Osamu whips around on instinct, confusion quickly taking over when he sees you storming straight toward him.
Fast. Angry.
Gorgeous.
Heโs sure heโs never seen you before, but the way youโre looking at him, it seems youโve definitely seen him.
Youโre frowning, anger written all over your face, but all he can think is how unfair it is that someone this pissed off can look that good.
He barely has time to process whatโs happening before youโre right in front of him, foot tapping, arms crossed, irritation rolling off you in waves.
โHey asshole,โ you snap, โI know you think youโre too good for this group project but if you donโt get your shit together Iโm gonna shove your volleyball so far up your ass youโll be tasting it for yearsโ
Osamu blinks.
Once.
Twice.
โโฆHuh?โ
โDonโt โhuhโ me, you fake blondeโ you fire back instantly.
Oh.
The dots finally connect in his brain, this is not about him. Unfortunately, that realization comes just a second too late, because youโre already going again, words sharp and relentless.
โJust because you think youโre hot shit doesnโt mean you get to ditch your part and leave the rest of us hanging!โ
The dumbstruck look on his face does nothing to calm the anger burning in your stomach. You scoff, eyes rolling on instinct, โHelloooo? What, did you finally take one too many balls to the head?โ
He knows he looks stupid right now. Feels it, too. Mouth slightly open, eyes stuck on you like he forgot how to function.
God.
Heโs in love, has to be.
He opens his mouth, ready to correct you, maybe even flirt a little..
โGet your part doneโ you cut in, โYou look fucking stupid in a hat, by the wayโ.
Ouch.
You flash him quick, biting smile, spinning on your heel and leaving in a silent fury.
He just stands there, heart beating way too fast for someone who just got verbally torn apart for no reason.
โโฆMan,โ he mutters under his breath, a slow grin spreading across his face, โโฆAtsumu, yer so screwed.โ
He continues his walk home like nothing happened, but your face is already burned into his brain.
That little frown.
The attitude.
The confidence.
The way you didnโt hesitate for even a second to go off on someone twice your size.
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colorblind panic, twin confusion, one accidental confession, and a boy folding faster than a lawn chair in a typhoon.
wc: 1.4k request, i love osamu
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the gym smells like varnish, sweat, and destiny wearing a cheap wig.
inarizaki after practice is a zoo that learned how to jump serve. shoes squeal. someone yells about lost tape. the echo turns everything into a rumor. to you, the whole place is grayscale soup, shadows stacking on shadows, sound doing most of the heavy lifting. people forget colorblindness doesnโt mean blurry. it just means the world decided to be dramatic and took away the highlighters.
youโre clutching your phone like it owes you money.
today is the day. the big day. the day you tell yourself in the mirror, out loud, that youโre not going to die from a confession. your heart, meanwhile, is beating like itโs trying to qualify for nationals without you.
osamu miya is the problem. the solution. the entire syllabus.
youโve rehearsed. youโve practiced in the shower. youโve practiced while walking. youโve practiced while eating rice and nearly choked because your brain went, what if he laughs. what if he says thanks like a customer. what if he thinks youโre joking. what ifโ
no. no spiraling. thatโs why youโre here. atsumu will help. atsumu always has opinions, even when nobody asked. especially then.
you spot him across the court. same height, same build, same posture that says twin. hair? irrelevant. your eyes offer you two identical silhouettes and say good luck.
you jog over, heart in your throat, brain switching to emergency mode.
โatsumu,โ you say, too loud, too urgent, grabbing his sleeve because if you donโt anchor yourself you might float into the ceiling. โi need help. like. now-help.โ
the twin looks down at your hand, then your face. thereโs a pause. a suspicious pause.
you barrel on before the universe can stop you.
