It’s okay | Osamu Miya x Reader x Suna Rintaro

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Summary: Guys take care of you when your first drug experience is not good.

Warning: Drugs, obviously.

You regret coming to this stupid party. You regret having agreed to smoke that joint with friends, not with your classmates because true friends would not leave you alone in your state.

You are scared because you felt hot, but not in the horny sense but the sick sense as if you had a fever. You didn’t know if it was normal. Nor if the headache was normal, although you weren’t sure if that was to the music or the joint.

The only thing that was clear to you was that you didn’t want to be alone. But you didn’t want to talk to a stranger so you scoured the house looking for a familiar face. Nothing.

You started thinking about calling Kita, surely you would earn a scolding from your senpai because he had warned you not to hang out with those girls but you didn’t care. You needed someone’s security.

“Y / n!” A voice called out to you and you instantly turned to meet Osamu.

“Osamu!” you screamed and threw yourself to hug him, surprising him “I don’t feel good”

“What’s wrong with you?” Suna asked making you aware of his presence.

“I smoked joint and now my head hurts” you looked at them both with watery eyes “I also think I have a fever”

You weren’t even finished speaking and Osamu had already placed a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. He frowned when he saw that you were right.

That simple gesture was enough for Suna to open Uber and ask for a car.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes” she announced.

You started crying. Not because you didn’t want to leave but because you ruined your friends’ night. Once they could relax and you showed up to screw it up.

“Sorry to ruin your night” you sobbed looking at the floor.

“What are you talking about? I only came because Atsumu forced me. Thanks to you I have an excuse to go” said Osamu.

“But…

"This party is disgusting. You’re doing us a favor” Suna interrupted “Now stop whining, silly” I wipe your tears. But every time he got rid of one, a new one appears.

“I’m sorry, I can’t stop crying” you admitted feeling embarrassed that they saw you this way. You probably looked pathetic with a red nose and watery eyes. Your sight is so clouded by tears that you could no longer see clearly the rest of the boys. They were surprised, they had never seen you like this before, you didn’t even cry so much when one of Riseki’s serves hit you on the head.

“Okay, Y / n,” said Osamu hugging you and instantly hid your face in his chest “Why don’t you tell us about the new anime you’re watching?” He asked while stroking your hair.

“I don’t want to, I just want hugs” you reached out to grab Suna’s jacket and bring him in for the hug.

Suna was going to run away until she saw the look Osamu gave her. He stayed even though he felt uncomfortable but then enjoyed the warmth of the three of them. And he felt even better when you stopped crying. In the end, he didn’t want to get away from you when you had to leave because the car had already arrived.

They ended up deciding to go to Osamu’s house. Your headache disappeared after trying the first bite of onigiri that Osamu made and while they ate Suna she showed them funny tik toks making you almost choke. When they got to the pole, Suna started talking about secrets and gossip about his classmates.

“I have a secret,” you said drawing the attention of both “I love you guys” you kissed the cheek of both.

“Y / n, you’re so corny, a thank you was enough,” said Suna with flushed cheeks, just like Osamu.

“You don’t even have to thank us, any friend would take care of taking care of his friend,” the other boy said this time.

You smiled and nodded.

If you were brave enough, you would have clarified that when you said that you loved them, you were not saying it only because of what they had done for you today, but that you were seriously confessing your feelings.

It’s okay, at least you have them as friends. For now, you could settle for that.

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Guilty | Osamu Miya x Reader x Atsumu Miya

Summary: You are too familiar with the feeling of guilt….if you knew that you aren’t the only one.

Warning:Angst.

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You never imagined that you would end up in love with Osamu. Not because you will hate him or he was unpleasant but because you didn’t imagine that you were going to end up feeling more than friendship for him.

You feel guilty for having a crush on Osamu. You shouldn’t have feelings for someone other than your boyfriend, much less your brother-in-law.

You feel guilty for spending more time at Onigiri Miya than at your own home. At first, you only went because Osamu did not want you to be alone when Atsumu was going to play but later you began to cancel plans with your friends to be with Osamu and help him with the premises.

“At this rate, I’ll have to start paying you,” Osamu said one day while you were helping him clean up after he had closed.

“Don’t be silly, I do it willingly” you smiled at him.

“I will feel bad for making you work without any pay”

“To clear your conscience, why don’t you pay me by watching a movie with me?”

