Yay So Hyped For Ur Event Meeya

osamu x reader

wc: 600 i thibk

it’s late, the kind of late where the streets outside are quiet and the sky is painted that deep navy blue that comes right before black. the shop is technically closed, but the lights are still on, casting a warm glow over the wooden counter and cozy chairs. you’re sitting on one of the stools, chin in your hand, watching osamu move around behind the counter like he’s done this a thousand times.

because he has.

“you sure you don’t mind me hangin’ around?” you ask, even though you already know the answer. it’s a question you throw out just to hear his voice.

he glances over his shoulder, one brow raised. “d’ya ask me that every time just so i’ll tell ya to stay again?”

you smile. “maybe.”

he shakes his head, but there’s the smallest grin tugging at his lips as he turns back to the rice cooker. he’s got his sleeves rolled up, forearms dusted with bits of rice and sesame. it’s quiet for a bit, just the sound of him moving around and the soft hum of whatever old jazz song he’s got playing in the background. this place is his, every inch of it, and you like being here because when you’re here, it feels a little like you’re his, too.

he finally sets down a fresh plate in front of you—two onigiri, perfectly shaped. “try these,” he says, leaning on the counter to watch your reaction.

you bite into it and tilt your head. “hmm… secret recipe? or are you just trying to impress me again?”

“yeah,” he says, clearly pleased. “thought i’d try somethin’ different.”

you chew slowly, savoring it. “samu, this is unreal. you’re gonna have people lining up just for this.”

he shrugs, but the tips of his ears are pink. “yeah, well… ‘m glad you like it.”

you glance at him, your heart doing that quiet little stutter it always does when he looks at you like that—like you’re not just another customer who stuck around too long. like maybe he’s been waiting for you to stay.

you set the plate down and rest your arms on the counter, leaning a little closer. “you know,” you say softly, “you could probably close the shop and still feed me every night. i wouldn’t complain.”

he snorts. “you plannin’ on freeloadin’ off me, is that it?”

“maybe,” you tease, nudging his arm. “but only if you let me help out sometimes.”

he looks at you for a second—really looks at you. then he says, a little quieter than before, “you already help, y’know. just by bein’ here.”

your throat feels tight all of a sudden, and you duck your head to hide your smile. he’s not the kind of guy to say things like that often. when he does, it always sticks.

he walks around the counter, standing beside you now, and taps your leg lightly with his knee. “c’mon. help me close up. then i’ll walk you home.”

you hop off the stool, brushing crumbs off your clothes. “deal. but only if you promise to let me come by tomorrow.”

he pauses in the middle of wiping a table and turns to you, eyes soft. “you don’t gotta ask.”

and maybe it’s not a grand confession. maybe it’s not a dramatic moment under fireworks or in the rain.

but it’s enough.

and when you leave the shop with his hand brushing yours, with leftover onigiri in a paper bag and the promise of another quiet evening just like this one, you think—this might be the start of something really, really good.

@inloveinsickness i’m dying omg

bus pal!sae who started taking the bus because he didn't want to waste gas going to his gym.

bus pal!sae who sat in the first row in hopes that no one would sit next to him.

bus pal!sae who’s plan failed because you sat next to him in a rush.

bus pal!sae who paid no mind to you until he felt a weight against him. bus pal!sae who couldn't believe your audacity to fall asleep on him.

bus pal!sae who didn't wake you up, which turned to be a huge mistake when you started awake in a panic thirty minutes later.

bus pal!sae who watched you panic when you asked if the stop to your university had already passed. who watched as you dejectedly sat back down in your seat, accepting your fate.

bus pal!sae who wasn't as surprised when you fell asleep on his shoulder again the next day.

bus pal!sae who woke you up this time. bus pal!sae who’s heart fluttered a bit when you endlessly thanked him.

bus pal!sae and you who fell into a routine. you who would always fall asleep on him, and he who would always wake you up.

bus pal!sae who didn’t ride the bus once for some reason, who listened as you lightheartedly scolded him for abandoning you.

bus pal!sae who never skipped his ride after that.

bus pal!sae who caught himself looking forward to see you everyday.

bus pal!sae who decided that he wanted your number. but bus pal!sae who would always miss his chance. either you fell asleep too soon or rushed out too fast, your thank you's left in your trail.

bus pal!sae who forced himself to hold you back and grab you by the wrist before you left the bus.

bus pal!sae who finally got your number.

also, bus pal!sae who never told you that his stop was before yours.

a/n:- everybody say thank u jazz for inspiring this!!

