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chapter seven – knight and shining armor

wc 2438

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tw: mentions of harassment.

23:57.

The loud booms of bass spread across the club as several partygoers danced the night away, while others indulged in several variations of alcoholic beverages. Singling yourself out, you were aware of all that was going on. Moments ago, you had realized that you were drunk. You knew you had a talkative conversation with Hinata. You knew you danced with Osamu for a while. Yet, something that you just could not register? A man with golden blonde hair, and a tongue piercing repeatedly harassed you after you came out of the bathroom.

It was unthinkable that this could happen to you, to be truthful. 

Although, something incredibly beyond belief happened as well. Your situationship, Miya Osamu, threw an immense punch, something similar to a right hook, at the man bothering you. It all went by exceedingly fast, as one moment you were being held up against the wall, and the next, the culprit was laying on the floor, nose bleeding, and passed out. The man’s friends, who were also in a drunken state, had already run off after Osamu defended you.

You didn’t know what to feel. Of course, you were grateful to your man for essentially protecting you, as you weren’t in the state to do so. The alcohol running through your system had an effect on you as well, causing your vision to spin slightly. Yet, it was weird. At the same time, you felt like you sobered up.

It wasn't until Osamu put both of his hands on your shoulders, vaguely shaking you, causing your attention to be placed on him. You turnt your head towards him in a smooth manner, keeping your previous somewhat shocked expression on your face. 

“[L/N]?”

Silence was your response. Numerous thoughts about the previous events were running through your head, and in this state especially? It was hell. 

Osamu stared at you, eyes running to observe your astonished demeanor. “Are you okay? He didn’t do anythin’ else to ya, did he?” He spoke once more, this time, with concern filling his voice.

You shook your head slowly, and opened your mouth to respond, yet hesitated. You avert your eyes to the ground, slightly lowering your head, and sighed. You felt completely, and utterly defeated. Since childhood, your parents have taught you to always stand up for yourself. More specifically, to not take shit from anybody. You had always followed this way of life, even until today. So why couldn’t you defend yourself?

A look of surprise washed across your face as Osamu lowered himself in a crouching position to meet your eyes. He moved both of his hands to hold yours.

“Don’t blame yerself. None of this was yer fault.” After staring into his eyes for a short moment, you finally found your voice.

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

Osamu’s lips curled into a small smile, and he began to rub one of his thumbs over your hand. “Yer a strong lady, [L/N]. That’s one of the things I deeply respect ‘bout ya.”

You don't know what it was, but you also found yourself smiling. You pulled him up with some of your strength, causing him to stand at his full length. There, the two of you continued holding hands, sharing a moment of pure admiration for one another. You eventually looked at the club scenery that was just down the hall, and felt disgusted. Turning back to Osamu, you voiced a new concern of yours.

“Can we leave, please? My–ugh, my head is starting to hurt.”

He chuckled smally, and nodded. “We need ta’ go get ‘Tsumu, Hinata, and Bokuto, alright?” With that being said, he rearranged his hands with yours, his left holding your right, and led you down the hallway to the open club scenery, yet you stopped abruptly, causing Osamu to stop as well.

He looked at your face, and noticed a look of pain wash across. “What happened?”

You looked down at your feet, and back to Osamu’s face. “My feet really hurt.” You groaned, and slightly winced. “Stupid heels.”

He proceeded to look down at your feet as well, and squeeze your hand as a sign of reassurance. “I’ll carry ya to the car when we get outside, okay?”

You quickly waved your free hand in a dismissing manner, yet before you could actually decline, he gave you a look, essentially telling you “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

You began to walk as carefully as possible, limping every now and then, with Osamu walking slightly behind you. As the flashing lights showered everybody with life, your thoughts about the idiot who caused trouble made their way out of your head. You looked to the bar, noticing the different groups of people there, having a lively time. It wasn’t long before you recognized the area you and Osamu were in, catching a short glimpse of your three coworkers spread across one of MSBY’s reserved booths.

The two of you walked up to the group of men, still hand in hand. “Time ta’ go, guys. It’s gettin’ late.”

Atsumu groaned, and threw his head on the table. “Nooooooo brother, I don’t wanna!” He yelled loud enough to cause Osamu’s face to irk.

“I’m the one drivin’, ya dumb fuck! Let’s go! All of you, now!”

For some odd reason, you felt a small bunch of butterflies in your stomach. Well, it made some sense considering the fact that dominant men in general were a turn on for many women, such as yourself. You internally facepalmed, and kept your composure as the three men shuffled out of the booth, stumbling here and there. Bokuto and Atsumu didn’t seem to notice the fact that you and Osamu were holding hands, but of course, Hinata detected it from the moment the two of you were in his line of sight. 

The two taller men began to stumble towards the entrance of the club, holding on to each other in a rather hilarious manner, soliciting a laugh from you. Osamu took that as a signal to lead you to the door as well, with Hinata quickly finishing his drink at the table.

The ginger ran up to your side, nudging you (unintentionally) harshly, with a wide grin on his face. You rolled your eyes as a response, and gave him an extra push, guiding him to his teammates.

“What was that about?” Osamu asked, leaning a bit down, making it easier for you to hear his question.

You looked back up at him, and felt your face heating up. “Ah shit, I forgot to tell you, but um…” You pause for a second, and continue. “Turns out, Hinata and Sakusa kind of knew we were a thing.”