โi need help confessing to osamu.โ
silence drops like someone unplugged the gym.
somewhere, a volleyball thumps once and rolls away, abandoned.
the twin in front of you blinks.
once.
twice.
you donโt notice. youโre already pacing in a tight circle, words spilling like you shook a vending machine too hard. โi mean i know itโs dumb, and i know i shouldnโt ask you because youโre his brother and thatโs probably illegal in some countries, but i canโt do this alone. my chest feels like thereโs a marching band in it. and heโs soโ heโs justโ he looks at me like iโm something he already decided on, and thatโs terrifying, and i keep thinking i should say something casual but then my mouth wants to say something unhinged like please marry me or please never leave, and those are not first-confession words, right?โ
you finally stop and look up.
the twinโs mouth is doing something strange. not smiling. not frowning. something feral-adjacent. like a fox just realized the henhouse door is open.
โya want advice,โ he says slowly, voice softer than you expected, โon how to confess. to osamu.โ
โyes,โ you say, nodding hard. โplease. youโre my last hope. donโt tell him iโm asking you this. i will simply pass away.โ
another pause.
he lifts your hand off his sleeve very gently. like it matters. like itโs fragile. he doesnโt let go immediately. just adjusts your grip so your fingers are curled around his wrist instead, thumb brushing bone.
โya sure about this,โ he asks.
โyes.โ
โreal sure.โ
โyes!โ
โya canโt tell twins apart today?โ
you squint. โi never can. not unless you stand next to each other. you know this.โ
he exhales. a laugh tries to escape and gets swallowed whole.
โalright,โ he says. โiโll help.โ
relief floods you so hard your knees wobble. you squeeze his wrist without thinking. โthank you. thank you. okay. okay. what do i say. do i compliment him first? is that weird? i like his hands. is it creepy to say i like his hands. theyโre justโ they look like they know what theyโre doing.โ
his grip tightens.
โhandsโre good,โ he says, voice gone rough around the edges. โmeans ya noticed.โ
โi notice everything,โ you say miserably. โthatโs the problem.โ
he tilts his head, studying you like youโre a puzzle heโs already solved but wants to admire anyway.
โtell him the truth,โ he says. โsimple. honest. donโt dress it up too much. he ainโt the type that needs fireworks.โ
โbut i feel like fireworks,โ you whisper.
something dark and pleased flickers across his expression.
โthen say that,โ he murmurs. โsay beinโ around him makes things loud in your chest. say ya chose him. people like beinโ chosen.โ
you nod, absorbing it like gospel. โokay. okay. and then what if he says he doesnโt feel the same.โ
the gym feels colder.
he steps closer. your toes nearly touch. he smells like soap and sweat and something warm and grounding. food, maybe. comfort.
โhe wonโt,โ he says, too sure.
you laugh weakly. โyou donโt know that.โ
he leans down so his forehead almost touches yours.
โi do,โ he says. โtrust me.โ
your heart stutters. you swallow.
โokay,โ you breathe. โokay. iโm gonna do it. iโll go find him.โ
he doesnโt move.
you look up. โuh. are you gonnaโโ
โno need,โ he says. โheโs right here.โ
the words take a second to land. they slide around your brain like marbles.
then click.
your stomach drops through the floor.
slowly, painfully, you look at his face again. really look. the curve of his mouth. the steadiness in his eyes. the way heโs holding you like he already knows where you fit.
โwait,โ you say. โwait. youโreโโ
โosamu,โ he finishes for you, smiling now. โhey.โ
the gym comes back in a rush. sound crashes in. blood roars in your ears.
you make a strangled noise that might be a scream trying to become a word.
โiโ i thought you wereโ iโm so sorryโ i didnโtโโ
he chuckles, low and fond, and cups your cheek before you can combust. his thumb brushes under your eye, grounding, steady.
โitโs alright,โ he says. โkinda perfect, actually.โ
โi just asked you how to confess to yourself,โ you whisper, mortified.
โya did.โ
โthatโs the most embarrassing thing thatโs ever happened to me.โ
โnah,โ he says. โmost romantic.โ
you stare at him.
he waits. patient. like heโs been waiting a long time.
your heart decides to be brave without consulting you.
