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Meng Mo is so relived because years, YEARS in Luo Bingge's mind filled of nothing but thoughts of Shen Qingqiu. Not to mention now Xin Mo in the mix. Nothing could come close to that...

He finds out he was very wrong. So very wrong.

Meng Mo turning up in Shen Qingqiu's mind looking at all the chaos of thoughts and anxiety and all the repressed thoughts and feelings shoved into corners. There is so much baggage there's no room for him.... not to mention the weird blue glowing thing staring at him... and then he gets the litany of Shen Qingqiu thoughts... they're all about Luo Binghe...

It's just as bad.

It's worse.

He hate them both so much.

Miya Osamu, the kind of boyfriend who…

Miya Osamu, who always carries heavy things the moment he sees them in your hands—bags, books, boxes, or files on the way to the teacher's lounge. He genuinely believes that helping out with heavy lifting makes him seem more manly in your eyes, hence winning him more affection points, but he's done it enough times now that it has eventually become a natural habit for him.

Miya Osamu, who picked up another natural habit: helping you out with your shoelaces on the days you wear sneakers. He's actually really good at tying his laces thanks to the repeated nagging he got from his captain, techniques which he now uses on you. It never occurs to him that you might actually be getting more careless on purpose because you know you have him there, or that you might even tie them messily just to see him kneel down to fix them.

Miya Osamu, who, on the day he automatically gets down to fix your laces while already prepared to reprimand you, stops when he realizes that you actually tied them perfectly that day. Unfortunately, though, he has already untied them. Sensing your knowing gaze on him, he won't let you point it out first. He simply mutters that he's just helping you out because he ties them better anyway, adding something about how, although it looks like you finally have the brains to tie them well today, he can't trust the quality due to your past record. For him to actually trust you, you'd have to keep up a new streak. Although he says all of that, a silent part of him wants you to stick to the old record—that way, he can continue the cozy, domestic routine he's gotten so used to.

Miya Osamu, who eventually stops grunting in disapproval whenever you pat his head to thank him for retying your laces. In fact, he's now the one who stares up at you expectantly on the bench, refusing to get up until you pat his head.

Miya Osamu, the kind of boyfriend who’s always outside your classroom even before the bell rings for lunch, confidently dragging you off to the cafeteria or begrudgingly waiting for you to finish up whatever you are doing. He could easily go alone and start without you, but he knows very well that his appetite wouldn't be the same without you there.

Miya Osamu, whose appetite seems to have gotten linked to yours at some point. Seeing you happily eat the things he makes spurs him to enjoy them as well, and on the days you have a low appetite, strangely, despite his deep love for food, he doesn't seem motivated to eat much either.

Miya Osamu, who doesn't realize how comfortable he's gotten with holding your hand—never failing to interlock his fingers with yours while walking to school, heading down the hallways, or even just sitting together—until you verbally point it out with a warm smile during lunch. This triggers a sudden blush on his face, and he turns away, muttering something under his breath. You chuckle in fond delight, expecting it to take him a while to regain his composure. But unexpectedly, you feel his large, warm, blushing hand cover yours on the bench and just stay there while he continues averting his face without a word. It’s a little funny, but for some reason, his obvious embarrassment makes you go silent, too, a slow heat creeping up the back of your neck while you keep your hand still under his.

Miya Osamu, who sometimes feeds you his favorite foods and fully expects you to feed him your favorite foods in return. He will also pout for the rest of lunch if you refuse his trade or don't return the favor. Before the end of the day, though, he completely forgets he was even annoyed—that is, until he sets his eyes on food again and is suddenly reminded.

Miya Osamu, who still overthinks every single emoji you send over text. Sometimes he takes them to 'Sumu—who got completely exhausted by it a long time ago—or he just straight-up Googles it. He gets highly annoyed with the conflicting answers he finds online, but he still reads through half of them anyway.

Miya Osamu, who thoroughly enjoys seeing his jacket on you, whether it's just hanging off your shoulders or fully zipped up. Not only do you look cute in the oversized clothing, but it also makes him feel like he's hanging out with you even when he isn't by your side. The icing on the cake is the fact that the fabric always catches some of your scent by the time you return it to him.

Miya Osamu, who never fails to show off more on the court whenever you are watching, be it an ordinary practice match between just Inarizaki team members, a scrimmage against another school, or an official tournament match. The more points he scores, the more praise he'll get from you later, and his team wins and is happy as well. It's a win-win-win situation.

Miya Osamu, who despite being an athlete used to injuries himself, gets overly worried whenever you get the slightest scratch. A paper cut, a minor scrape, or even biting your tongue or inner cheek while eating will have him endlessly scolding you like it was somehow your fault, before fussing over treating it properly and demanding to know how much it hurts. If you ever tell him it doesn't, he only gets more annoyed that you're lying to him. To him, even a tiny bit of discomfort still counts as pain.