He gave you a confused look, then switched it out with a neutral expression and a shrug. “Well ain’t that somethin’. You’ll have ta’ elaborate more on that tomorrow.”

“Will do.”

The two of you made it out of the hot, and humid club, to be met with a nice breeze that hit in all of the right places. You let out a sigh of relief, only for that to be interrupted by Atsumu draping himself over you. Your hand quickly separated from Osamu’s, as you used your own strength to basically hold the both of you up.

“‘Tsumu, get offa–”

“[Y/N]! We didn’t even get ta’ dance or drink together tonight! Like, where’ve ya beeeeeeeen?” Atsumu cried out. You quickly pushed him up, and helped balance him.

“I was too busy indulging. Next time we’ll dance together for sure!”

The blonde man sniffled, and hugged you. “Like, I–I literally love ya, [Y/N]. Yer the bestest friend ever.”

You hugged him back, and looked over his shoulder to see Osamu, arms crossed, and with a sour expression on his face. You laughed, and patted Atsumu’s upper back. “Love ya too, ‘Tsum. Now start walking to the car.”

He put his hand near his forehead, saluting to you, and standing in place with a determined look on his face. “Sir yes sir!” With that, he began to stumble-run down the street to Osamu’s car, followed competitively along by Hinata and Bokuto.

“Not gonna lie, [L/N], but I think ‘Tsumu wants ya.” Osamu finally spoke, arms still crossed. You quickly realized that the man in front of you was feeling a sense of jealousy, yet you laughed due to how ridiculous he sounds. “You think so?” You asked confidently, followed by a wink.

He rolled his eyes playfully, along with your laughter. “C’mon, time to pick ya up.”

You felt a wave of nervousness run through you. “But you don’t have to.”

“I want to.” With that, he scooped you up in the bridal style position as effortlessly as possible, one hand under your knees, and another holding your back to keep you balanced. A surprised sound came out of you, yet you quickly adjusted yourself to this new position, cradling your arms around his neck.

“See? Wasn’t so bad, right?” He asked as he began walking down the sidewalk.

You huffed, and looked away from him, out to the street. “Put me down when you feel tired.”

“I’m not gonna get tired.” You turned your head back to him with a skeptical look on your face, but that didn’t last for long as you realized just how close you were to him. To his face. His eyes were focused straight ahead on the empty walkway, with no sign of struggle. You hadn’t noticed until now, but the stubble surrounding his features suited him well, as it gave him a rugged look. Your thoughts were interrupted as Osamu turned his head towards you, resulting in your cheeks showing a light hue of pink.

“Ya like what ya see, [L/N]?” He asked jokingly. 

Before you could respond, you had realized something. You’ve known him for about a month, maybe a bit more, spending a lot of your free time either talking to him on the phone, or visiting him at his work. Hell, he just saved you from a drunkard. “Y’know, you can start calling me by my name. No more [L/N].”

As he kept his gaze on you, his demeanor shifted from playful to surprised. “Thanks. Honestly, I’ve been itchin’ to call ya by yer name for quite a while now.”

You smiled, and carefully rested your head in the crook of his neck, essentially starting to relax. Before you could speak to continue your conversation, he beat you to it.

“Start callin’ me Osamu.”

You lifted your head up, and chuckled. “Well duh, I’m not gonna let you call me by my name if you’re not gonna let me call me by yours.”

He looked away with a small twinkle in his eyes, and back to the scenery in front of the both of you. “Yes, ma’am.”

The outlook in front of the both was nothing less than beautiful. The warm street lights dancing on top of the both of you, showering you in pure bliss, the nightlife expressing numerous different colours, giving you a sense of nostalgia. You thought back to the exact moment where Osamu punched that guy with the tongue piercing.

“I never got to thank you.” You paused for a bit, still admiring the scenic view. “For punching that guy.” You laid your head back down in the crook of his neck once more. You don’t know if it was the excess alcohol in your system controlling you, but you tilted your head up, and planted a small kiss on his left cheek. “Dare I call you my knight in shining armor.”

You noticed how his cheeks burned a light pink, followed by a sigh. He looked at you for a brief moment, and finally responded. “I’m sorry that happened to ya, darlin’. Ya don’t need to thank me at all.”

“Nonsense.” You were going to continue speaking, until you noticed the three idiots up ahead in the distance standing next to Osamu’s locked car, arguing with each other, most likely about something irrelevant.

“Let me down here, I can walk the rest of the way.” You stated, pointing to your coworkers.

He stopped walking, and turned his gaze towards you. “Ya sure? I don’t mind carryin’ ya the full way.” He asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sure.” Osamu hummed in response, and gently let you down, helping you balance on your slightly less aching feet. As the two of you finally made your way after being noticed specifically by Bokuto, you both walked in comfortable silence, admiring each other’s presence. 

It was unfortunately no lie that the events that unfolded at Interference ruined your night, but Osamu was there for you. Osamu.

‘Osamu.’

You felt victorious. You get to finally call him by his name.

The next day, 12:28.

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“God damn it!” You yelled, grabbing your phone from underneath your pillow, and throwing it across your bedroom, ultimately landing on the floor.

You awoke with a headache, feeling rather shitty. As you laid in bed, you recalled the events of last night. Drinking with Hinata, dancing with Osamu, and…

‘Oh.’

You groaned as you sat up from your current position, and stayed in complete silence, with your fan making minimal background noise.

