#no no last name osamu you dont deserve it

[zenitsustherapist]

boys when they're acting pretty for the camera idk i don't keep up with my oc lore

[voidcat]

as of recently i dont feel like finishing the p2 ( & the extra) for the vampire chuuya fic i had ('fangs dipped in wine') so in case anyone wants to hear how it'd proceed (or maybe write the rest on their own?), i'll try explaining:

about 6 days after your first encounter with chuuya, he returns- more like stumbles into your place (bc vampires need an invite to enter a place, something you didnt know, and he quite literally is hanging off your window, the dabbling of his feet dont do much to conceal the ridiculous and concerning scene. luckily it's not a busy night.)

a little talk here and there, he says he found you by chance bc he could spot your scent nearby, which you call "creepy", again, then he reveals the real reason he dropped by is bc he forgot to give you his address and assumed you'd not remember the way he directed you that night- he is right. no blood drinking or anything of the sort happens that night, which you find odd bc all honesty, you did expect a little demand from him but he is fully commited to the details of your arrangement.

the next day comes and weeks after it, it's usually a little talk, a little drinking (you whatever you want and him, your blood from the wrist or hand). more and more the meetings become frequent, a friendly dynamic takes over, you talk about your life and todays society (he is fascinated by how fast things are changing) and he answers your questions regarding creatures of the night, to his knowledge.

special abilities come up once or twice, with a little bat joke which he brushes off. one night he gets up and offering his hand to you, requests you to follow him, to the roof of his penthouse. and there, he asks you to hold on tight and try to stay as calm as you can, not overthink, and with that, he floats. and mind you, his place is one of the tallest in yokohama already, it is a surreal experince that night- the sky, the city and how the lights of the city seem to blur behind him, sparkling like stars as his face becomes all you can see in your focus.

after that the special abilities talk comes again (he is a little tipsy also getting more and more warmed up to you) he reveals his is like floating but actually has more to do with gravity. the details go through your head. you ask about what else is there, he confirms changing of forms (a triumph "Bat!" can be heard from you), enhanced senses, strenght, speed, clingling to surfaces be vertical or upside down, compelling. he is a little quiet as he says the last one, refuses to elaborate on it or tell funn stories (like he did with others) and instead gives you a stern look and ask you to avoid the name "dazai osamu" or any person you see in bandages. when you try to laugh off his extensive worry and how it'd be hard to spot bandages when the person is clothed, he just asks you to look for the neck, as it's more obvious. this topic never arises again.

then more time skip-ish. he first offers you to stay at his place instead, justifying he only works at night so neither of you would be in the other's way, and that the place isnt of much use to him any way and you deserve better than that crumpled place and your shitty landlord. reluctantly you agree. then implied time skip again (these are all days or few weeks btw) him drinking your blood by the time has moved from just being the wrist etc but he still sounds a little shy whenever you bring this up or joke. one day you offer him to drink from your neck, "it's winter, even if you leave a mark, my clothes will cover it dont worry" he just gets redder (if possible... whatever drop of blood he seemed to ahve in hs body rushes to his face, you think the flush suits him) when he tries to argue back, you then ask if drinking straight from the carotid has a different feelin g than other veins/arters, a meek "yes" is heard from him, and again you prompt him to try, that it is your own decision, your body to offer etc.

few days of this, yet the air between the two seemed to have gotten tense a little bit, he comes back later, "wakes up" earlier, and seems to do everything in his power to avoid you. a confrontation scene, you p much say you can leave if he doesnt want you around anymore bc its what seems to be happening in your eyes, he tries to explain thats not it but refuses to explain, your vpice gets louder, few more threats and some words of inconfidence/self doubts, then he just yells "i avoid you because i have these feelings inside me that i do not know what to do with or how you will react to!" so yea from now on u guys can assume make up make out whatever, kinda happily ever after.

