Same Page | Miya Osamu x Reader

~Chapter 12~

Osamu perked up as he attended footsteps, walking down the hallway. Right when he turned around, there he saw the brunette girl, Aimi, walking halfway through the hallway with her hands together like a princess.

Something was odd. Aimi wears a worried face expression, and you aren't around her either. She's alone by herself. So, where are you? Also, why is Aimi feeling down? Did you abandon her too? Thoughts wandering around Osamu's head. He decides to speak up.

A faint male voice calling out on Aimi. Aimi widened her eyes as she listened to her name called by a familiar voice. It was from Miya Osamu. Her panic mode took shape again. But to be relieved, it wasn't the whole five boys she met yesterday when she's with you.

Aimi slowly and hesitantly turned around, her hands that were holding together grips tightly, swallowing a lump of saliva, feeling nervous to meet the person that she fangirled for too. She will try her best not to squeal at the sight of him.

Her brown eyes met with the grey eyes. His attractive yet bluntly looks came to her vision. "Y-yes, M-miya-san?" She mentally cursed herself for stuttering. It's not like this is her first time interacting with someone that she admires.

Osamu came forward to her. His built body towered her, and the fact that Aimi could see his toned chest from his little open up yukata on his chest. Heat started rising up on Aimi's face, or should she say, her whole body was fuming.

"Where's (Y/N)? Isn't she with ya?" Exactly, that's the first thing Osamu would ask about. Always about you, you, and you.

Instead of feeling depressed, her eeriness changed to anxiousness. Yeah, something was up.

"U-uh, eto..." Aimi gently rubs her cheek with her finger. A sweat dropped from the corner of her forehead. She couldn't find her words to explain, nor should she be telling the truth about you. She was scared that Osamu would be furious. Maybe not only angry at you but at her too.

"What's wrong?" Osamu's sudden voice almost made her jump.

Screw it.

"W-well, y-ya see..." She begins, eyes looking anywhere else but his eyes. She fumbled with her words at first, which confused the grey fox. Like literally, Aimi could clearly see the confusion written all over his face. Aimi knew that she had messed up. She embarrassed herself in front of someone she likes.

"Look, I don't know what yer saying. All I wanna know is how's (Y/N)? I couldn't contact her because her phone was turned off." Osamu had made sure his words were understandable for Aimi, and that he hoped Aimi could finally give him the answer he wanted.

Aimi made a gesture, shyness [👉🏻 👈🏻]. She took many deep breaths before finally feeling confident in herself. She needs to tell him, even though you said otherwise.

It was an accident after all.

"(Y/N) is..." She spoke, stopping for a few seconds, then her worried eyes gazed towards Osamu.

Osamu couldn't believe his ears when he heard the next one word from Aimi. His eyes widened in shock.

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