12:32.

Finally processing the events of last night, you got out of bed, and walked over to where your phone laid, still buzzing from notifications. Why was your phone blowing up? As you crouched down to pick it up, you glanced at some of the newest notifications. Some being from your school friends, others being from coworkers, yet one of them stood out to you directly.

It was Sakusa, and all he sent was an article created by​​ The Japan Times.

You tapped on it, and read the title.

“What the fuck?” You verbally questioned. You felt your heart begin to race, and quickly looked through other messages you received.

a/n: didn't feel like editing the timestamps don't kill me pls

As you read through a couple more articles, you finally understood what was going on. Last night, somebody in the club last night took video evidence of Atsumu (Osamu) punching the man who was harassing you. As people began to catch wind of this, a few others also chimed in and noted that Atsumu (Osamu) was holding hands with you, inferring that you were his new girlfriend, which was in fact, NOT true.

So what were you going to do about it?

Well… you didn’t know. You were more worried about the fact that you probably already lost your job.

author's notes !

𐙚 lowkey kinda want [y/n] to lose her job ... just joking maybe idk 😋

𐙚 reblogs are always appreciated !

𐙚 i think i'm gonna start writing one shots , and drabbles ! i mean , what's stopping me ?

chapter nine and a half – hard decisions

wc 2209

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Something that most people don’t realize about Miya Osamu is that he’s big on romance at heart. He’s never expressed it properly due to being somewhat more stoic than his twin brother, Atsumu, but it's been confirmed since the day his love life kicked off. Back in high school, of course.

Osamu loves to plan dates.

Back when he was with his ex-girlfriend a couple years ago, he usually took liberty of planning their dates, whether it be mini-golfing, or going to a nice restaurant, he always planned it. Obviously, you’re not his ex-girlfriend, but ever since you accepted to go on a date with him, he’s been… rather stressed about it. 

Basically, Osamu doesn’t know what to plan for your date, which takes place in a few days.

If you could see the man right now, he’d have his head in the palms of his hands, stressing, trying to figure out something fun, but not too cliché. Especially considering the fact that he was in his office, by himself.

At first, he planned mini-golfing. Who doesn’t love mini-golf? Unfortunately, after gaining a second opinion from Suna, he ruled it out as “too boring.” Next, he thought a picnic would be ideal for a first date. You both love food, yet it was going to be quite chilly on the day of your date. It’s not the best idea to sit outside in cold weather, as Osamu’s concern was that you might get sick from it.

The list goes on, and on of dates Osamu had thought of, but there was always something wrong with each one.

Standing up from his desk and readjusting his clothes, he walked out of his office, taking note of his employees and the amount of customers in the store. Deciding that it wasn’t busy enough for him to stay, he grabbed his keys and bid farewell to his workers, stating he was going to “take the rest of the day off.” As he got in his car, he immediately began to drive to a place that was all too familiar.

The tall, broad man was never one to make impulsive decisions. He thought almost everything through.

So why was he driving an hour and thirty minutes to Hyōgo?

𐙚 𐙚 𐙚

knock knock!

As the door creaked open, a lady with the same dark, brown hair as Osamu stood in the doorway. Her expression changed from bored, to energetic.

“Osamu!” She exclaimed with excitement, immediately wrapping her arms around the man.

“Hey, ma.” Osamu smiled lightly, mirroring her movements.

The two shared a powerful, short hug, before Mama Miya pulled away, nostrils flared, and an expression only Osamu could describe. “Why do ya never let me know yer comin’ to visit?! Ya’know, I just realized that Atsumu does the same exact thing. Ya both need to quit it.”

Osamu slightly rolled his eyes, letting himself into his childhood home and taking off his shoes. “I live here too, ya’know.”

“Lived!” Mama Miya instantly corrected.

“Oh, same thing.” The man groaned, making his way to the living room.

Although Osamu was just at his old house a little less than a week ago, due to his Hyōgo location being about a twenty minute drive, he can’t help but reminisce on some of his old memories from when he and Atsumu were children. Osamu took a seat on the L-shaped sofa, sitting on the far left side. That’s where he would always sit.

As his mother took a seat in the armchair closest to Osamu, she crossed her legs and sat straight, mocking a therapist.

“So, what’s wrong with ya?”

Osamu turned to face his mother, with a raised eyebrow. “Whaddya mean?”

“Ya have that look on yer face. That same look from when you couldn’t decide if ya wanted to continue playin’ volleyball or not.”

Osamu leaned back slowly, narrowing his eyes and neutralizing his face. “What are ya talkin’ ‘bout, ma?”

She scoffed, and crossed her arms. She knew something was up with her son, and she was determined to get the answer out of him. “Ya have an indecisive look on yer face.” She paused, grabbing a half-empty bottle of water that was beside her, and unscrewed the cap. “So, tell me what’s wrong.”

Averting his eyes, Osamu stared at the fresh flowers his mom bought for the center table in the living room. There was a reason that he had come to his old house, and it was to ask his mom where he should take you for your date. The only problem was that he never told her about you. He loves his mom, of course, but sometimes she can be a bit too… much.

Letting out a sigh, the man turned back towards his mom, who was expectantly staring at him.

“I need ya to help me.”

Mama Miya blinked repeatedly. “Okay… with what?”

