Same Page | Miya Osamu x Reader

~Chapter 6~

"I know, and I wouldn't let that happen." He retreated his hand and shoved it in the pocket of his black pants.

You took a second before glancing up at him with a small soft smile. "Thank you for saving me back there. You're so cool as usual."

He scoffed, a playful smirk on his face. "It's not a big deal."

"Really~" You nudged his arms with your shoulder. For a moment, your worried mood was gone. Then something clicked you. "Hold on a second, tell me why you're eavesdropping on me and that boy?"

"Well, easy. I knew that guy was suspicious in the first place. There's one time I saw him placing love letters on your shoe locker."

"Ah... souka... Did he come to school way earlier than me?"

"Trust me, he came at 5 am."

"Majika [マジか - Seriously]?! Oh my god, he's crazy." You whispered the last part of the sentence, afraid that other students that passed by could hear.

"Yup, so ya need to be more careful. Especially your looks."

"Hey! It's not my fault that I look attractive and that interests many boys!"

"Then I demand you to be less attractive."

"I'm not your assistant." You gave him a blunt face [😑].

"Whatever, just keep yer pretty look. It's better than being ugly." He roasted you, the playful smirk came back to his face.

But you don't feel offended, you also turning your facial expression into a smirking one [😏]. "So ya think I'm pretty too, huh?"

Osamu looks taken aback, his eyes widened. He turned away to hide his almost-blushing-face, and started to walk away. "S-shut up, I'm going to the cafeteria."

"Hehe." You snickered, leaning your back to the vending machine. Carefully tear the snack bar wrapper and eat it peacefully.

Osamu stopped his track, turned around his body to face you again. "What are yer doing?"

"Go ahead without me, I'm not going to the cafeteria for today." You're turning your direction opposite him, ready to head to your classroom.

Not until his muscular arms wrapped around your shoulder, makes you spin around. "No, you're coming with me." He dragged you, arms not leaving your shoulders.

"O-oi! Osamu!"

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"I would like to register as the new manager."

"I want to be a manager for this club."

"Do accept me please."

"B-because I want to work for the team."

"I can handle stuff?"

"Maybe you didn't know, but I'm the type of person that the boys can rely on."

"I totally can finish the job in no time."

"This is my last year in high school, so I need to be the manager so I can be with the boys."

You sighed, feeling a heavy headache about to crush you. These are the comments that you receive from first years, second years, and even third years, wanting to apply for the manager job.

Honestly, you knew they were lying.

It's so obvious since you saw them multiple times that they've come to the volleyball practice to watch and cheer for them. You recognized a lot of them. And you know for sure they came for the manager job, is to stay close to them.