edit: I don’t rmr if the og fic has it but if it doesn’t, there was supposed to be a convo revolving Chuuya still works (mafia stuff) and legit gets his earn from there. Reader jokes abt how other vampires (in media) don’t do any work and Chuuya admits “…I’m bad with math.” (Bc unless u had an inheritance from someone/somewhere, usually immortality’s one perk is u can invest in a small biz and it may take off in the near/far future, earning u lots of money etc etc. idk smt like that I don’t rmr the details of the convo a summary of the extra chapter that takes place after the p2:

normally i had picked which route to go with for the extra but atm i cant remember for the life of me so yea

[imaginethathaikyuu]

kinktober - day sixteen

osamu miya - hungry 

kinktober faq  kinktober prompt list

NSFW warning featuring: service top osamu, oral sex (reader receiving), fingerng, motivated by jealousy, he wants u bad, no aftercare other tags: osamu is very jealous, reader is a Player, their relationship is confusing and is never openly explained lol, months of osamu pining over u, mentions of reader using other men to make osamu jealous, potential ooc osamu but i dont care  fem reader

word count: 3377

p.s thank u @closetedweeb01 for beta reading the beginning and helping me get this story in the right direction it was so helpful<3! and thank u @natsuonii for helping me basically the entire time i was writing this fic up until like ten minutes ago LMAO ily thank u sm sophie muah thank u <33 and also to everyone else who reached out to help or gave advice :) much appreciate

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“Look up.” 

Osamu did, and you grinned, laughed in disbelief as you stood over him. 

“What?” he asked, squinting eyes dark with intent to stay looking at yours until you asked otherwise. 

“You listened.” 

“I already told you,” he started, and even as your hand moved to hold his face, even as you squatted down to straddle his lap, he didn’t break that eye contact and his baritone voice didn’t falter, “I would do anything you told me to do.” 

“Anything?” 

Osamu knew that you were testing him, but this was a game he was always ready to play. “Anything.” 

“Why’s that?” you asked, only teasing - you already knew his answer. “You got so jealous at the bar earlier, watching me dancing with Hinata. You know… you don’t own me, Osamu.” 

His only response, “I’m better than him,” and all you could do was laugh. 

The look in his eyes was all too familiar - seeing it was almost comforting. That hunger he only had for you was burning hotter than ever, now mixed with competitive passion and a need to win. 

“Shoyo’s pretty fit,” you hummed, a playfulness laced through your voice in a way that Osamu didn’t like. “I think he’d be a good time… I’m still waiting for him to text back.” 

With his hands on your hips Osaumu pulled you closer, slotting right between your legs, the center of you perfectly aligned with the peak in his jeans. 

“I’m better,” he repeated, and still, his voice was strong. As if you couldn’t break him no matter how hard you tried. 

But this teasing would only be fun for so long, and although Osamu could take it for as long as you’d give it, you were growing tired. You hadn’t given him so much as a crumb and still he was waiting for you to hand him a full meal - somehow his interest in you had only grown despite your snide teasing and better-than attitude. 

You were sure he would have lost interest by now, and yet he still acts as if the two of you hadn’t been in this exact position dozens of times before. Your plans to make him jealous never fall through even though everything he’s jealous of isn’t his, but he never fails to remind you that he’s the one you run back to. 

And he does do everything you say. He listens and complies and obeys and yet he’s never seemed as submissive as moments ago when two words had him looking up at you like a begging dog. 

You thrived on it. 

“Kiss me.” 

At any moment he could turn this around on you. He could leave you wanting, needing, begging; he could deny what you were asking of him and make you feel how he’s felt. And yet, he doesn’t. You told him to kiss you and so he kissed you, and he wouldn’t stop until you pulled away and gave him more instruction. 

It wasn’t like him to be so behaved, to exist by someone else’s word, but, really, he was only doing what he wanted to do; the gratification he felt from doing as you told him was unmatched, and the look of pride in your eyes despite any taunting words you’d say was addictive. 

And he’d take any chance he would get to show you how much he thrived on it. 

He was being eager and you liked it. His hips were rocking up against you in minutes; both of his hands were holding your face and keeping you in place so he could kiss you as long as he wanted. 

Maybe you were letting him get away with too much, and maybe this was going to go much faster than you ever intended, but he was finally showing you just how deeply hungry for you he was - and maybe you couldn’t get enough of it. 

You matched his rocking with a thrust of your own and you felt him shiver, and you pulled out of the kiss to take this chance to tease. 