“I’m takin’ a girl out on a date, and–”

She immediately flew out of her seat, and clapped ecstatically, before standing in front of her son and clasping one of his hands in hers. “Yer takin’ a girl out?! Miya Osamu! Who? When? How’d this happen?!”

Internally, Osamu wanted to crawl into the crevice of the sofa he was sitting on. Externally, he couldn’t hide the smile creeping on his face due to the pride he was experiencing. Even though the both of you have had this romantic relationship for a little over a month, he still felt like a middle schooler experiencing love for the first time whenever he was around you.

“Jeez, ma.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yer overwhelmin’ me.”

Finally sitting down with a humongous grin on her face, Mama Miya gestured for her son to continue speaking, showing that she was listening intently.

“Her name is [L/N] [Y/N].” Osamu started. “We met at my Onigiri Miya in Osaka, ‘cause she came in with ‘Tsumu, and Hinata.”

Nodding once, the older woman’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. “Hinata, the one on yer brother's team, right?” Osamu nodded. “Ah– wait, so then how does she know Atsumu and Hinata?” She continued, crossing her legs once more to make herself more comfortable.

Osamu began to tell his mom almost everything about you. From how the both of you met, to your daily visits at Onigiri Miya, to the whole problem with the two of you being on the news. It should be mentioned that Mama Miya fully believed it was Atsumu who punched the man from the club, since it seemed like something he would do. Imagine how she felt when Osamu corrected her, and told her it was the both of you.

As he continued to ramble on about his relationship with you, his mother noticed something that she’s never truly seen. Osamu had the look of love in his eyes. She knew about his past girlfriend, she knew that he did have romantic feelings for her, but none of that compares to the way he talks about you. 

When Osamu decided that he’s said enough about you, he noted the way his mom stared at him softly, with the same smile on her face from before. Realizing that he was done speaking, Mama Miya cleared her throat, and uncrossed her legs.

“It seems to me like ya found a wonderful girl, hun, and the fact that she can put up with yer brother as well says a lot.”

Osamu hummed, agreeing with his mom. “[Y/N]’s one strong lady, if ya ask me.”

“Anyone that can put up with Atsumu is strong.” She responded, soliciting laughter from herself, and her son. As they both settled down, a slight perplexed look appeared on her face. Osamu almost instantly noticed this. “What’s wrong, ma?”

“The way you were talkin’ about this girl… she makes you happy, right?”

He nodded, not too sure where this was going.

“So if yer happy, then what did ya need help with?”

The brown haired man froze in his seat, realizing he completely forgot to get to the point and ask his mom about fun date ideas. He sighed, slumping slightly in his seat. “I needed help with uh, figurin’ out where ta’ take her for our first date.”

The two Miya’s stared at each other in silence. It wasn’t until the older Miya stifled a laugh, covering her mouth and eliciting a red tint covering the younger Miya’s cheeks.

“Ma!” He slightly whined in annoyance, covering the lower half of his face with one of his hands.

Quickly letting her laughter out, the older woman calmed herself down, and crossed her legs again. “Look at ya, askin’ yer mama for help. How cute!” She grabbed her bottle off the table next to her, and took a small sip of water, before setting it down. “Well, d’ya want me to tell ya about some of the dates yer dad took me on before we got married?”

“Eh, sure.” He shrugged.

“Let’s see… do ya think an amusement park would work?” 

Osamu thought about it for a bit, “Nah, too extreme for a first date. Plus, it’s gonna be cold.”

“Okay, then dress up nicely, and take her to a museum.”

He could see the vision for that, unfortunately, he denied. “It’s a good idea, but that’s second or third date material in my opinion.” He shook his head, and crossed his arms.

She laughed at this. “Yer too specific, Osamu. Good for you.”

The two continued to brainstorm ideas together, ultimately coming up with over ten different types of first dates he could potentially take you on, yet, all were denied. Osamu believed that with each date planned, there was better. He thinks that you deserve the best. 

Looking out the window behind him, he noticed how the blue skies turned orange, showcasing a beautiful sunset. Turning back towards his mom, he got up and walked over to her. Leaning down for a hug, he sighed softly. “It’s time for me ta’ go, ma. It’s gettin’ late.”

Wrapping her arms around him, rubbing soft circles into his back like she used to do years ago, she nodded. “If ya ever need help with [L/N], I’m here for ya, baby.”

As the two pulled away, and began to walk towards the door, Osamu slipped his shoes back on, and remembered something important. His eyes lit up as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Ma, let’s take a picture together.”

“Aw, of course. For the memories?” She asked, scooting herself next to Osamu, and fixing her hair whilst staring into the screen in front of her.

“Oh, sure. I wanna make ‘Tsumu jealous too. He was talkin’ ‘bout visitin’ ya.”

Mama Miya smacked Osamu’s head the same way she did when he was a child. “Get the hell outta my house.”

𐙚 𐙚 𐙚

As the sun began to disappear more from the sky, signifying that it was night, Osamu began to think of you. He knew you had a long day at work today, and at this moment, you were probably laying in bed, doom scrolling. Taking his eyes off the road for one moment, he pushed a certain button located on his steering wheel. After noticing Siri pop up on his carplay, he spoke. “Call [Y/N].”

The line began to ring, and eventually, you answered.

[bold is osamu, bold + italics is y/n]

“Hello?”

“Hey, darlin’. How are you?”

“Hi Osamu, I’m doing good. How about you?”

“I’m doin’ fine, how was work today?”

