Don't Cry [Osamu Fanfic]💫

Chapter 2: Apology

I stood there. Outside the volleyball court. It was pretty big and I've been here a few times for our PE class. But this is the first time I came with a bruise ointment and some bento. I prepared these myself to show him how sorry I am. Or rather, comfort myself that I did my best to apologize.

"Looking for someone?" a voice interrupted my train of thoughts.

I turned around to face the ace of the team. Aran san. "I uh, I'm looking for Miya san."

"Which Miya?" he asked. "Oh wait. Samu? You're the one who bumped his head, right?"

My brain cells died. I do not have any other way to answer the question. I hung my head for the hundredth time this week. "How do you even know that?" I mumbled to myself, loud enough for him to decipher what I'm talking about.

"I don't know it was you but I saw your nametag. Akame san. Which is the one Suna told me about, the bumping scene."

Oh my god, Suna Rintaro talks about me. I'm supposed to be thrilled but why do I feel like it's a bad gossip?

"Anyway, follow me."

"Um no, thanks. I'm really embarrassed right now, to face anyone here. Can I uh, pass this to you? For Miya san," I hold out the brown paper bag to him.

"What's this?"

"I um, I'm really really reallyyy sorry. And Kita senpai mentioned he got a concussion and it left a bruise. So I got him these and make the bento to apologize so I- I um. Sorry," I walk way and started to pick up my pace and run. I do not know where I got the courage to even stop by the court or even talk to Aran. I literally felt like crying.

-In the court-

Osamu chugged down his mineral water. "Samu!" Aran called him out.

"What?" he turned to face Aran who's obviously late to practice.

"Akame san gave you this," Aran passed him the brown paper bag.

"Akame san who?"

"Ah, Chuuya chan's friend. If you look in the mirror, you'll probably remember her."

"Akame Yuuri?" Osamu guessed.

"She said she's really really reallyyy sorry. And she said Kita san told her you got concussion and a bruise. So she gave you this," Aran relayed her message precisely.

"Oh," Osamu nodded. He looked inside the bag and found a bento and a small tube of bruise ointment. "Nice."

"What's this? A gift from secret admirer?" Atsumu glances over Osamu's shoulder. "I want to see!"

"Woahhh," Aran reacted as he open the bento. "A cute octopus sausages!"

"Rolled omelette!"

"Why's the bacon is in + shape? What does that mean?" Atsumu questioned. "Is she Christian?"

"I think she meant the aid cross. Those logos in hospital. She's probably saying get well soon."

"Damn, some cute girlfriend we got here," Aran said. They all agreed. Except Atsumu who's sulking because Osamu got a girl first.

"Not my girlfriend," Osamu said as he put on the ointment.

"Yeah, she's taken anyway," Suna said while scrolling his social media like no one's business.

***

-After school-

"Kuroo kun?"

My long distance boyfriend called me. "Heyyy, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, I guess. You?"

"Yeah, I'm doing good. I'm at practice."

"What? Then why did you call me? Your coach gonna be mad at you-"

"It's okay, Yuuri chan. I won't be long. I just wanted to tell you that my team is coming over to your school next week for practice match."

"Really?" a huge smile crept on her face. "Oh my god. It's been so long. I missed you."

"I miss you too. Alright, Kenma been eyeing me. I must get back. Byeee," he said and waited for me to end the call.

"Byee," I ended.

I skipped away to the bus stop. While waiting for my bus to the agency, my phone vibrated. I took it out to see a message from our group chat.

Chuu chan~ (Chuuya)
Yuuriiiiii

Me~
?

Chuu chan~
Did you apply to be the manager?

Me~
What manager

Chuu chan~
The boys volleyball team duhh

Rara chan~ (Kira)
You did????

Me~
No I didn't, why would I?

Chuu chan~
Saw your name on the list for next week's observation.

Me~
What observation? Details please. I'm getting on the bus.

Chuu chan~
This week, 5 girls are supposed to be the manager. They're looking for the one who really fits for the job. Soooo next week, you're one of the five.

Me~
But why? There must be a mistake. I'll check with the coach later. Thanks for the info Chuu

Rara chan~
But how did your name be on the list? Who the hell put it there?

Me~
ikr

The practice is even longer than it should be. Apparently everyone is not in sync. Her new track is a very catchy song. Thus it is loved by the world. The people who's actually struggling here is the dancers and the singer. Arana Akita is a great woman and I love her. I'm her backup dancer for a year now. She never scold us and even gave us chocolates once in awhile (when we're not supposed to be eating it).

"Break, and then, one more time. Get it together guys, we only have a week until the tour!"

The teachers in my class knew I was recruited as the famous Arana Akita's backup dancer. When I have to go on tour, I sent my homework via fax. Also, they knew they had to keep it a secret since a backup dancer can receive a lot of attention lately.

I also have a tiktok account made by my dance teammates. We shared the account and posted our cover dances. We always wear our black mask given by the agency exclusive for Arana Akita's dancer. Always. Each one of us have different animals printed at the corner of the mask. Mine is a snake.

"Dude, I'm exhausted," Nina whined.

"I'm literally dying. Can't you see?" I exaggerated. My phone vibrated. I opened it to see Chuuya sent a screenshot of Suna Rintaro's story on Instagram. He posted my bento and the ointment with a caption "Samu said thanks to Akame Yuuri san🥰"

My face warmed. What's with the emoji, Suna san?

"Did you just gained energy? Did your boyfriend sent a text or something?" Nina crawled over to look at my phone.

"No, this emoji is... disturbing."

"Disturbing? That's a cute emoji. It's like saying 'i feel the love'. Who's Samu?"

"Schoolmate."

"You gave him bento and and a tube of... toothpaste?"

"It's an ointment."

"Ointment? Is he hurt? Is he someone you care about? Your boyfriend?"

Yes, Nina chan is a busybody. So she knows a lot about me. Even my best friends aren't this busybody.

"No, I caused him to be in pain. Thus, I have to make up for it. That's all. He's not boyfriend."

"Righttt. Your boyfriend is at another school, right? I wanna see his pic, pleasee?" Nina pleaded.

"Um, no. I'm not flexing my boyfriend to single people. It's not fair."

"Okay guys, get back in your position. We start in 5, 4..."