“Too much?” 

“Not enough,” he groaned, chasing your lips for more. You only gave him a short taste before pushing him back again, and he hit the back of the couch with a thud. 

“God, you’re so fucking desperate,” you taunted. “Already this hard from one kiss?” 

“All for you,” he admitted, throwing his head back as he wondered why the hell he let himself do this with you. How many times had he watched you dancing and flirting with another man all while your eyes were on him? How many nights had you left him with nothing to do but fuck his fist while trying to remember the way your lips tasted? How much longer before he’d finally have enough? 

What was it about you that he was so addicted to, anyway? What did you give him that everybody else lacked? Maybe it was just the chase of it all - maybe when he finally got a piece of you he’d be able to get past the wave of emotions you send over him any time you were around. 

But he knew he’d never get enough. Even if all of you was only his, he wouldn’t be satisfied. 

“What do you want, Osamu?” 

“Whatever you’ll give me,” he answered without looking up. 

You eyed the expanse of his neck before latching your lips onto his skin, pulling a reaction out of him that had you shivering this time. 

“That’s not a good enough answer,” you hummed. “Tell me what you want.” 

Like he’d come to the end of his rope and had no other option but to blurt out the truth, he said, “I want to fuck you,” and he had to swallow another moan before he could think of continuing. “Wanna stuff you with my cock and fuck my cum into you and show you how much fucking better I am than anyone else who’s ever tried to make you feel as good as I can - fuck, stop moving your hips like that, baby.” 

While he was mumbling descriptions of daydreams, sounding like he was making a wish to some god or star above, you were left wondering how far you would take this. You always knew you’d eventually come to this point, and yet the answer isn’t as clear as you once thought it would be. 

What happens when you give Osamu what he wants? Your fun with him would end, this cat and mouse game would be over. He’d get a taste of what he’s needed and maybe he would realize you weren’t all that. And he’d be off chasing someone else while you were left looking behind, waiting to see his needy eyes on you. 

Still - perfect moments like these don’t come often. And you were done toying with him, weren’t you? 

“You think you can make me feel good, ‘Samu?” 

“I know I could.” 

“Better than Shoyo could?” 

Every time you think you’re pushing just the right buttons, Osamu’s patience shows out. He should have thrown you onto the couch and had his way with you by now - you’d have no complaints if that’s how it panned out - but he held back. Even though his eyes said everything he was thinking, he stopped himself. He waited for your exact word before making any decision. 

He was avoiding your eyes and you didn’t like it. “Look at me, Osamu.” He did.

“You’re gonna stop saying anyone else’s name, sweetheart - it’s not as cute as you think it is.” 

Your next two words, “Make me,” were punctuated with a dramatic shift in your position - he pushed your body onto the couch and came towering over you, just like you’d been expecting him to do. 

“That’s all I needed to hear - I will.” 

You watched in awe as the man finally seemed to crack; he pulled his shirt off and the mask he seemed to be wearing all this time came off with it. His pristine control was thrown across the room, and all that was left was a hungry man tearing your clothes off like he was preparing his last meal. 

“Are you finally gonna have your way with me?” 

He grinned and said, “No,” and for a second you naively thought he was giving you a taste of your own medicine. He’d never dream of doing that, though. “I’m gonna take you how you deserve, baby - gonna show you how to feel good.” He kissed you without permission this time, too sweet to be so short, and followed it with the biting whisper, “I’m yours to use - tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Use me.” 

You’ve always had this much control over him, but it was never this apparent. And you had never used it for much benefit, because you really never knew how tight of a hold you had on him. You could tighten his collar until he couldn’t breathe and he’d let you; he would take any pain you inflicted as long as you kissed him better afterwards. 

And he was begging you to tell him what to do, waiting patiently and staying eager, and only now were you realizing how badly you needed to be served by no one but him. 

Maybe that realization is what had your act of confidence dissolving; maybe that’s why you could hardly wrap your tongue around your next words, “Your mouth, Osamu,” because just the thought of getting what you wanted had your stomach fluttering and your underwear soaked. You’d spent so long pushing him to the edge that you ended up right there with him, teasing yourself more than you ever teased him. 