He quietly chuckled as you overdramatically sighed on the other end of the line. “Jeez, Osamu. Today seriously sucked, and it didn’t help that Atsumu wouldn’t stop asking me stupid questions.”

“What was he askin’ ya?”

“Is chicken parmesan a vegetarian meal?” You stated, copying Atsumu’s exact words. Although you couldn’t see his face, Osamu’s jaw slightly dropped, as he seemed to be disgusted. “Osamu? You there?”

“Uh, yeah… I’m just speechless. What else did that idiot ask?”

“This is verbatim, by the way.” You started, clearing your throat. “‘It’s always the male who has to take a paternity test for a baby to see if it’s his. Why is it never the woman who has to take the test?’”

Osamu couldn’t hold it in anymore, as he began to laugh. “Jesus Christ, [Y/N], are ya bein’ serious right now?” He wiped a tear from his eye.

“So serious.”

He was prepared to start a longer conversation with you, but put a hold on that as he began to think of the chicken parmesan that was mentioned earlier. Suddenly, Osamu’s eyes lit up as he had an internal realization. 

He’s cooked for you many, many times, but it’s only been the foods on Onigiri Miya’s menu. Since discovering his love for pleasing people with his cooking, he’s finally figured out what to do for the awaited first date. His idea was perfect, and without a second thought, he spoke.

“[Y/N].”

“Yeah?”

He smirked slightly. “I have a plan for the date.”

“What is it?”

“I’m cookin’ us a three course dinner at my apartment. I’m settin’ the dress code to…” He thought for a second, taking his opportunity to see you more dressed up. “Formal. Is that okay with you?”

“Absolutely.”

author's notes !

𐙚 i actually cannot believe i haven't made a new chapter in three weeks ... so here's a filler featuring the famous mama miya !

𐙚 i think i'm just gonna wait until my semester ends before i continue writing (two weeks from now)

𐙚 reblogs are always appreciated !

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chapter six – night time interference

wc 3917

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tw: harassment, drinking, mentions of smoking

18:32, Two weeks after the first FaceTime call with Osamu.

You were currently sitting in your office in the MSBY facility, finishing up excess school work. Although it was rather small, it still worked out since you were able to have your personal space.

No interruptions, no yelling, no–

“HELLO [Y/N]!”

Your office door was barged open, revealing three young men. More specifically, the three who utterly deplete you of your energy. With that, you immediately put your head down on your desk, hoping they will get the hint, and leave.

“C’mon, [L/N]! What’s wrong with you? Put your head up!” You briefly look up to see Bokuto directly in front of your desk, with both hands on his hips. It also seems the other two invited themselves in.

You groaned, and quietly spoke, putting your head back on the desk once more. “Get out of my office, please.”

“Nope!” Atsumu joined in. “We just got finished with practice, and wanted ta’ check on ya, sweets.” 

“And for what reason?” You put your head up once more, crossing your arms.

Hinata closed the door behind him, “Because we’re going to Interference in like three hours! Come with us, [L/N]!”

Night Time Interference, better known as Interference is one of the most popular bars in Osaka, and a local hangout spot for MSBY when they’re allowed to have a few drinks. You haven’t been there yet, but heard great things about it. 

You gave this idea of theirs some thought. You usually rejected their invitations to go drinking, but this time was different. You haven’t been out in a while, you finished all of your work for the week, and didn’t have any school work to do, besides the assignment you were just doing. You avert your eyes to your computer, and open up your calendar app to make sure you weren’t forgetting about anything important.

You had no plans the next day, but as you looked at each individual day coming up, something intrigued you.

“Oh, how could I forget?”

All three men looked at you, waiting for you to continue speaking. You flipped your computer around to show them what you have written down for the upcoming wednesday.

‘MSBY Home Game.’

“You guys have a game in five days. I don’t think y’all should be drinking.” You turned your computer back around to face you. Bokuto, Hinata, and Atsumu all looked at each other, and shrugged. 

“It’s not like we’re drinking the day before, though.” Hinata countered.

You raised an eyebrow at this, and eyed all three men, just to see that they were serious about this. You briefly looked at your calendar one more time, and back at them. “My shift ends in thirty minutes. I’ll come.” Your response was met with cheers, due to the fact that you finally agreed.

You quickly shushed them up, since there were a few of your coworkers who were still active in their jobs. 

“Alright, [Y/N]...” Atsumu started. “We’re all meetin’ at my apartment ta’ pregame. Then, we’re probably gonna take an uber or somethin’ to the bar. That sound good ta’ ya?”

You nodded your head to confirm. “What time should I get there?”

“How ‘bout…‘round 9?”

You let out a small hum, and with that, the boys said their goodbyes and left your office. You recognized the fact that you had to prioritize your unfinished school work before clocking out, yet didn’t begin doing it. Instead, you picked up your phone, and went on iMessage.

a/n: ignore timestamps! didn't feel like editing.

You stared at your phone with that familiar smile creeping upon your face. It was then decided that you would text once more, stepping a little bit out of your own boundaries.

Even though the both of you weren’t communicating in person, you began to blush.

‘Darling?’

You weren’t usually one for pet names, but this? You were completely okay with this. After setting your phone down on your desk, you focused back on your computer. You really needed to finish up this school work before clocking out.

OSAMU, 19:49.

