Chaoticcoffeeewitch - Born In The Wrong Universe

Thyme | Miya Osamu

A/N: THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

Tags; GN Reader, Fluff, Super Fluffy, Young Love, Butterflies in your gut kinda love.

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The stars made their appearance earlier this time of the year. The leaves have fallen from their harbored homes settling on the ground in unorganized piles. Cold breezes had a mean streak to their name as they nip at your exposed skin. The tip of your nose is red like your scarf, however you didn’t seem to mind.

“Sorry we’re closed.” A voice followed the door chime from the back of the store, all too familiar for you to think twice about. You set your things down on a table closest to the counter as the grey headed twin pokes his head out from behind the curtain. “I’m sorry we- hey you.” He tosses the towel he was using on the counter meeting you on the other side. The instant light on his face gives you life. “You’re early.”

He eyes your things and focuses in on your burning cheeks.

“Come back here.. I need your opinion.”

“Is this where you murder me for knowing too much? Because if so, I’d like to formally turn down this opportunity to get to know you better.” You stall in the walkway to the kitchen, when he grasps your hand with a smirk to his lips.

Before you, an array of ingredients is still set up in neat piles. The fresh vegetables and perfect cut of fish each had their own purpose like everything in his life; however, what are the chances he’s attempting to fill a void.

The eerie sound of silence echos throughout the store. He must be lonely without Atsumu.

“I have to come up with our monthly special.” Osamu examines the material for a moment longer then turns to you. The way your eyes attempt to observe from his point of view, the creative yet functional use of his colorful materials has you biting your lower lip. “If you bite any harder you’ll give yourself a bloody lip.”

Osamu chuckles repositioning himself.

“Do... do you want to...” He offers you a ball of rice. “Here, let me show you.”

Osamu molds his fingers around yours and all you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears. The lump in your throat, of all the things you could be focusing on right now, it’s the texture of his hands, well, the lack thereof.

Thought they’d be rougher...

You flush under the spell he’s casted, forcing entirely on his hands.

Detail for detail. How are his hands so soft... so gentle? He’s so careful not to break the mold and the way he guides you around the rice, you’d would have never believed it by the way he served a volleyball.

The smell of his cologne lingers with his body heat, contrasting his tomb like hands.

His chest rises and falls behind you with each breath.

“What’s your favorite?” Osamu’s question catches you off guard. In your hands he formed a perfect little rice ball ready for it’s special ingredient.

“Surprise me.” You flush and he grabs the spicy tuna concoction he had made. “Here.”

Beside you he steps allowing himself to focus on the full picture. He pinches a corner of the rice off splitting the onigiri in two, slowly feeding you the piece. His thumb lingers on your bottom lip as the blush catches up with both of your faces.

Immediately your reaction is to hide away, to shield your face with your hands, however Osamu is quicker.

“Don’t.” He chuckles capturing your wrists at your sides, taking a moment to close the gap between you two. “It’s cute.”

Your heart accelerates if that’s even possible, your breath hitching in your throat.

With a soft smile he whispers to catch your attention. “I think you’re very cute.”

His thumb lightly grazes your jaw, he kisses you with the softest of lips.

For what felt like an eternally, it also seemed so brief.

Osamu rests his forehead on yours, his hands hovering your arms until finally finding your waist.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.” He feels the heat your cheeks give off. “That’s my favorite flavor so far.” Your eyes remain shut, but you can feel him beside you. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable sharing that one with the public, however.”

The heat from Osamu’s touch lingers as he breaks from you to break down the kitchen. “I think that one should be my very own secret ingredient.”

“And what does that taste like?” You choke on your words watching him distract himself.

“You?” He glances at you. “Sweet. Like sugar.” He clears the counter top and turns off the light behind him. The only light lingering is from the front of the store on the opposite side of the curtain. Your fingers hardly graze the curtain when you’re pulled against the wall, hands pinned on each side of your waist.

The blood rushes to your cheeks with an audible gasp.

“Addictive, like my own personal ecstasy.” Osamu presses his lips against yours once more, this time with more aggression than the light peck from before. “I just had to try it again.”

His hands linger on your hips feeling your own creep to his chest.

That breathless feeling in your chest as though it may give out was enough to leave you quivering by his touch.

This side of Osamu you never imagined before. The way his touch feels electrified, each pulse in your arteries was enough to send you into cardiac arrest, and even more to bring you back.

Two, three, four more times he’s coming back for another kiss.

“What about the monthly special?” You gasp breaking from him.

“I’ve found higher priorities in something else.” He nips at your lip. The way your pounding heart rests in your chest, like it will escape on parole, leaves you nervous. All this excitement at once; the breaking of boundaries severs the ties of friendship you’ve woven together for the period of time has every option of opportunity possible.

“Hmm and what is it?” You feel his smirk on your lower lip.

“Walking a sweet honey home.” He winks leaning away from you.

“Sweet honey?”

“A delicacy.”

“Food puns, Osamu?” You snort unamused and he sighs.

“Do you find my behavior fishy?” He smirks with pleading eyes. You shove him away only to make his smirk grow.

“That’s it I’m leaving.”

You threaten for the door when he holds your position firm.

“Now, now Sweet Thing. Look at the situation you’re in. You and I both know you’d rather have me walking you home than some creep hiding in an alleyway.”

“Miya Osamu!” You gasp. “Don’t you dare say something like that.”

“I’m just here to keep you sweet, Honey.”

Your eyes roll as a blush creeps on to your cheeks. “I’m really getting second hand embarrassment from you.”

“Eh you adore me.”

“Ehh...”

“Just give me a second to lock up.”

Sweet glances were stolen by Osamu as he finishes his duties, just as fast he’s brushing his fingers against yours in the cold, crisp winter air. Despite the morgue-like temperature of his fingers, when they lace with yours, it’s heaven.

Heartbeats racing, not one word crosses your minds until finally you’re at the foot of your door and he has to make the decision to let yours go.

“I was dreading this part.” His cheeks turn pink. His warm eyes study your face.

Lips. Cheeks. Nose. Eyes.

“What?” You flush looking down at your shoes.

Two cold fingers guide your chin upward, and lips greet yours for the last time that night. A small smile, and your heart is bursting.

“Sweet dreams, Y/n.”

His hand drops and he steps back to allow to enter your home.

To watch him wave from the window, it’s hard to believe he is from the same bloodline as his twin.

Alone in your bed you stare at the ceiling in disbelief.

The taste of his lips, the touch of his skin...

Your phone lights up and a simple text message has your heart racing.

“I really like you.”