I HAVE A FEELING YOUVE GOT RVERYTHING U WANTED SND URE NOT WASTING TIME STUCK HERE LIKE MEEE UR JS THINKJNG ITS A SMALL THJNG THAT HAPPENED THE WORLD ENDED WHEN IT HAPPENED TO MEEEE

me and sakusa on my birthday

it was a tie neither of them won…

sakusa and osamu are currently fighting outside miyas kitchen bc osamu feels like sakusa replaced him in my top selfships…(WHICH I HAVENT.)

How Id flirt/meet? my hq selfships different au (lwk still similar ngl..): pt.1

Hinata

setting: the beach

how: i see how sweaty and hot he looks on the beach playing so i buy myself and him a coconut that they sell on the beach with the straw and then a spoon so u can eat the flesh after you drink the water, Id just awkwardly walk up to him while he’s taking a breather, hand it to him and walk away. Later he finds me after a game n trys to thank me in broken ass portuguese and i dunno what he’s saying so i just replied in spanish.

Osamu

setting: The bar

how: makes small talk with him at the bar, he tells me abt his shop, he asks me to dance (smau can dance idc atsumu can’t.) and i grab his biceps to get down from the chair drunk to care (trying to fight the urge not to chomp on them.) We’re on the dance floor and he notices how flirty i’m getting n doesn’t know how to act (his ears are RED.) anywho somehow we end up at miyas kitchen eating onigiri till the late am. (now we’re married with 15 kids.)

Kuroo

setting: Tokyo - Bc of tokyo sims.

how: Kole asks me if i could ask anyone on a date so i say sure. I see kuroo and i stop in front of him (cameras are following he’s lwk nervous LOL.) i’m like taking in how fine and tall he is and now im nervous. Anyway i ask him “Do you want to go get something to eat rn?” and he’s staring at me lwk doesn’t know if he should be shocked or weirded out but he knows it’s tokyo sims so he says “why not.” and shrugs and so i take his arm. (MIND U HE WASNT EXPECTING ME TO LEAVE WITJ HIM AFTET HE SAID YES, he thought it was just for show.) but he just went with it and we went out for drinks n food.

suna

setting: After one of his games.

how: fan signing, obvi i’m a fan for this man. Anyways he sees i have his jersey on and he’s lwk flatter? (i dunno.) I ask him to sign my jersey on the back near his name (ofc he agrees LOL.) anyways so to get like a steady hand he grips my hip (unintentionally.) to write his name (im freaking the fuck out bc fine shyt is GRABBING ME.) i turn around to face him (im red in the face i get red easily.) and i just say “uhm thank you suna.” and walk the fuck out. It doesn’t register why i freaked out until kamori tells him why. So when he heads home he’s HOPING i tagged him in a post about him signing my jersey (ofc i did.) so he can text me to apologize, This leads to him finding my page and stalking me on insta (he’s now nervous.) I wake up to find him liking my story of the picture i posted with me and the jersey on, and a dm from him (im winning.)

confession. i make extra blogs with usernames that i think r cool just incase i ever want to change my user 😇😇

more geto with piercings

i love randomly posting on my instagram a crazy absolutely drop dead gorgeous model casting worthy photo of myself every once in a while to remind my followers im not some weird teenage girl and im actually super awesome

— slow burn for friends to lovers˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

aaaa slow burn man, enjoy LOL

delicate hugs, but they linger longer the more both of you do it

"why are you staring? is there something on my face?"

gently pushing their hair behind their ear to see their face better

handholding where your hands are intertwined tightly with theirs

late night calls where one of you accidentally falls asleep

them reading you like an open book, especially knowing when you're going through difficult times

"i can't imagine who i'd be without you in my life"

wanting more physical affection yet you don't want to overstep

yearning to constantly be in their presence

platonic sleepovers that somehow ends up with you waking up with their arms around you

buying matching jewelry, but it doesn't mean anything right?

getting extremely worried when they get physically hurt

memorizing their coffee/tea order so you can buy it for them every morning

"you're so oblivious aren't you"

accidentally staring a bit too long at their lips

watching your favorite movies together

singing your favorite love song to them as if you are truly dedicating the song to them

"you drew stars around my scars" (cardigan by taylor swift)

feeling like your complete self when you're with them

sharing each other's clothes (especially hoodies)

hearing rumors that they have a crush and desperately hoping that it is you who they are crushing on

the urge to confess to them whenever you see them, yet you fear losing them

"what are we to each other?"