Osamu was currently sitting down on his couch, eyeing his TV. He had intentions of watching Death Note, but unfortunately, he just could not pay attention to the anime. You kept popping up in his mind, but this was nothing out of the ordinary. Ever since the two of you began to communicate over text, you’ve been living in his head, rent free.

It’s safe to mention that you’ve been going to Onigiri Miya more frequently, sitting at that same counter spot each time. You would both learn more about each other, such as likes and dislikes, perfections and imperfections, interests and hobbies… need I say more?

buzz!

He was snapped out of his thoughts, and quickly paused the anime. He eagerly picked up his phone, thinking it was you, but to his disappointment, it was not.

Osamu perked up at this. He obviously knew that Atsumu was going out with you, but had to act clueless so his twin wouldn’t catch on. He swiped out of the texts between him and his brother, and went to him and yours. He was planning on texting you that he was going to be the DD. 

He hesitated for a second, before ultimately swiping out of the app. He decided to just leave it as a mini surprise for you.

Osamu chuckled at the thought of your last few messages with him. You wished for him to come, and now he is. What a coincidence.

20:56.

“Helloooo my brotha’ in Christ!” 

Osamu had just arrived at Atsumu's apartment, and was greeted with a hug. The dark haired Miya pulled away after a brief period of time, and looked his brother up and down. 

“Yer already tipsy, ain’t ya?”

“Nooooo! Why would’ya automatically assume that?”

Atsumu’s cheeks were somewhat flushed, plus his pupils were dilated. Osamu let himself into the apartment, whilst letting out a sigh. His eyes landed on Bokuto and Hinata, who were sitting on the couch, seltzers in hand. He greeted both of them, and decided to sit next to them. Atsumu eventually made his way over, taking a seat next to Bokuto, and starting a conversation with him about God knows what, leaving Hinata and Osamu to talk.

“How’ve you been, Osamu? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

The dark haired Miya shrugged, and responded back. “Yeah man, it’s been a bit, and I’m doin’ pretty good. Are ya excited to go out?”

Hinata was about to answer with the normal ‘hell yeah!’, but hesitated. He realized this was his opportunity to bring you up.

“Absolutely!” He paused for a second, and began to smirk. “Y’know, [L/N]’s finally coming out with us.”

Osamu noticed the smirk on his face, and internally froze. ‘Does he know about me and [L/N]?’

“Uh, whaddya mean by ‘finally?’”

The ginger threw his head back, and started laughing. “Oh man, we’d always invite her out with us, but she never came! I don’t know why, but it’s like, whatever!” Osamu hummed, and shifted his attention to his brother, who was now, for some reason, on the floor.

“Tsum-Tsum, you okay?!” Bokuto yelled. 

No response.

knock knock!

Atsumu immediately got up, facing towards the three other men in the room, hands on his hips. “Y’all, I think… My BEST FRIEND IS HERE!” 

With that, he ran to the door, and opened it, revealing a smiling [Y/N].

YOU

You were immediately engulfed in a hug by Atsumu, and began swaying side by side with him. “Oh boy, [Y/N]! I didn’t think ya were gonna show up!” You responded with a giggle, and stepped inside, separating yourself from Atsumu. 

For this night out, you decided to wear low-rise baggy jeans, a maroon leather tube top, and maroon stilettos, paired with a white shoulder bag. Your makeup was nicely done, and you wore your jewelry accordingly.

Simply speaking, you looked sexy.

“[L/N]!”

You look over to the couch where your name was called from, seeing Bokuto, Hinata, and… Osamu? All sitting together?

You immediately felt your nerves bubbling up inside, but still walked over to the couch to greet your friends. You noticed how he kept his eyes on you as you hugged your coworkers, and engaged in a very brief small talk with them. When it was time for you to greet Osamu, you gave him a ‘what are you doing here?’ look. He was able to immediately understand what you wanted to say, and lightly chuckled.

“[Y/N], I completely forgot ta’ tell ya, but I asked ma’ baby brother…” Atsumu lightly jogged over to Osamu, slinging an arm around his shoulder. “... if he could be our DD, and he said yes! Ain’t that great?!”

You giggled at Atsumu’s somewhat-drunken state, and crossed your arms. “Onigiri Miya’s gonna be our DD? That is great.”

All three MSBY players began to laugh at your nickname for Osamu (even though it wasn’t that funny, in your opinion), while he shook his head while smiling. You took your opportunity to sit next to him, and gave him a quick side hug. He was a bit caught off guard by this, but leaned into your presence. You both quickly pulled away as the laughter began to die down.

“Where are the drinks, Atsumu? It’s my turn to get tipsy.” You questioned. The blondie immediately got up, grabbing you a shot glass from one of the cabinets in his kitchen, alongside a half-empty bottle of Pink Lemonade Smirnoff, and a can of sprite as a chaser.

“Right here, bestie.” He confirmed as he gave you the shot glass and sprite, carefully pouring the Smirnoff into your glass.

You were about to take the shot, but forgot to open the can. Yet, thankfully, the man sitting next to you noticed. “Do ya want me to open the can for ya?” You turned to him, and nodded. “Please.”

As he took the can from you, you took the shot, and swallowed, trying to hide your face of disgust. Osamu handed the can back to you, resulting in you drinking it right away. A few hoots and hollers could be heard from Atsumu and Bokuto, while Hinata had raised an eyebrow, chugging what was left of his seltzer. The ginger took into account the fact that you sat by Osamu, and that Osamu opened your can of soda for you. If any other person were to look at this scenario, they obviously wouldn’t think much of it, but this is Hinata we’re talking about. 

