Same Page | Miya Osamu x Reader

~Chapter 9~

"Okay, good. Next, Imaizu!" Mrs. Michiko carried on with the attendance.

You lowered your hands as well as slouching your shoulder with your head hanging forward low. Slowly closing your eyes, almost dozed off. You just continue resting, standing in the middle of the field track. You can't wait for the bus to finally come so you can keep on with sleeping.

You felt Osamu's warm body go in front of you, then your head came into contact with his built chest. "Aho, ya shouldn't have felt excited last night. Yer supposed to save up energy for today. Look at ya now, sleeping while standing."

Osamu had laid your head on his chest, his hands slowly and gently stroked your soft hair. It's warm, his body brings warmth to you. You loved it that you wanted to stay like this, but no, you shouldn't be doing that. He has crazy fangirls.

"Urusai [うるさい - Shut up]..." You pushed him away. Your sleeping eyebags meet his grey eyes. "How long will the bus come?"

Osamu shrugged. "Yer can lay on my chest for now." He extended his arms wide, motioning you to crash in.

You hesitated, from the corner of your eyes, you can see the fangirls are glaring at you intently. This is the disadvantage of having a friend that was attractive and popular.

You shake your hands. "No thanks."

"Why not?"

"You know why."

"No, I don't think so." He innocently tilted his head.

"Kyaaaaa, Osamu-san is so cute!!!" The fangirls squeal somewhat quietly, whisper-squeal.

You deadpanned looking at him before leaning close to his ear. "Yer fangirls are glaring at me, dumbass." You whispered.

Osamu was about to blush as your presence was close to him, and that your breath tickled on his skin, somewhere around the side of his neck. Though the whisper was more like a warning for him.

Osamu averted his eyes towards the fangirls, giving the look of "stop glaring at her". Shockingly, his fangirls immediately obeyed. The sense of glaring aura was gone.

"There, they're not glaring at you now. Don't worry." He reassured you.

"That seems like a torture, Osamu..."

"Well, ya don't like them glaring at ya."

"Yeah... thanks I guess."

The engine of the bus finally came to the school and parked it on the school field. "Alright class, enough chit chatting and get ready to hop on the bus." Mrs. Michiko announced.

"Osamu~ Let's sit together~" Maru chimed as she approached Osamu and clasped onto his arm.

"No. Get off." Osamu tried to shake her off him, but clasping techniques are stronger than shaking.

"No~ I'm stuck with you." Maru makes a cute face expression.

You could see Osamu's disgusted face, like he was looking at her in disgust. He then grabbed her hands that clasped onto his arm. You know that he was trying to get her off him. But in some way, the sight of it looks like they were a couple. One feeling has boiled in your stomach.

Jealousy.

'No, not again.' You teared your eyes away from them, turning your back towards them, trying so hard to block their voices. But that doesn't do anything, the sight keeps playing in your mind.

Why are you feeling jealous? There's nothing to be jealous about, right? What was the reason? Because Osamu's attention was on Maru and forgot about you? No, that's not it. Is it because Maru makes you jealous?