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↳ 「 osamu miya 」 ␥ 宮治 .ᐟ

⤦ wc ⨾ 611

⤦ cw ⨾ no pronouns used, mentions stress baking, kind of hurt to comfort, i forgot how to write.

“what‘s wrong?” his voice, a soft murmur peppered with specks of concern, loud enough to be heard above the monotonous whir of the white fridge placed in the corner of the kitchen.

He rushed to your side, dropping everything, and calloused hands came into contact with your clothed back.

Despite wearing a thick jumper adorned by a delicate dusting of pills, an attempt to protect your skin from the sad bite of the cold, you could feel his fingertips surging small waves of heat through the dense material of your jumper.

Osamu had just come back from work. It was 12am—fridays are always busy for him. A thin layer of salty sweat coated his skin, reflecting a slight glow. He did not expect to come back to find you, a flushed face graced by a sad trail of tears, standing in front of a tray of burnt cookies.

You took in his smell—a subtle sweetness seasoned with the aroma of roasted seaweed—while you let out a soft sniffle.

Within his presence, the previous sense of panic has dissipated into thin air—every breath he drew out matched the melodious rhythm of your heart.

“Stress baking again?” he asked, his head leaning in closer as his eyes trailed the cookies spread out atop the counter, an ugly black furnishing the uneven edges. His hand never left the small of your back.

Your lips pursed into a thin line as you shook your head in agreement. Stress baking, again.

Osamu was tired. Every muscle in his body yearned for sleep—screamed for it. Anyone would be after working a 12 hour shift in a busy restaurant on a Friday.

The hand previously stitched onto your back removed itself—and you felt naked in the aftermath. Your head turned, eyes trailing his figure. He made his way to the fridge.

“What—what are you doing?”

“What do you think?” he turned around with a toothy grin, his arms hugging a few ingredients. “We’re baking cookies,”

You blink at him, furrowing your brows. “But you—“

“I’m craving some cookies,” a tired smirk etched on his lips as he approached you once again. He handed you the butter and sugar and went off to get the rest of the ingredients.

With a confused sigh and a soft sniffle, you measured out the ingredients into the mixing bowl previously laying in front of you and began whisking.

It was quiet for a while, until you felt warm breath fanning your neck and a pair of big arms wrap around your torso. His nose, now brushing the crook of your neck, sent shooting stars down your arms. His toned chest was against your back.

“Hey—“ You began, but he cut you off right away.

“We’re about to make the best cookies—ever” he mumbled into your neck, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion. It was genuine.

Your eyes soften with a bit of water dampening them, guilt seeming to make its way into your chest, almost swallowing your heart whole. Making cookies after a 12 hour shift wasn’t the best way to wind down.

“I’m sorry you’re…you shouldn’t have to come from a busy day at work to bake some cookies“

He raised his head from your neck, arms still lazily wrapped around your waist, fingers intertwined and resting steadily in front of your stomach. “Hey, you better not be crying! I don’t want salty cookies,” he replied, pointing at the bowl in front of you with his head.

Osamu miya loved you dearly, and he was willing to prove that—even if it meant making cookies at 12am—because if it’s with you, he’d do anything. If it’s for you, he’d do everything.

@kameyyy

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cw: alcohol use, smoking

She’s drunk, sitting cross-legged on his bedroom floor. The tips of Atsumu’s knees brush against hers. He has a dying lighter in his hands and a poorly rolled joint between his lips. He doesn’t get it lit until his fifth try. Her head spins.

She watches through half-closed eyes as Atsumu inhales, and then tilts his head back to blow smoke up towards his ceiling. The smell of it combines with his heavy cologne. Watching his hands grounds her.

“Here,” Atsumu says, and he lifts the joint towards her lips. He doesn’t wait for her response before he’s placing it between her lips, holding it delicately with two fingers. She inhales like she was told to, and Atsumu hums. “You look so pretty like that.”

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Atsumu doesn’t say things like that to her. He shouldn’t. It makes her throat tighten up and her skin prickles. “Tsumu,” she drunkenly slurs, pulling her knees up to her chest, “don’t say things like that to me.”

“Yeah?” he says, smoke billowing from his mouth as he speaks. “Why not?”

She’s not drunk enough to feel embarrassed. She thinks that maybe she will be in the morning, when she remembers that this is real, and her words hold weight. “Cuz it makes me want to kiss you.”

Atsumu doesn’t say anything for a while. He doesn’t say anything for so long that it makes her think that she made a mistake. Her eyes find the ground, and her cheeks grow hot.

“D’ya mean that?” he asks, voice suddenly lower.

Her eyes flash up to meet his. His eyes seem dark. He clenches his jaw and his Adam’s apple bobbles in his throat as he swallows. “Yeah,” she says lightly, afraid to be any louder than she is.

Atsumu grins, then. Slight and easy, and it makes her stomach flip. “You can kiss me in the morning, then, if you still mean it.”

She sleeps in his bed that night, limbs sprawled out and entangled in his. He keeps an arm over her chest and he snores in her ear. She tosses and turns but he doesn’t let her get an inch. When morning comes, Atsumu doesn’t let her forget.

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