Same Page | Miya Osamu x Reader

~Chapter 3~

Then, it's your turn, you sit in the fourth row. You mentally prayed yourself to be fine before standing up from your seat. "My name is (L/N) (Y/N)." Just like the second and third-row boys, you made a small introduction and sat back down.

Yes, you were shy when meeting new people. It's really embarrassing and awkward to have lots of pairs of eyes watching you or staring at you. Even the back row.

"Ah, (L/N)-san~ It's nice to meet you. Not gonna lie, you're really pretty and cute at the same time!" This homeroom teacher is so sweet that she even makes you blushed for complimenting you.

"Uhh a-arigatogozaimasu, sensei." You stood up and bowed politely to her, a few strands of hair covering your face. She smiled in response before proceeding to the next row, which is the last row that Osamu seated on.

Osamu stood up and went on with his introduction. "Miya Osamu, and I love eating food." With that, he sat back down.

Did he really have to mention that he likes eating food?

"Ohh, so you're one of the Miya Twins." Osamu nodded at the teacher's statement. "Which class is your brother in?"

"He is dumber than me so he's in Class 1-2." He bluntly replies, earning a few snickers from the classmates, including you.

(If you guys didn't know how their classes work, based on what I searched, the cleverest class was Class 1-5, the weakest class was Class 1-1.)

"O-ohh, okay. Do you really have to describe him like that?"

"Yes."

"Haha, alright then uhm, let's move on to the second row." The introduction goes on with five more rows.

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After the homeroom period was done, the second period of the day had come. It was the Japanese period. The teacher was once again a female, she had short brown hair that was tied up into a small bun and brown eyes. Once the teacher had already gotten-to-know-each-other with the students, the teacher begins with the lesson. Every student in the class took out their textbook, notebook, and a pencil or mechanical pencil or pen in their hands.

As you were focusing on the textbook, you felt a little push to your chair. Your eyes glanced up with your eyes furrowed. You know the little push was from the boy behind you. You decided not to bother turning around because you thought that maybe it was an accident.

But it wasn't.

He repeatedly pushes your chair one time and another with his shoes. 'Is he f*cking serious?! How am I supposed to concentrate like this!' You thought as an irk [💢] appeared on your forehead.

Osamu, to be honest for himself, was having fun. He knows that disturbing you was a rude thing to do, especially when you were concentrating. But he couldn't help it. He was bored and for some reason, he wanted your attention.

Maru saw it all since she was sitting beside Osamu. The feeling of jealousy formed in her stomach. Osamu himself literally told her not to disturb him because he doesn't like it. But what is he doing with you? Why can he disturb you and not her?

The unfinished push from your chair really annoys you now. You wanted to shout at that annoying gray-haired boy, but you didn't want to make a fuss or a drama in the middle of the class lesson. So you ripped off a piece of paper from your notebook and wrote something on it, folding it properly before tossing the paper behind you.

The paper landed on Osamu's desk, which shocked him because he didn't see you do it. But he was grateful anyway. He picked up the paper and opened it, reading the neat words that you wrote on the cute design note.