a heart to hold miya osamu [ ✓ ]

rising volleyball star

saturday morning

11:34

good morning

i'm assuming you're gonna
be asleep until 1 in the
afternoon

im going to the gym

i'll probably be back by 1
and if you wake up earlier
than that then just come
over and we can work on
our project

 
14:01

HAHDODHSHSJSHD

good morning osamu !

i'll be over in 45 minutes
🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

_

the door swung open and
you were greeted by yet
another shirtless osamu
with his hair still dripling
wet.

your face exploded in a
blush and your hands were
smacked onto your face.

"w-what the hell!"

miya osamu
"whadda ya mean what the
hell?!"

miya osamu
"was i supposed to leave you
there while trying to find what
shirt to wear?"

he scoffed lightly and took
a hold of your wrist to tug
you in.

miya osamu
"stop acting like i'm completely
naked."

"h-half osamu! you're half
naked!"

miya osamu
"like i said, it's not a big deal."

"it is, okay?! just stop going
around shirtless! it embarrasses
me!"

he turned to you to make sure
you could see him mock your
words.

you scoffed and shoved him,
his body tensing at the heat
of your hands.

miya osamu
"no need to get handsy."

he took hold of your wrists
and held them up, his grip
firm which made it hard for
you to pull away.

"samu!"

you pouted and looked up at
him, your bottom lip jutted out.

he furrowed his brows and smiled
a little, shaking his head before
he let you go and turned away to
head to his room.

miya osamu
"i'll go grab a shirt, just hold
oㅡ"

miya atsumu
"oh! bub! you're here!"