He asked, “Where?” with a daring flirting edge posed to be a genuine question, like he was trying to see how commanding you would be. 

You pushed his shoulders down and said, “You know where,” and as he finally moved lower down your body, you stripped yourself of the clothes he’d left behind. 

He watched in desired awe as your pretty bra fell to the floor; seeing you bare underneath him for the first time felt like a bigger test of temptation than any time you had ever teased him on purpose. 

But he knew where you wanted him, even if you wouldn’t say it, even if it’s not where he wanted to be yet, even if he couldn’t take his eyes off of your neck or chest or stomach - there was no need for him to do anything you didn’t ask for. 

You’d already kicked your pants off and all Osamu had to do was take off your underwear, which he noted weren’t a match to your bra, and he’d add that to his list of endearing things about you. It was something so normal that nobody else would notice while he’d remember forever, something he’d tease you for later, something he’d stroke himself to the thought of. 

It’d go to the back of his mind for now, though, as he pulled your underwear down your shaking legs while you watched him. 

And he was convinced he was going to wake up any second now, so he rushed to make himself comfortable between your legs before his alarm clock woke him up - because there was no way this could actually, finally be happening. “God, you’re a dream.” 

“Hurry.” 

He could’ve listened, but he had to treat you right - this was only worth doing if he took his time. 

“Just relax,” he told you as he left kisses along your hip, “can’t rush these things.” 

“I would have came three times by now, if Sho - shit!” 

You were cut off with a rough spank to your thigh as well as Osamu’s tongue just barely tracing your clit, and it was enough to have your words stick to your throat. 

“What was that?” His voice sounded as dark as the look in his eyes, and it showed you that you’d finally found a button you shouldn’t press.  

“Go on - finish that sentence. I dare you to.” And he smacked your thigh again, just to prove his point. “You think anybody else would take their time with you? Would anyone else give this pretty pussy the attention it deserves, baby? Or do you know I’m the only one?” 

You had to swallow any excess pride just so you could voice a shaky reply, “I don’t know - show me.” 

Instead of voicing a response, he knew the only thing he had to do was what you asked. But he was sure if you pulled another stunt like that he’d end up leaving bruises with how brutally he’d show his ownership of you - that was one thing he wouldn’t let you get away with. 

But in that moment all he had to do was hook his arms around your thighs, hold you against his face, and devour you like he’d been dying to do for months now. So that’s what he did, and he watched as you threw your head back, listened as you moaned out for him, held you down as you rocked your hips against his face - and that was it. He felt like he’d just gotten a ticket into heaven. 

“That’s it,” he hummed, and you hardly noticed he’d pulled his mouth off of you because he didn’t break for long. He left with his teeth barely grazing your clit before he let himself speak again, and you had to reach down and grab his hand just to keep yourself grounded. “Just come undone for me, baby.” 

He groaned loud into you when you got a hold of his hair, and you felt those vibrations from his throat to your toes. 

And he needed you; he had his name on your lips and your legs around his head and his tongue inside you and still, still it wasn’t enough. He wanted more even though he had it all, and he wanted to push you further even though you were right where he needed you to be. 

But you kept pulling his hair and squeezing his hand and moaning his name - you were begging for him in every way you could and Osamu could hardly keep going without completely devouring you. 

You seemed to be getting close and he was filled to the brim with pride, but he had to stop to see just how much control you had slipped into his grasp. 

“Look down.” 

You did; for the first time, to Osamu’s recollection, you listened to him. 

You opened your eyes and saw him looking up at you, with the same look in his eyes as when you gave him that instruction, messy hair and flushed cheeks making him look as fucked out as you felt. 

Finally, suddenly, eagerly, he gave you more than just his mouth, his fingers exploring until he sunk two of them into you, and your head fell back. 

“Look at me,” he demanded, the sharpness of his voice matching the bite he left inside your thigh. “Don’t look away, or you’ll finish yourself off. And you’ll be moaning my name when you do, I’m sure.”

“Osamu, please.” 

“Just like that,” and he was laughing at you, grinning and happy to be the one teasing. “What is it, sweetheart? You wanna cum for me?” 

