a heart to hold miya osamu [ ✓ ]

to hold a hand

thursday night

23:32

"s-sorry!"

osamu shook his head.

miya osamu
"no, it's fine. omi told me
you were here but i didn't
expect you to come to my
room."

"i-i d-didn'tㅡ i didn't k-know!
becauseㅡ because i sawㅡ"

you took in a shaky breath
to try and ease your nerves
and the tears pooling at
your eyes.

is it okay to cry with a face
mask on?

"whenㅡ earlierㅡ um! iㅡ"

you ducked your head down.

"i'm sorry!"

miya osamu
"r-relax..."

miya osamu
"it's fine, i was awake..."

miya osamu
"what did you need?"

you scrunched your face up,
trying to inhale properly so
that you wouldn't sniffle.

"b-blanket... please..."

osamu hummed and took a
step forward, gently moving
you aside to make his way
out of his room.

he knew you were crying
just by the way you were
standing and how small
and unstable your voice
sounded.

he knew he was the reason
you were crying, too. he
knew that what suna said
was probably true.

osamu was sure he hurt you
by ignoring you and then
here you are forced to see
him without any answers
or preparation.

he wasn't ready to face you
just yet but he didn't want
to leave you crying by
yourself at night because
he was scared to give
you his heart.

maybe you didn't want it
anymore.

maybe just a sorry would
be enough and you could
move on.

he grabbed one of the warmer
blankets and handed it to
you who still had your head
down.

if things were normal, he'd
know how to comfort you.
he'd pet your hair and tell
you everything was gonna
be alright, maybe even
give you a hug.

but he wasn't so sure if
he could be so close to you
anymore.

"t-thank you."

you sniffled and he sighed.

miya osamu
"did you eat yet?"

you shook your head.

"i'm not hungry it's okay."

he knew that was a lie.

miya osamu
"i'll cook you something
to eat, come on."

you hugged the blanket to
your chest and obliged,
following him to the kitchen
and sitting yourself down at
the dining table.