Summary: As far as first meetings go, fighting over udon noodles is not one you thought you'd ever have.
Pairing: Miya Osamu/Male! Reader
Tags: Pre-Relationship; First Meetings; Meet-Cute; Canon Compliant; Second Person POV
Word Count: 1,002 words
Notes: Writing in second person is really not my thing, so hopefully it's good. I think this may be the only reader fic I've ever written where Y/N or L/N isn't used. This is just a silly little thing I wrote over a year ago. I hope you enjoy.
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It's been a long day since the soccer team practiced later than usual. Interhigh Qualifiers are coming up, and your coach wants to make sure everyone is ready. You're only a first year, so you aren't on first string, which you don't really mind. You have two more years, after all.
Practice being grueling and running late leaves you absolutely exhausted, but thankfully, you don't have to worry about your parents being upset since they work late on Wednesday. This means you cook dinner for yourself, which you like doing. Trying out new recipes is something you tend to do on Wednesday, but you're not sure if it'll be a new recipe night. You're not sure what you have to eat at home, so you decide you'll just stop by the store on the way home. There's a simple recipe you like to make whenever you're tired, but you know you need a couple things.
Your phone vibrates in your bag, so you pull your bag up to have easier access to it, but moving your bag results in your phone falling deeper and deeper into it. So, you're shoving your hand past your school supplies and bento box until you finally have a hold of it. You see a couple of people looking at you, and you wonder if it might have been easier if you had stopped to take it out instead of walking at the same time. It doesn't matter now, especially since the store is already in view.
"Oh," you say, seeing that it was your mom who texted you. Apparently, she left money on the counter for takeout. You look up at the store and decide you might as well get some groceries while you're here.
To: Mom
From: You
>>At the store. Do we need anything?
A long list of things is the next thing she sends. You sigh as you walk into the store and grab a basket. This is the main store your family goes to, so you know where everything is without needing to think too much about it.
"Alright, all that's left is udon noodles," you mumble as you look over your mother's text again. As you make your way to where those are, hoping they have them, since the store's popularity has grown due to a store nearby being remodeled.
There's someone else on the aisle, a guy also wearing an Inarizaki uniform. The dyed gray hair gives away who it is; Miya Osamu. You've never met Osamu since he's a year older, and most sports clubs don't talk to each other. The boys' volleyball club has several annoying members, so your soccer teammates say it's better just not talking to them.
You walk down the aisle and find he's standing in front of what you need. After a minute of standing there, you gently tap his arm. He looks at you. "Can I help you?" he asks, annoyed, which understandably so. You'd be annoyed too.
"Uh, I was wonderin' if ya could hand me some udon noodles," you say, and he doesn't say anything as he stares at you. You try not to fidget, but you're so uncomfortable. People always said that Atsumu is the "scary" twin while Osamu is laid back. You're disagreeing right now.
"No," he says, and you furrow your brows.
"No?"
"No," he says, and he holds up two packages of udon noodles. "They're mine."
You move your head to see that there aren't any more udon noodles on the shelf. You look back at him and bite your lip as you let out a deep breath. "Do ya really need two?"
"Yeah," he says as he puts them in his basket. "Even if I didn't, I'd take 'em anyway."
"Are ya new to this store?" you ask, and he shakes his head.
"No, I've been comin' here since I was a kid."
You point at the noodles in his hand. "Then ya know that's all they've got right now." He just stares at you. "They won't have any more until Tuesday."
"That ain't my problem," he says, and you bite the inside of your cheek.
"Why're ya bein' an ass?" you ask, and you don't know why you kept going. Maybe it's because practice had been awful. Or maybe because your mom stressed wanting udon noodles. "Ya don't need both of 'em."
"How do ya know that?" he asks, and you clench your jaw. "Maybe I need more than two and I'm settlin' cause there's no more."
You roll your eyes. "I doubt that's it." It's quiet as you two stare at each other. At this point, you can't just back down. "I'll pay you for it."
Osamu blinks. "What?"
"I'll pay you for the noodles." You pull your wallet out of you bag far easier than you had pulled your phone out. "I've got the cash."
"I'm not doin' that," he says, and you huff.
"Why not?"
"Cause I got here first."
"Doesn't mean ya've gotta be greedy!"
Osamu looks you over before shaking his head a little. "Ya know what? I'm just goin' go. I hope ya get noodles next time."
He turns and starts walking away. You clench your wallet in your hand. "I won't forget this, Miya-senpai!"
He looks back at you with wide eyes. "You know who I am?"
You nod. "I also go to Inarizaki, and I'm not gonna forget this."
"What're ya gonna do?" he asks with an amused smirk, and you straighten your posture completely.
"I'm gonna buy all the udon noodles whenever I come here so you can't have any of them!"
Osamu stares at you, shocking and not knowing how to respond, before chuckling slightly. You hate that he has a nice smile and laugh. "Good luck with that."
He hurries down the aisle before you can say anything else. You throw your wallet on the ground as you grumble a little. Your teammates are right. Inarizaki boys' volleyball club does have some annoying members.