You tried not to panic, you weren’t flirting, you just invited him to see a movie, you weren’t out of place …You wanted the earth to swallow you or someone beat you for your idiocy.

You expected Osamu to reject you. But to your surprise, he didn’t. Then you two ended up at his house and as if that were not enough ended up doing a marathon. Of course, you ended up asleep and of course, Osamu was a gentleman and he wouldn’t let you sleep on the couch so he carried you up to his room. Right at that moment, you had to wake up.

“Osamu?”

He couldn’t help but think that you looked cute trying to keep his eyes open.

“It’s okay, still sleeping”

“Am I not dreaming now?” you said confused.

“You don’t dream”

“I thought so because you are carrying me like you are a prince and I am a princess”

Your dream disappeared when you heard him laugh. You felt your heart race. You did not finish enjoying the moment because the guilt settled back in your head when remembering Atsumu.

The next day you two didn’t talk about it. Never did.

You feel guilty for getting jealous when a client flirted with Osamu. You haven’t right to be. You don’t even get so upset when you see thousands of girls fill in comments on Atsumu’s last photo at the gym.

“What is this?” you asked looking at the box Osamu had just put on the counter.

“Open it” you looked at him and he pushed the box in your direction.

“Why?” You looked at the chocolates in surprise.

“You seemed to have a bad day yesterday so I thought this would cheer you up”

“Thank you” you smiled and Osamu did not take long to imitate you.

This time you weren’t the only one to feel guilty. You felt guilty for worrying him and Osamu felt guilty for making homemade chocolates. That is supposed to be a boyfriend, not a brother-in-law.

You feel guilty for feeling more excited when Osamu sent you a message instead of waiting excitedly for Atsumu to call you. And Osamu felt guilty for looking for any excuse to talk to you.

You feel guilty for not scoring excited every day until you see Atsumu again. You are nervous to see it, every day that passes you feel a horrible weight on your shoulders. And you are not the only one. Osamu shouldn’t wish for Atsumu to take a few more days to return.

You feel guilty when Atsumu comes home because you didn’t know how to look him in the eye without wishing that whoever was next to you was his twin. While Osamu feels guilty for wanting to be Atsumu every time the two enter the restaurant hand in hand.

At this point, you were only still with the blonde because you knew that once you are done with him you will lose contact with Osamu. You are a horrible person because Atsumu did not deserve this, he deserved someone who truly loved him and you were not going to deprive him of that just because of your selfishness. So you decided to break up with him.

“Not!” Atsumu said horrified making you feel worse “If it’s because he spent a lot of time practicing I swear I’ll change, I’ll make more time for us, I’ll take you on dates”

“Atsumu, stop, please,” you asked “Volleyball is not the problem. You are not the problem, you do not have to change anything “

"Then what is? I am sure that whatever it is we can solve it ”I take your hands.

You wanted to hit yourself when you saw how Atsumu was trying not to cry. If you had known that they ended up causing Atsumu so much pain then you would never have agreed to be his girlfriend. You never imagined that things would end like this.

"It’s me” you let go of his hands and hugged yourself to prevent him from grabbing them again.

“What are you talking about?”

“The best thing for both of us, for you, is that we break up” you continued as if you hadn’t heard him, trying to ignore the lump in your throat.

“Y / n, don’t avoid the question. What’s the problem? ”He interrupted.

You knew that Atsumu deserved an explanation because everything seemed to look good and out of nowhere you want to break up with him. But you couldn’t tell him that you were in love with Osamu. You didn’t want him to fight his brother because of you.

“I’m not in love with you anymore. I’m sorry” you answered with a broken voice “But I still love you ”

“It’s a joke?” you flinched when you heard the tone that the blonde used. “Are you saying that you are no longer in love with me but that you love me? It is contradictory “

“I love you but not like a couple loves their partner. Even if we break up I’m going to keep worrying about you, Atsumu. I want you to be happy that’s why I break up with you. Atsumu, wait! ” You started to panic when you saw how he was about to leave the apartment. “Don’t go!” You took him by the shoulder, you were afraid of what could happen to him leaving so late.

“Leave me alone” he snapped out of your grip and left.

You bit your lip hard trying to hold back your urge to cry. You shouldn’t cry after all you were the one to blame.