His plan to set the both of you up seemed to be on the right track.

After a couple more shots of liquor, you all were now heading down to get in Osamu’s blacked out Honda Accord. As you all began to walk out of the complex, with your three coworkers in front laughing about some stupid shit, you and Osamu walked next to each other.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” You spoke to the broad man.

He shrugged, “I kinda wanted ta’ keep it a surprise for you.”

You giggled at this, and decided to move a bit closer to him. You figured out a while ago that the liquid confidence in your system was going to be your best friend for the night.

“Awww, that’s so sweet of you!”

He looked down at you, and temporarily observed your appearance. “You look gorgeous, [L/N].” You looked up at him, grinning, and lightly slapped his chest.

“Oh, stoppppp. I’m blushing, Miya.” That wasn’t a lie. Besides the slight flush on your face from the alcohol, your cheeks showed a pink tint.

“AYO, BROTHER MAN! UNLOCK THE CAR!” You both turned your attention to Atsumu waving at his brother, while Hinata and Bokuto held each other, trying to stabilize themselves. While Osamu began to mentally curse his twin for ruining your moment, you laughed, and nudged the man next to you. “They look so stupid right now, I’m literally dead.”

“Agreed.” Osamu nodded as he pulled out his car keys, and unlocked the car.

As the three drunks began to make their way in the backseat of the car, you and Osamu approached the passenger door, where you would undoubtedly be sitting. He opened the door for you, causing you to smile smugly. After getting you situated, he closed your door, and walked over to his.

21:46, Night Time Interference.

You had all finally arrived at the infamous bar. The line was long, but due to the fact that you and Osamu were with three celebrity volleyball players, there technically was no line for you guys.

As you all made your way inside, you decided to take note of the place. It was huge, first of all. The music was blasting, and there were a bunch of different colored lights flashing on the dance floor, which was surrounded by a crowd of party goers. The bar was on the side, and from what you could tell, they basically had an unlimited amount of alcohol.

Atsumu and Bokuto immediately went to the dance floor, with the intention of trying to find hot girls to dance with, while you, Osamu, and Hinata went to the bar. Hinata was able to find a spot where the three of you could stand and order drinks.

“What do you want to drink?!” Hinata yelled loud enough for you to hear.

“Uhhh, I’ll do a vodka soda with orange juice!” You shouted back.

He nodded, and on cue, the bartender came up to your group. While Hinata put your orders in, you turned to Osamu and motioned for him to lean down to your face. As he did, you raised your voice, and spoke, “This bar is so cool! You were soooo right!”

He began to laugh. “Told ya’!”

You felt someone tapping your shoulder, and turned around to be met by Hinata holding your drink. You both started to cheer, and down your drinks. You were usually a sipper, but it was your first night out in a while. You both put your empty glasses on the bar counter, and Hinata leaned closer to you. “We–we should get shots! Let’s do lemon drops, uhh two each!”

You nodded your head ecstatically, and once more, Hinata put in the drink orders. You could feel someone put their hand on the small of your back, and as you turned to make sure it wasn’t some random stranger, it was Osamu, pointing to Atsumu who was stumbling everywhere on the dance floor.

You started to laugh, and nodded your head. As he began to walk away, you looked back at Hinata, who was smirking with hooded eyes. You tilted your head in confusion, and he bent forward, and put his face by your ear.

“Be honest, [L/N], are yo–ou and Osamu like, a t-thing?” He slurred, while raising his voice.

You leaned back, and immediately declined. He began to laugh, and shook his head. The bartender gave Hinata the shots, and he motioned for you to follow him. As you did, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’re being too obvious with your developing relationship with Osamu.

The ginger led you to a table in the VIP section, reserved for the MSBY team. It was in a somewhat quieter area, suitable enough for you and Hinata to have a conversation without screaming in each other's ears. As you both sat down, that same smirk popped up on Hinata’s face. He grabbed two of the four shots, handing you one, and doing a quick cheer.

You both set your empty glasses down, and he spoke again. “I–I know you and Miya have a thiiiiing going on, yo–ou can’t lie to me.”

You waved your hands in front of you, and denied once more. “Noooo, we’re not together. We’re friends!”

“Friends with Benefits?!” He quickly retorted back, with a shocked look on his face. You both began to laugh, with you covering your face with both of your hands.

“H–Hinata, you’re silly!”

You removed your hands from your face, and grabbed your second shot, with Hinata following along. You cheered once more with him, and downed the liquor. “Listen, [L/N]...”

You turned to the man, who had a serious face, and looked ready to lecture you. “Listen, I kno–ow the two of you *hiccup* have something going on! I know you go to Onigiri Miya, and I–I know you be eating his onigiri, too.”

You stayed silent, and he pointed at you. “You can’t fool me!”

As the drinks began to settle in your system, you started arguing with yourself internally, debating if you were going to tell Hinata about your situationship with Osamu. He somehow seemed to already know that you get food regularly at Onigiri Miya, but if you did tell him, there’s always a chance he could tell Atsumu.

You let out a sigh, and leaned your head back. “How did you know?”

Hinata began to cheer, and excitedly responded back. “Do you r–remember how Sakusa left you by yours–self at Osamu’s shop?” You nodded, awaiting for him to continue. He pointed at himself, and grinned heavily. “I’m the one who drove the red car!”