You pulled his hair and forced his mouth onto you, “Please, ‘Samu,” and he let you take the reins again because, despite how much he loved toying with you, all he really wanted to do was give you what you wanted.  “Fuck, just let me cum.” 

The curl of his fingers pumping into you and the warmth of his tongue lapping your clit and the obscene moans coming from his throat, with the look in his eyes and how tightly he was holding your hand and the way he was listening to your every command - it was all too much. It was all the realization of what you’d been missing, teasing, and leaving; it was something you didn’t know if you’d have again but you sure as hell couldn’t go without. 

He could see the way your body reacted to every single touch, and maybe that’s why he was giving it to you exactly how you liked. And he wanted to cause a scene; you were moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear and still not loud enough for Osamu - he was pleasuring you like he had an audience watching him and he’d be damned if he disappointed. 

He was made for this, you were sure - he was right where he belonged and both of you were loving it. 

“Come on, baby,” he taunted, “wanna see you cum for me, sweetheart, wanna feel this tight cunt cumming around my fingers - I know you’re holding back, just let it go.” 

He tried pulling his hand from yours but you only tightened your hold and pulled his mouth back down to your clit rather than giving him his free hand or a moment to breathe. So he squeezed your hand, endeared at the feeling of you holding on to him. 

Osamu felt it as you started to do as he told you and let go - he watched as your world started to amplify as you chased for more of him, begged to reach that peak, focused on getting there. Your eyes squeezed shut and Osamu just didn’t have it in him to punish you for it, especially when you looked so pretty being absolutely unraveled. 

Teasing words were caught in the back of his throat but he couldn’t stop tasting you long enough to say them. Your thighs were shaking and your moans were screams and he could hardly keep pumping his fingers with how tight your walls were pulsing around them and that was it - Osamu was close to cumming himself just at the sight of you cumming for him, and the ache in his pants was more apparent now than ever before. 

But he couldn’t care about his own pleasure, not while he was so absolutely focused on you and yours. You were the only thing on his mind and he could only hope you were thinking about solely him. 

“So fucking hot,” he said, not even thinking anymore as he kept you cumming with his fingers. “My good fucking girl - that was all for me, wasn’t it? Look at you, making a fucking mess, all for me. All mine, aren’t you?” 

He couldn’t stop, he wanted to draw this out and take you there again, he wanted to push you farther. He didn’t want you to catch your breath or take a break, he only wanted you to keep moaning, begging, cumming for him. 

But, as he was ready to add a third finger inside of you, “Too much, ‘Samu.” 

“Not enough,” he reminded you. “You’ve got one more for me, sweetheart, try for me.” 

But you pulled on his hand you’d been holding, trying to pull him up to you, and he had to give in. After pulling his fingers out of you, careful and slow and too attentive to the way your body seemed to resist, he let you tug him up. 

You clinged to him, your legs coming to wrap around his waist and your hand holding his jaw to bring him down for a kiss. 

“You’re a mess,” you said with a laugh upon noticing his glossy lips and soaked chin, all caused by you. 

“It’s your fault,” he said. “I’ll go clean up - you need anything?” 

You shook your head, “Stay,” and hooked your legs together across his back, as if to lock him into place. 

“Look who the clingy one is now,” he remarked, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love it. 

He didn’t know what all of it meant. He didn’t know how you had gone from dancing with another man mere hours ago to clinging onto Osamu like he was the only thing keeping you sane, but it didn’t matter. He had you and you were his, at least for the night, and he’d gotten a more than good enough taste of you. That was all he needed to know it’d never get better than you - and he’d keep waiting for more. 

[bokutosbestie2]

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

I kinda want to make a playlist for this story ☻

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Y/N pov :

" HEY! I recognized you! ARENT you the Origiris guy!"

" Yea I am, the name is Osamu. "

" Ok OSAMU why I'm I here? "

" HEY don't ask me! Ask Atsumu he the one who brought you here. I JUST GOT HERE! "

" YOU! OREO-LOOKING HAIR! WHY YOU BRING ME HERE HUH! " pointed at him as he jumped up from the couch.

