Same Page | Miya Osamu x Reader

~Chapter 11~

"Go on, kiss me." Suna mumbled through your hands.

"It-it's supposed to be on the cheek!" You squealed out.

"Oi Suna, stop that!" Osamu had once again saved your life. He split the two of you off. "That's it for tonight, no more playing this game."

"Aww, but (Y/N) hadn't kissed me yet." Suna pouted. In just a second, he felt a peck on the cheek from you.

"There, done. I-I kind of feeling tired now, so imma head back to my r-room. Bye guys." Without waiting for them to bid back goodbyes, you just rushed out of the room. They can clearly see your tomato face.

"Man, I never thought you had the guts to do that, Suna!" Atsumu laughed, hands on his forehead like he just saw something unbelievable.

Ginjima had his hands cover his mouth. "That went far, my dude."

"What if she's uncomfortable from now on?" Kosaku worriedly asked.

"Suna, what the hell was that man!" Osamu yelled, he was furious as expected.

"I'm just trying to play a fair game." Suna raised his hand in defence.

"Was that even fair?"

"Yes, she needs to kiss me on the lips. That's the fair point."

"It doesn't have to be there."

"Well that's where you chose to kiss her, Osamu." Suna stretched out his legs. "If I were you, I would definitely choose to kiss her on the lips instead of on the cheek."

Osamu gives him a deadly glare. He kissed your cheek to make you comfortable instead of kissing on the lips. When Suna went far at that time, Osamu thought that Suna might have a crush on you since he wasn't afraid of going further on you.

"You like her, don't ya?" Osamu clenched his hand into a fist, trying to calm his nerves down.

Suna let out a snicker. "Well... effortlessly, I wouldn't say I like her." Suna played with the bottle before pointing it at Osamu. "But if ya don't like to see that view again or someone makes a move like what I did just now, ya better get to her before anyone could. Got that, dude?"

These words, is he tryi- no, are they trying to set him up with you? Those smug faces they're making, almost creeps him out.

Why?

Osamu almost didn't know what they were talking about or what they're trying to do. He never expects himself to get shipped with you by them.

How?

Osamu pondered whether he had a secret that was hidden inside him that he himself didn't know. That could be impossible though since he knows a lot of secrets for himself.

What?

Is it obvious? Osamu is not sure himself whether he had these "love" feelings towards you. Does the warm sensation and butterflies forming in the stomach count? He does care about you, but does he ever think about going to another level?

Question after question, doubts after doubts. This really baffled Osamu. He didn't have an answer for every question that he thought. If he shared it out to his friends or his brother, they probably would gain suspicion towards him. Or even worse, teasing that "he's in love" and stuff.

So, he just keeps it to himself. He will settle it for himself.

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The door's open which makes Aimi perked up. You were on the door, panting heavily. It's not like you just run a whole mile to this room. It's what Suna had made a move on you or about the game that happened a moment ago.

"Geez, are yer okay?" Aimi stood up from her futon and went to you, gently patting your back. (Futon is a padded unsprung mattress originating in Japan, that can be rolled up or folded in two.)

"I... need... w-water..." You managed to speak up a little. Let's just say that nervousness wasn't gonna go away for a while.

Aimi nodded, leading you to your futon before taking a glass of water for you. Once that is done, she sits beside you, handing you the glass of water.

"Tell me where ya had gone that make you run until yer breath ran out." She said.

After you drink the water, you shake your head in no for the response. "It's better... for ya not to know... where I was."

"Oh come on girl! Yer words make me wanna know about it!"

"I'm tired, I don't even want to talk about what just happened."

"What just happened?"

"Aimi..."

"Okay fine, take a rest then. Goodnight~" Aimi walked to her futon and tucked herself in before drifting off to dreamland. Now that was fast.

You stayed for a bit, laying on the futon after putting the glass on the table. Thoughts were swirling around your mind. Making you crazy. You don't want to misunderstand the situation, but you can tell that Suna was doing it on purpose.

Or maybe you're hallucinating. What's the point of him wanting to kiss you on the lips? That's a weird situation. And why do the others other than Osamu don't stop Suna from kissing you?

Was that all part of their plan? Is Osamu getting all clueless about this too? These boys are weird these days. What are they tryna to do? Embarrassed you?

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{𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫}

Suna: Hiya, it's finally my turn to show up. Just so all the reader-chan know, I do like ya, but not in a romantic way. 'Kay? What I did to you was just a help out for my friend Osamu here.

Osamu: What?

You: What?

Suna: ......Ya two heard nothing.

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Reminder: This is a Miya Osamu x Reader story, so there is no love triangle happening in this story. Though there is some confession made but not from your volleyball club friends.

If they did, it was a tease 😏.

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