a heart to hold miya osamu [ ✓ ]

a perfect fit

miya osamu
"of course it does."

you laughed, tossing a couple
more snacks into the basket
before leading him to the sweets
section.

"for realzies!"

"tsumu's personality is more
of a best friend to me."

"i actually enjoy your contrast
with me and how much calmer
you are."

"he's like summer and you're like
winter."

you glanced at osamu and smiled
warmly.

"a little cold to begin with but
the potential of warmth from
you is extremely comforting."

perhaps osamu could have turned
away and hid his blush but he let
you see it, a shy smile forming on
his lips at your rather sweet words.

miya osamu
"you're cheesy."

you laughed, tossing a couple
boxes of pocky into the basket.

"only for you!"

"but hey! tell me what you
thought about me!"

miya osamu
"i thought you were annoying
for eating your lunch in class."

miya osamu
"thought it was childish and
weird and i always caught you
staring."

you blushed furiously out of
embarrassment and turned away,
pinching the bridge of your nose.

"okay, that's enough, i take it
the fuck back."

osamu laughed.

miya osamu
"i never really paid much
attention to other people
but despite you creeping
on me, i thought you were
cute."

miya osamu
"i kinda fell for your onigiri
way before i fell for you."

"i could be the ugliest gal in the
world and you'd still look at me
because my onigiri is banger?"

you turned to osamu and
exaggerated a pout, making
him chuckle.

he extended an arm and
tugged you close to him,
bringing you into a quick
hug which you responded
to quick.

your arms wrapped around
his torso and you gave him
a gentle squeeze.

he patted your head and smiled
at you.

miya osamu
"you're beautiful."

you laughed, blood rushing to
your cheeks at his sincerity.

you knew what he was getting
at and dismissed the topic,
thanking him before pulling away
to carry on with your snack tossing.

miya osamu
"i really liked that you were into
me though and that you showed
genuine interest in me and not
my brother."

miya osamu
"makes me really happy i met
you and decided to sit in the
back that one day."

"yeah?"

"i'm glad i met you, too."

"i've never really been this close
to anybody before and you make
me really happy."

osamu hummed, smiling to
himself as your back faced
him while you observed the
snacks.

he made a deep dive with you,
moving quick in the beginning
as if you were both running
forward together at a sprint. he
didn't tell you when he stopped
running and left you for a moment
but you had found your way back
to him, this time taking his hand
to walk right by his side.

soon enough, he picked up the
pace and now you two were
going to board a plane.

"osamu?"

he blinked, bringing himself out
of his thoughts and turning to
you.

miya osamu
"sorry, i was in my head."

miya osamu
"what's up?"

you laughed lightly.

"i asked if there's anything
you wanted in particular since
you've just been pulling the
basket along."

he smiled, shaking his head.

miya osamu
"no, i'm good, baby."

miya osamu
"i'll just take a bit of whatever
you pick out."

you laughed, waving him off before
reaching to grab his hand and
take him to the fridges to finally
grab popsicles.

he smiled, the feeling of your hand
in his bringing him a warmth and
fuzziness through his body.

you always held his hand passively,
as you promised, and that never
failed to make him happy. you kept
your word and always considered
his feelings, being selfless to let
him be selfish with his own heart.

he was thankful.

he slipped his hand out of yours
for a moment and you let him,
not bothered by it.

then, he took your hands in his,
letting his fingers slip in between
yours as he did so.

this caught you off guard and you
pulled away immediately, looking
up at him with a blush and a
shocked expression.

he laughed at the face you made.

"damn you fucking scared me, i
thought someone else grabbed
my hand when you held it like
that."

he shook his head, the smile on
his face remaining.

miya osamu
"no, dummy, i won't let anyone
else hold your hand."

you rolled your eyes playfully.

"well duh, vise versa, but at
least tell me."

"it felt weird for a moment since
we never hold hands like that."

miya osamu
"i know. but i wanna. so can we?"

you chuckled, rolling your eyes
playfully before letting him take
your hand once again.

his fingers interlocked with yours
and he gave you a squeeze which
you returned.

miya osamu
"your hand fits perfect against
mine, you know?"

you hummed, looking up at him
with a blush on your cheeks.

you smiled sweetly.

"yup! we might be soulmates,
huh?"

he laughed.

miya osamu
"maybe we are."