" YOU WERE HELLA DRUNK! ALSO, YOU WERE WANDERING AROUND ALONE!? SOME DUDE could've TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF YOU of how DRUNK YOU WERE! "

" HMM GOOD POINT!... BUT WAIT HOW COME I'M IN YOUR SHIRT! "

" HEY, YOU THREW UP ON YOURSELF! I DIDN'T CHANGE YA.. YOU CHANGED AND SHOWER ON YER OWN! " Atsumu held up his hands defensively.

" Yea the look of panic on my brother's face shows he telling the truth," Osamu said as he tries to compose his laughter.

" HMM I GUESS I'll BELIEVE YA.. "

I only remember me showering and putting on a random shirt now thinking about it..

" WAIT never mind your right I did shower on my own...I kinda remember. " I say sorta embarrassed.

" WELL THEN! I guess I should be going! "

" No stay here it's LATE! It's 3:15 IN THE MORNING!" Osamu said

" Are you sure I already cause enough trouble for your brother.. "

" Nah ATSUMU PROBABLY deserved all that trouble!"

Atsumu turned around to flip off his brother.

" Atsumu that sounds familiar?! "

" OH SOO YOU KNOW WHO I AM! " Atsumu smirked

" No.. Your name sounds familiar tho "

Osamu burst out laughing..

" HAHA YOU JUST RUINED HIS EGO! "

" I'm confused.. " I say honestly

" Well OSAMU ISNT GOING TO TELL YOU THAN I WILL! " Atsumu said offended

" Ok then wHo aRe yOu? " I mimic Atsumu's tone.

" I Play on ONE OF BEST TEAMS IN JAPAN.. IM ON MSBY! " he said in a cocky tone.

" OH, SO THAT'S WHY YOUR NAME SOUNDS FAMILIAR! " I shouted

" WHERE YA HEAR MY NAME?! " Atsumu got excited.

" Clam Down Atsumu! " Osamu hit him on the head.

" OW! "

" WELL, I do photoshoots! I do the photography, not the modeling! "

" Yea we can tell! " Astumu said

" ATSUMU! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?! " Osamu looked ashamed.

Did he just called me unattractive.. THIS GUY OH HELL NAH!

I grabbed my shoe and aim it at Atsumu's head... and I miss ..

" AH WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! "

" YOU DESERVE IT!! I'm STILL PRETTY CUTE FOR NOT BEING A MODEL " I stick my middle finger at him.

" HMM, I LIKE THIS GIRL! " Osamu elbowed Astumu.

" I'm sorry JUST FINISH THE Story miss I THINK IM PRETTY CUTE! " he rolls his eyes.

" ANYWAYS! Some of my friends work with athletes all time. She did a photoshoot with the MSBY team! So that's why your name sounds FAMILIAR! "

" Oh so you didn't know that I'm an amazing volleyball player...." Atsumu looked disappointed about the story.

" No.. "

" WOW first time a girl didn't fangirl over Atsumu and He seems Heart Broken! " Osamu said laughing.

" She not my type anyways! " Atsumu said in a petty tone.

DAMN, HE JUST NOT SAY THAT..

" Oreo looking hair "

" WHAT YOU SAY! "

" YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE AN OREO! "

Osamu was watching us bicker until he started to yawn out of tiredness mix with boredom.

" SHEEZ you guys fight like a cat and dog! I'M GOING TO BED NOW! DONT be too loud! " Osamu said as he walked off towards his room.

I and Atsumu gave each other dirty looks.

" WELL, I GUESS ILL BE GETTING MY GUEST ROOM BACK! " Astumu snapped

" UH, NO ILL BE SLEEPING THERE! " I say annoyed

" NO ME! "

" BUT I'M THE GUEST! "

" NO, YOU WERE SOME RANDOM HEARTBROKEN GIRL WHO got drunk!

Oh, I forgot..about my breakup.

My mood was now ruined with the comment he said.

" You can have the room.. " I looked at Atsumu

" Oh umm, you sure? " Atsumu looked concerned

" Yea I'll just go on the couch. " I walked to the couch, I hear the door close behind me.

I sit on the couch as I remember when Kageyama broke up with me.

