a heart to hold miya osamu [ ✓ ]

do you like me like me?

sunday evening

19:39

"i'm so excited to eat! you
don't know how much i
love eating here! i could
probably eat everything on
the menu since i'm still
tired from yesterday."

osamu chuckled.

miya osamu
"relax there, would ya?"

miya osamu
"you're acting like you haven't
been fed for a week."

"feels like it!"

"who knew playing volleyball
was this tiring."

"i almost fell asleep in the
shower last night and my
arms honestly shake each
time i try to pick something
up."

osamu laughed.

miya osamu
"i saw when you came
over you goof."

"sorry i'm not an ex volleyball
player and a gym rat."

miya osamu
"never said anything."

miya osamu
"but it does help to actually
keep active."

"school keeps my brain very
active so i don't need to add
on physical stress if i'm already
constantly mentally, emotionally
and probably spiritually stressed."

you puckered your lips, raised
your brows and held up a peace
sign to which osamu playfully
rolled his eyes at.

miya osamu
"you're stupid but i kinda like
it so i guess it's okay."

you laughed.

"oh shut up asshole."

the rest of the evening was
spent in a comfortable air,
the feeling of security evident
in yours and osamu's expression
as the two of you soaked in one
another's presence.

it was reassuring, as always, on
osamu's part to see your eyes
on him. to see the way you listened
even with your body and the way
your eyes only searched for him.
your focus was undivded when
he talked, lifting your head to
look at him and taking in every
word that came from his mouth
no matter the topic.

you didn't take your phone out
once, except maybe to take a
couple photos in the beginning,
and kept the environment real.

he liked that you genuinely
wanted to be there with him
and continue to get to know
him. he liked that you matched
his pace with the subtle touch
of each other's finger tips. he
liked that you asked about
him to know about him and
nobody else.

he liked you.

miya osamu
"y/n?"

you looked up from your plate,
cheeks stuffed and slightly
flushed.

he smiled.

miya osamu
"idiot."

your nose scrunched and you
sat straight, continuing to chew
as you covered your mouth
with the back of your head to
try to not laugh.

miya osamu
"i can't believe i was about to
say something cheesy and
you look like a hamster."

you squeezed your eyes shut,
trying your hardest to contain
your giggles as there was food
in your mouth.