Miya Osamu, who despite his secure status as your boyfriend, still finds his chest swelling with discomfort whenever the guys surround you—alone or in pairs—monopolizing your time when you come over to the gym. It's nice that you're there to watch him, but if you're there to watch him, shouldn't you focus on him instead of laughing at whatever joke Ginjima is sharing with you?

Miya Osamu, who vehemently denies it whenever his brother teases him about his blatant jealousy, especially when 'Sumu reminds him that if he ever lets you find out about how possessive he gets over minor things, you'd find him pathetic and possibly dump him.

Miya Osamu, who regularly switches between thinking he's the catch and that you're lucky to be dating him, to thinking you're the catch and he's incredibly lucky that you like him.

Miya Osamu, whose unique way of reassuring himself of your feelings was what he convinced you to save his name as on your phone:

Samu—The cutest.

Miya Osamu x Reader

Miya Osamu, who, surprisingly even to himself, was the person who asked you out first after confessing his feelings. Sent over text after a long day, he had already completely forgotten the emotional rollercoaster he just put himself through.

“Btw, we… are dating now right?”

Miya Osamu, who anxiously stares at his screen, watching the three typing dots appear, linger, and disappear multiple times. He immediately sits up, ready to call you on the spot, but before he can make a move, he finally receives a reply.

“Yeah. We're dating now.”

He makes you watch the three dots on his own screen appear, linger, and disappear multiple times as his thumbs freeze up. When his notification finally rings on your end, his grand reply is painfully simple:

“Yeah.”

Miya Osamu, who immediately buries his head under his pillow, eyes shut tight with his phone tossed to the side.

‘I spent all that time trying to say something and all I could send was just “Yeah”?! Was that cool enough… or not?’

The memory of your lips on his earlier that day flashes in his mind. He goes completely still on his bed, letting a few agonizing seconds pass before he rips the pillow off his face and snaps sent an additional text.

‘You looked really pretty today.’

The moment it delivers, he attaches a quick goodnight message, tosses his phone away yet again, and hides his face under his pillow while his heart races anxiously against his chest.

It takes quite a few minutes for him to calm down enough to eventually check your reply, but when he does, a smug, completely lovesick grin spreads across his face at the text on the screen.

‘Thank you, Samu 💕 Let’s go on a makeup date next week. Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow.’

Miya Osamu, who reads the message multiple times and makes absolutely sure to take a screenshot before finally going to bed, his lips curved into an excited smile.

The next morning, Osamu wakes up way earlier than usual to prepare a special lunch box. He meticulously packs it, hoping it won't look too over-the-top—just something normal, but undeniably special, for his girlfriend.

The sheer weight of that title makes him pause whatever he's doing, standing still in his kitchen just to let the fact sink in.

He was finally dating you.

No longer just a friend, he is officially your boyfriend. He is someone who can go on dates with you, freely give you compliments, tell you how much he likes you, and even hold your hand while walking to school in the morning.

When he meets you at the corner, he swears he isn't imagining things. You look absolutely incredible. It is the exact same school uniform and bag as always, and yet there is an entirely new radiance to the way you appear in his eyes. Maybe it’s the bright spark in your eyes, the soft smile on your face, or the sheer warmth in your voice when you call him by his name.

"Good morning, Samu."

Osamu immediately ducks down, dropping to one knee under the pretense of retying your shoelaces. He takes his time, properly securing each lace to steady his racing thoughts before bringing himself back up to his full height.

“Good morning, Y/n. Did you sleep well last night?”

It is almost embarrassing to him how awkward his own voice sounds. Words of affirmation are definitely not his primary love language.

Thankfully, you just smile back warmly, nodding to let him know that you did before turning the question back around to him. He simply nods back, and the two of you begin the quiet walk to school.

The silence between you is comfortable, but Osamu is far from relaxed. Every few steps, the back of his hand repeatedly brushes against yours, sending a sharp jolt straight up his arm.

‘I want to hold her hand.’

‘But what if my palms are sweaty?’

‘What if she doesn't want to hold hands with me yet?’

‘Maybe it's too soon.’

‘Okay, fine. I'll just hold hands with her tomorrow instead.’

You can practically feel the anxiety radiating off him in waves, his large frame stiff and rigid by your side. Deciding to help him out, you quietly slip your hand into his.

Osamu’s breath hitches. The hesitation vanishes instantly as his long fingers immediately interlock themselves with yours, squeezing firmly to swallow your hand in his warmth.

He fixes his gaze dead ahead, staring intensely at the sidewalk and trying his absolute best not to look at your face so you won't see the massive, burning crimson blush taking over his cheeks. Holding your hand this tightly, he’s pretty sure everyone in school is going to find out they're dating before the end of the week.