Damn, why couldn't I be a better person...

Atsumu pov:

As I close the door behind me I felt guilty for bringing up her breakup. It's not even my business, I shouldn't have mentioned it.

I lay in bed as guilt was all over me.

Maybe I Should Apologize?

No, I can't do that it's 3:50 am, she must have fallen asleep already.

I'll just apologize in the morning.

Around 7:30 am:

Y/n pov:

I wake up to the smell of bacon. I sit up from the couch to see Osamu cooking breakfast.

" I expected you to wake later! " Osamu said as he placed eggs and bacon on a plate.

" Ah well, I have a habit of waking up early because of work! " I say as I walked over to the counter.

" Here take this is then. " Osamu place the plate in front of me.

" OH NO, IT'S FINE! I'm planning on leaving now I already been too much of a burden. "

" No, it's fine! Your the surprise guest after all. "

" Gosh even tho your brother can be full of himself... you and he are such nice people. "

" Well, that's how we were raised to respect everyone."Osamu smiled at me.

After conversing with Osamu for 30 minutes a sleepy blonde comes out of the room.

" ATSUMU YOU ARE FINALLY AWAKE! " Osamu shouted.

" SHEEZ WHY YER SO LOUD! "

" Stop being so grumpy. " I tell Atsumu

" WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE ! "

" Because your brother gave me breakfast, but I'll be leaving now! "

" WAIT- "

" Yes? " I look him annoyed.

" I- uh I'll take you home. "

" No it's fine I can just call my friends to pick me up. "

" No, let me take you! "

WHY does he want to take me so bad.

" Ugh fine. "

" Ok then let me go get changed! "

As Atsumu went back to go get changed I look at Osamu confused.

" He probably wants to see if you will fall for him or something. "

" As if! " I laughed at Osamu's comment.

" Oh before you go can I get your number? "

OSAMU WANTS MY NUMBER?! SCORE!

" UH, YEAH SURE! "

Me and Osamu exchange numbers then Atsumu comes into the scene.

" OSAMU YOU SLY DOG! " Atsumu shouts

Osamu gave Atsumu a death stare.

" Uh we best get going y/n ! " he said as he pushes me to the front door.

" BYE OSAMU THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING! "

Osamu waves bye, and now I'm stuck with this dude.

Atsumu joyfully gets in the driver's seat as I sit in the passenger.

" Why are you so eager to take me home? "

" Uh-well... I wanted to apologize. "

" EH FOR WHAT?! "

" For the comment, I said last night.. "

" Oh, don't worry about it's not that serious, " I say giving him a thumbs up.

" Yea if it's not that serious why you get so drunk. "

" UGH, WHY ARE YOU PUTTING ME ON BLAST! "

" HEY I'M JUST SAYING WHAT I SAW! "

" WELL don't worry it was just over a stupid boy.. "

Atsumu looked concerned.

" Ya a stupid boy! " he said in sarcasm.

I looked at him annoyed.

" OK don't give me that look! "

"Let's get going! " I say.

Atsumu started the car and ask for directions.

" Oh wow you only live 15 minutes away from Osamu."

" Ah, that's nice to know! " I smiled.

" Sheez DONT tell me you like my brother! "

" Oh CALM DOWN! He just cute that's all! "

" Oh, so you think I'm cute then huh! " Atsumu smirked at me.

" No! You look like an Oreo because of your hair...." I say trying to keep my laugh in.

" STOP CALLING ME AN OREO and IM almost AT YOUR HOUSE! "

" AH YAY FINALLY! "

“ Is this your house? “

“ Yup you can stop there now! “

“ Ok then” Atsumu stop by a post light.

" Thank you... For umm everything even tho I was a stranger you decide to be nice and help me out... " I say as I can feel my face getting hot of embarrassment.

" Aww, you're being nice to me for once! "

" It was no problem I would've felt guilty if something bad happens to you. " he said quietly.

There was an awkward silence..

" Uh well, I have to get going! "

" Um, yea you go ahead! "

" Bye... Atsumu! "

" Bye! " he said as he drove away.

FINALLY I'M HOME!!

