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⋆˚࿔ 🍙 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The soft hum of the engine faded as I pulled into my driveway, headlights sweeping across the familiar outline of my house—and just next door, the Miyas' place, lights still glowing in a few windows. The night had grown quiet and peaceful, the moon casting a silver glow over the cul-de-sac.
Aran and Suna had already been dropped off, both giving casual waves and goodnights before slipping inside their homes. That left just the two of us now—me and Osamu—lingering in the hush of the moment.
Atsumu unbuckled quickly in the passenger seat, already halfway out the door. "Night, losers," he called lazily, yawning as he trudged toward his own front door.
I stepped out onto the curb, shutting my door with a soft click. Osamu rounded the car slowly, hands in his pockets, eyes on me like the rest of the world didn't exist.
"Thanks for drivin'," he said, voice low and a little hesitant now that we were alone again.
I smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "Thanks for, you know... everything today."
Osamu took a step forward, his hands finding my waist almost instinctively. "I meant what I said earlier," he murmured, pulling me just a bit closer.
Before I could respond, he leaned in and kissed me. It was gentle but firm, the kind of kiss that made time slip sideways for a moment. When he pulled back, my hands were still resting lightly on his chest.
I looked up at him, cheeks faintly flushed. "Do you... wanna sleep over?" I asked, trying to sound casual but failing just a little. "It's Saturday night, and you live next door."
Osamu blinked, visibly flustered. "Y-you sure?"
I tilted my head, playful. "Unless you've got better plans?"
He opened his mouth like he was going to protest—then closed it again, grinning helplessly. "No better plans."
We turned toward my front door just as a loud voice rang across the yard.
"HEY!" Atsumu stood at his door, cupping his hands around his mouth. "WEAR PROTECTION, YA ANIMALS!"
I froze mid-step, mortified. "Atsumu!"
Osamu groaned, face in his hands. "I'm gonna strangle him."
"You won't," I muttered, yanking him inside and slamming the door behind us. "Because I'll do it first."
We stood in the entryway for a moment, both red-faced and grinning like idiots. I shook my head, mumbling something about how I was going to throw my sandal at him the next time I saw him. Osamu, still grinning, leaned against the wall and looked at me with a kind of easy fondness that made my stomach flutter all over again.
"Come on," I said, tugging lightly at his wrist. "Before he yells something else that makes me disown him for you."
I led him down the hallway, the soft patter of our footsteps muted by the hardwood floors. It had been ages since Osamu had stepped this far into my house—sure, he'd been over plenty with Atsumu back in high school and even a few times after, but it was always the living room, the kitchen, or the backyard. Never my room.