โokay,โ you say, voice shaking but clear. โfine. iโll continue.โ
you take a breath so deep it feels like it scrapes your ribs.
โi like you,โ you say. โi like you a lot. being around you feels like my life gets turned up. like everythingโs louder and better and scarier. i think about you when i shouldnโt. i choose you even when i donโt mean to. and iโm scared, but i donโt want to be quiet about it anymore.โ
the gym is silent again.
osamuโs face goes very still.
then his hands slide to your waist, firm, certain, like there was never another option.
โgood,โ he says softly. โi was hopinโ yaโd say that.โ
you blink. โyou were?โ
โbeen hopinโ,โ he admits. โfor a while.โ
he leans in, forehead resting against yours, breath warm. โi was already yours. ya just caught up.โ
your laugh comes out wet and shaky. โthatโs not fair.โ
โnever said i played fair,โ he murmurs.
he kisses you then. slow. careful. like heโs savoring something he cooked himself. the world narrows to the press of his mouth, the way his thumb traces your jaw, the way his other hand anchors you like you might drift away if he lets go.
when he pulls back, your legs feel like suggestions.
โso,โ he says, eyes bright. โweโre confessinโ, yeah?โ
you nod, dazed. โyeah.โ
โgood.โ he brushes his nose against yours. โiโm keepinโ ya.โ
thereโs something in his tone. something possessive and warm, like a blanket that also locks the door.
you should be nervous.
you just feel safe.
later, when the gym empties and the lights dim, osamu walks you out, fingers laced with yours like itโs obvious. like itโs always been this way. at the door, atsumu squints at you, then at his brother, then groans.
โseriously,โ atsumu says. โi leave for five minutes.โ
osamu grins and pulls you closer.
โshe got the better twin,โ he says.
you laugh, leaning into him, grayscale world suddenly feeling very full.
and somewhere deep in his chest, something settles, satisfied, already planning a future where you never have to tell twins apart again because youโll always know where you belong.
n: now, do not mind that things sound a lil dark, idk what came over me to add some possessive tones in there.
when you started dating atsumu, you didn't realise it meant getting to know not one, but two people. you've been together for a little over a month now and even if you haven't yet met osamu, you sometimes wonder which twin you actually know better.
logically, it should be your boyfriend, right? but then one evening, while cooking red beans, you pause and think, โahh osamu probably wouldnโt love that seasoningโ. that's when it hits youโyour boyfriend has the habit of bringing up his brother way more than heโd ever admit. only a few weeks into your relationship and youโre already stocked with random facts like: โya know โsamu loves matcha cookies, but it's disgustin' right? chocolate cookies are just betterโ when youโre at the grocery store. and โthose are 'samu's favourite snacks. he hit me once just 'cause i ate 'em. they're not even that good. he's such a dickhead.โ when you're watching a movie.
every time, he insists on the fact that he likes the exact opposite of whatever osamu does. but you donโt say anything. because, wellโdeep down, you realise that's just his way of loving his brother, fondly and absolutely.
so when you finally meet the infamous osamu for the first time, you make sure to prepare him his favourite dish (too bitter to atsumu's taste), get his favourite beer (โ'samu loves kirin, i prefer asahi!โ) and even light a candle with his favourite scent (apple pie; even though atsumu would have chosen salty water).
โthat's so good. howโd ya even know i liked that?โ osamu asks, his eyes wide.
you steal a glance at your boyfriend, whoโs completely clueless, and smile.
เญจเงDilf!Osamu taking his younger gf shopping เญจเง
Part of Dilf!Osamu and his controversially younger gf series (stay tuned)
Highly suggestive!
Dilf!Osamu who trails after you whilst you shop, his beefy arms carrying all your bags with such ease, including your handbag which you insisted many times that you can carry.
