𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲-𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 | Miya Osamu x Reader (discontinued)

➳ 09

No way in hell was the girl letting her friend go without stuffing him with food as if he was her imaginary friend and she controlled him like a puppet however she desired. Not that he was complaining of course, since he enjoyed food more than anyone. Time was running by at lightning-speed ; maybe too quickly even, as if the clock was about to explode from all the speed. Simply getting fed by this ruthless troublemaker felt like heaven, like a signal that God had sent him personally.

Was it fate? Or was it coincidence that he stumbled upon this lightbulb?

No answers ; yet he didn't one. That weight that was constantly pounding on his heart suddenly lifted whenever he saw that girl. Was he always like that? Why was he feeling like that? Was it love? Questions and questions, yet all answerless.

He was this close to her, yet there was this thin invisible wall, as thin as paper, getting in his way. Did he know everything about her? Of course not, they just met. Yet he had this feeling that he did ; it was a war between his heart and mind. It was like a tempest in his soul, all foggy and without a precise end. However, it wasn't negative ; he enjoyed that feeling of not knowing everything about her, of mystery, of chasing behind her.

This feeling of closeness, yet such vast distance appealed to him. He was completely under her charm ; wrapped around her finger as he craved for more of her sweetness. All his anxiety and worries just flew away with the wind with each second, bits and pieces vanishing with the breeze.

He hated admitting it, but he felt like jelly whenever she was in his sight, smiling cheekily. It was like the floor acted as waves under his weight...He felt like he was about to pass out from this warm and addictive feeling in his heart. It was uncommonly bizarre for him.

That small fire that lit up in his blood-red muscle whenever he saw or heard Y/n's voice warmed up his entire body, from head to toe, gradually getting hotter and larger, taking up every inch of his corpulence. He simply happened to waltz into her life, as smoothly as an Olympic skater slides on ice elegantly. That quote that the girl used on the Friday evening,

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." by Oscar Wilde,

he wanted to know what it meant deep in his heart. And he had the sensation that this care-free little human was going to help him attain his goal.

He was in a love dream. But just how much was it going to last?

How much was this fantasy of his going to last?

It was the afternoon on a Saturday, when Osamu finally woke up from his deep deep slumber. Never has he woken up this late, but last night he stayed up with the girl on the phone, talking about nothing and everything until seven in the morning ; it was a bad idea since he now only had three hours left before six, which was when they were all supposed to meet at Y/n's house for dinner and to stay over. So what was he doing still sleeping in his bed like an absolute idiot? He didn't know ; but he knew his twin will come soon enough to scold him and beat him up, like he always used to. Waking up always was a difficult task for the one and only Miya Osamu, and being pressured to get up on a Saturday is even worst ; especially by his loud and overly-energetic twin, Miya Atsumu.

"Get the fuck up!" The blonde one shouted, throwing his twin off of his bed.

"Fuck off, lemme sleep..." The younger one groans, holding his brother's leg tightly as if he wasn't ever going to let him escape.