Atsumu pov:

Did she just finally called me by my first name?

Chapter 4

[mazojo]

You said that Senku is in your top 3 of fave main characters you’ve watched/read. Who are your top 10?

ohHHHH BOIIII I've been wanting to answer this one since I saw you send it nonny asdfghj I love me some good ol’ ranting time and I am about to unload a lot of my trashy fingerling here lmaooo

Iam gonna consider this as main characters from manga’s/anime’s ive read because if I take into account webtoons and series or books ill go crazy ASDFGHJK, here I go trying my best not to shout about them and fail xdxdxd

10- Yamada (From Yamada-Kun and the 7 Witches): ASDFGHJK Super super super random and probably from this list the one I didnt expect I would like so much at the beginning ? but boi he is such a sweetheart and nice guy underneath it alllll, seriously I love himmm and Shiraishi is also a really close bet for this spot but gotta go with my criminal boi ya know

9- Haruhi (from Ouran): I LOVE HER, an icon at its finest and she is the biggest mood ever ? Asdfghj name a more powerful person, ill wait 😤

8- Phoenix Wright (from Ace Attorney): I dont talk about phoenix a lot and I feel like this is lowkey cheating considering I really got to love him thanks to the games but as it has a manga and anime I will ignore my set if rules and place him here asdfghjkl. Although Miles and Maya are also tight for my favorite here gotta give it to best lawyer softest boi in town certified dumbass, Phoenix

ASDFGH He looks like such an idiot on that gif I love it

7- Maki (From Stars Align): as I am writting this my heart breaks a little more each and every single time so thats fun,,,,,,,,,,, Stan Maki because no man would ever measure up and jaja,......ja...... please be okay

6- Nagisa (From Assasination Classroom): Honestly I dont talk about Nagisa enough, almost never mention him but like, he is always in the back of my mind ya know? just........... really want to rewatch it now ;w; He is such a different main character and the whole psychological aspect to it, iconic

5- Tanjiro (From Demon Slayer): Next to Yamada, the second character I was surprised to like that much tbhhh..... I thought Tanjiro would be kind of a bland main character from the pictures ive seen and all but boi was I wrong and glad of it. I am a suckER for family oriented characters and just,,,,, bby angel deserves the world and goddammit someone please tell me he is okay? please? anyone? //rip my mental sanity 

4- Emma/Norman/Ray (From TPN): Lmaoooo okay kinda cheating because its 3 buT hear me out xDD, I am not really sure who is the main character here (maybe Emma??) so I will just count them as a package deal because I cant just leave any of my bbys out of this ya know?? I love every single one of them so they all fit here because dAmn it I cant choose asdfghj Although Ray is kind of my fav but Norman and Emma are my precious beans to protect so yeee

3- Senku (From Dr Stone): Wellppp as I said in my last post, Senku is such a well done main character in every aspect of it. From his appearance making him super unique to his personality and just, god everything. tbh the second and third place between him and Deku are lowkey tied but gosh Senku sir I love you

2- Deku (From BNHA): An ANGELLL. Do I need to further expand? Although a lot of people dont like Deku that much as a main character I absolutely adore him. He has gone through so much and his character development and just.....Everything man, we always stan deku in this household.

1- Dazai (From Bungo Stray Dogs): OKAY KIND OF CHEATING AGAIN BECAUSE I DONT KNOW IF ATSUSHI OR HIM WOULD BE THE MAIN CHARCTER BUT WHATEVER HE GEST A PASS. Ummmm anyways, yes, my husband, my world, the best of the best, Dazai freaking Osamu. I honestly dont even know why I like him as much as I do but I just know that since the moment I saw episode 1, I knew I would fall in love with this idiot. Not only is he wicked smart and cunning but everythinga about him is so interesting and enigmatic godDD, I love love love loveeee BSD, very poetic that my fav main character comes from my fav anime, its all very cinematic 🤧🤧

Also like, a loot of honorable mentions (cough cough Yuki Sohma and Momiji cough) because I wasn't sure if they were considered main characters or more like, secondary ones. I tried considering the ones that were perceived as the main focal point of the plot but I left out a lot of my bbys ;w;