You opened your mouth, leaning forward in surprise. “You helped Sakusa ditch me?!”

“Hellz yeah, man! I gave you and your mans *hiccup* some alo–o–one time! Haha!” You smacked his arm, immediately killing his lively mood, as groaned in pain. “What was that for, [L/N]?!” He whined.

You stayed silent for a brief moment of time, and started to laugh. You quickly slung your arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. “H–Hinata, you fucking goat!” As he realized you weren’t mad at him, he smiled greatly. “Wait, where even is Sakusa?” You asked, stopping your laughter as you removed your arm from him.

Hinata shrugged. “I dunno, probably doing some buuuullshit.”

You nodded in response, and looked towards the dance floor, seeing Astumu, and Bokuto stumble to the table you were at, with an annoyed Osamu following them. You looked back at Hinata, and spoke once more. “Listen, I’m be–egging you, pleaseeeee don’t tell Atsumu about me and his brother! He’s go–onna kill me!” 

He put his thumbs up, and nodded as a response.

You eventually stood up, and tried your best to help Atsumu and Bokuto into the booth, but didn’t do a whole bunch since you were pretty much turnt. As they got situated, you turned towards Osamu, making eye contact with him. “I w–want to go dance. Will you come with me?”

He nodded his head, and you both began to make your way to the floor. Just Dance by Lady Gaga and Colby O’Donis began to play. You were both standing by the edge, but you weren’t content with this position. “Do ya’ want to get more in the middle?!” Osamu shouted in your ear. You eagerly nodded, and with that, he grabbed your hand, and began to lead you to a good enough spot.

Once you got comfortable, you began to dance. It’s pretty well known that when you’re drunk, time begins to go by a whole lot faster. You noticed that Osamu wasn’t much of a dancer, but he was swaying to the beat and singing some of the songs that were playing (such as: AT THE PARTY by Kid Cudi, Outside by Calvin Harris, Black and Yellow by Wiz Khalifa (which was coincidentally MSBY’s theme song), and more). During the duration of your time on the dance floor, there were a couple of moments where Osamu lifted your hand up and twirled you for fun. You did your best to try and NOT twerk on him, but there were times where you would sway with him, with your back to his muscular chest.

Eventually, the liquids began to catch up with your bladder. You gestured for him to come closer to you. “I need to use the bathroom!” You shouted in his ear.

He leaned back, confused, and leaned in once more.

“Bathroom!”

This time, he didn’t lean back, resulting in your faces being mere inches apart. He still looked confused, and you groaned.

“BATHROOM!”

This time, he understood, and chuckled. Now it was him leaning in, and speaking. “Ya need me to walk ya there?!”

You shook your head ‘no,’ and pointed at the dance floor, basically telling him to stay and wait for you. He nodded his head, and with that, you began to push your way through the crowd.

Once you made it out, you looked for any signs indicating where the restroom might be, and even though your vision was getting a tad bit blurry, you were still able to make out where the room might be.

You stumbled on the way there, bumping into a few people by accident, and surprisingly, there was no line! The bathroom was located in a hallway, where there were a few men leaning against the walls, smoking.

You quickly walked in, wanting to avoid all that. Once you claimed a stall, you let out a sigh of relief as you unbuttoned your jeans, pulled down your panties, and pissed. Once you finished, it was a bit difficult to put your jeans back together, but eventually, you walked out of the stall and washed your hands. You looked at yourself in the mirror, noticing your hair become a bit frizzy, yet otherwise, you still looked hot.

You pulled out your phone for a few seconds, making mental note of the time.

‘23:54.’

You forced your phone back in your pocket, and walked out of the bathroom, but to your surprise, you were immediately pushed up against the wall by a man with dyed blonde hair, and a tongue piercing.

“Heeeey, beautiful lady!”

You immediately made a face of disgust, and looked around, seeing no other females in the area. Only his friends, who were smirking at the two of you.

“No thank you.” You spoke as you tried removing his arm from the wall so you could walk away, but it wasn’t budging.

“Oh, c’mon onnnnn. Ain’t no harm in this, babygirl!”

You groaned, and leaned your head against the wall for a second. When you moved your head back, you stared at him dead in the eyes, and pointed towards the dance floor. “My boyfriend is waiting for me, so move!”

He laughed, but still didn’t move. “What, your boyfriend doesn’t let you have male friends?” He asked, leaning closer. You catched a glimpse of his tongue piercing.

“No. Move!” You shoved him against the wall behind him, and he immediately looked angry.

“You’re such a bitch.” He scoffed as he nailed both of your arms against the wall behind you, causing you to panic. You tried to move as much as you can, but the grip he had on you was terrifyingly strong.

“Ew, get away!”

He began to lean closer to you, with a disgusting smirk on his face. You shut your eyes, and turned your head away.

You couldn’t believe this was about to happen to you, until you felt a bit of force from his body. You opened your eyes to see that asshole on the ground, passed out. You turned your head to the right, to be met with Osamu’s irritated face. His fist was clenched, and you quickly realized:

He punched the shit out of that guy.

author's notes !

𐙚 i'm not even gonna lie , this chapter was a little bit rushed . i just wanted to get it out as fast as possible haha

𐙚 reblogs are always appreciated !

𐙚 hope you enjoyed , darling ;)