Dilf!Osamu who is sat in the cramped changing rooms, his large stature on the little bench which looks almost comical. Burly arms twitching slightly, his fingers itching to help in any way possible.ย
Dilf!Osamu whose large palms gently manoeuvre your waist so he can see all angles of the dress youโre trying. Calloused hands from years of working tracing at the details of the dress, your breath hitching when you feel his palms go lower.. and lower.. and lower.ย
Dilf!Osamu who gestures for you to do a little spin once youโve tried an article of clothing on. His fingers doing a little circular motion each time, his eyes hooded and peering up at you smugly; knowing youโll do exactly that.
Dilf!Osamu who canโt help it when youโre both in a changing room and his hand wanders under the pretty summer dress youโve been wearing or trying on. His large palms knead the soft, supple skin of your upper thigh, desperate for more.ย
Dilf!Osamu who begins to get more handsy, his patience now wearing thin from the countless stores youโve been going into. All he wants now is to go home, for you to privately model everything for him and get an even closer and more hands on look :(ย
Dilf!Osamu who is more than happy to buy his controversially younger girlfriend anything she desires, because how can he say no to her? Especially if sheโs going to be wearing one of those matching sets that heโs had a sneak peek of.ย
Dilf!Osamu who will mindlessly nod along at whatever new makeup product youโre talking about. His hand is littered with different swatches, heโs your personal palette to test shades after all!!
Dilf!Osamu who wants you to do a kiss test to see if your new lipstick transfers to his lips. His lips now stained a light pink from all of the tests you have done, but he doesnโt mind at all.
Dilf!Osamu who carries all your bags (including your handbag) without you even having to ask, because why wouldnโt he do that?
Came home from shopping the other day and had a vision
@karnevil has been making me SO osamu pilled and now he's consuming my thoughts (pirate!osamu when??)
disclaimer: accidently mixed up bighit and hybe, sooo DONT come for me ๐ซฉ
vol. 1: #damn
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martin's recently been on his A-game, debuting in a boy group, having the fans he's always wanted. on the big screen making people who don't even know him, proud of him.
it's been three months after debuting his new group "CORTIS" and he couldn't be happier.
one thing leads to another and martin has found himself doomscrolling on various social media's until on post in particular catches his attention. Hybe. Hybe Label's new post. their new girl group. he doesn't think much of it until he sees the one person he thought he pushed aside, the distraction he needed to get away from, who he thought he'd never seen again until his eyes landed on you. y/n, the girl he talked to for months, the girl he led on, and the girl he ghosted all together. and now she's debuting? damn, she looked gorgeous. he couldn't deny that.
as he's sprawled across his bed, a questions start to pop into his head. 'do i miss her?' 'does she remember me?' 'damn...i wonder if she thinks about me.' his silent questions still the air, not his normal airflow throughout the house, more tense. like it has some meaning or something that martin needs to understand before it's way too late.
he's reading through comments, trying to find anything about her again, though he tries to keep a low profile. while looking through the comments, james texts the groupchat.
a/n: ew this lowkey sucks but uhhhh, ive had this done for like two weeks debating if i should post...
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Could i have a soft drabble with osamu, just him and reader cooking together in a warm, kind home?
Thanks a bunch hunโค๏ธ๐งก
Rain is pelting the windows, blurring the world outside into a greyish thing. The dryer beeps, and you leave your perch by the window to pull out laundry, slipping into one of Samu's hoodies in the process.
You hear him whistling before he's even through the door, bringing with him the smell of rain and your neighbour's cigarettes.
"Hey," he leans in for a kiss as you walk past. "You smell good."
"You too," you tell him, pulling him in for another kiss. He tastes like cool air and a curry bun he must have sneaked in during his grocery run. "Laundry is done."
"Great. Are you hungry?"
"I could eat."
"They had a new Chili Oil at the store, how does Ramen sound? Or do you want something fried?"
"Both?"
"Good choice," he nods, his mind already in the kitchen even if his body is still pressed against yours.
"Samu?"
"Yeah?"
"Kiss me properly before you start cooking, okay?"
His smile is boyish and bright, and his kisses taste the same. "As you wish."
