the snow, a perfect contrast to the warmth of his embrace. My eyes fluttered closed, surrendering completely to the moment, to the feeling of his lips against mine, the gentle pressure of his hand on my cheek.