Precision | an osamori fanfic

"𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗟 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗡 𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗."
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|______ a story where something soft festers into something else entirely.

𝗠𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗢𝘀𝗮𝗺𝘂 was content.
A quiet restaurant, a clingy cat, and a carefully maintained distance from everything - especially his brother.

Until 𝗞𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗼ya reappeared.
A familiar face, a familiar laugh. The same hands, now older. Now closer.

Their reunion is harmless at first. A few conversations. A few moments that last too long. That warmth in Osamu's chest? It must be normal. Just nerves. Just curiosity.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽.
𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆. 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹.
And Osamu stops caring where the line is - only who dares to cross it.

This was never just about feelings.
Not when it's him.
Not when it's Komori.

𝗧𝗪:
emotional manipulation
slow-burn to unhealthy attachment
possession masked as love
family conflict
angst & tension
obsessive behavior
language
stalking
𝗰𝗮𝘁𝘀 🐾