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"I didn't think you'd agree." Osamu sat on the bar stool beside me, taking a sip from his drink. He wore that look he had back in high school when Atsumu was being a dork. I could never tell if he was annoyed or just tired. Was either of that how he felt right now? 

"It's a Saturday night. I have nothing to do, of course I'd agree to getting drinks with you." I smiled his way, resting my chin in the palm of my hand and my elbow on the counter. "So, why'd you invite me anyway?" He texted me at around 5pm, asking if I wanted to go out for drinks. This is the first time we've ever hung out alone. And it's going great so far, at least I think it is.

"Just lonely." He cleared his throat. 

"You're gonna have to do more than that to convince me." I laughed, and for a moment I saw him smile. The thing is, I don't think Osamu is ever lonely—he likes being alone. He's never lonely like that. 

"To be fair, I've never lied to you, so give me a break." He ran his fingers through his hair, adjusting his seat so that he was facing me. "I just... I wanted to hang out with you." He shrugged, glass in hand, bringing it up to his face to take another sip from his drink. 

Back in high school, Osamu and I were always together but never alone. He was Atsumu's quiet brother and I never found the courage to talk to him without Atsumu around. Over time, I grew comfortable with the silence we shared. He and I had an unspoken bond, quite literally. 

"How are you?" He says briefly, still not looking in my direction. 

I chuckled. "I feel like so many people have asked me that but in truth, doesn't want to know how I really am."

He adjusts his seat to face me. Sighing, he places his hands his lap and stares at me. His eyes were sparkling. He looked genuine. "How are you? Really."

The corner of my mouth turns into a little smile. "I'm fine. Really."

He returns the smile. There was a comfortable silence between us before he spoke again. "You know, back in high school, you intimidated me a lot."

I nearly fell off my seat. "Me? Intimidating to you? You're a Miya! There's nothing more intimidating than that!"

"Y/n, you're the smartest person I knew back in high school." He grabs his nearly-empty glass. "You're smart, funny, and respectful. Very tactful, too. You never spoke unless spoken to. And such a quick-wit."

I laugh. "Oh god, of course you'd think I was quiet—we never spent time together. With 'Tsumu, I was a completely different person."

"Why were you never like that with me?" He asked so suddenly, I was taken aback. No one would ever think a friend would ask them this question, and once they do, what do you say? How would you even explain yourself? 

I was quiet for a moment, gathering my thoughts, worried I might offend him if I said the wrong thing. "I don't really know, 'Samu. Maybe it's our dynamic that repelled us from one another?"

"I don't think we had a strange dynamic."

"I'm not saying we did. But I think it was always seen that way." I shrugged. 

He nodded, as if agreeing to what I had said. "Speaking of strange dynamics..." He spoke in a low  voice, shifting in his seat slightly. 

I think I know where he's going with this. "Suna—"

"Don't say it," I smiled, sighing. I am a huge idiot to think Osamu, of all people, wouldn't notice something strange. He's Suna's best friend since forever. But now that he's mentioned Suna's name... I realized how everything has been gloomy since the last time I saw him.

The days seemed so long, and nothing seemed exciting any more. Everything in my life became a routine—a well-rehearsed routine. I can't exactly pinpoint why I feel hurt that Suna never tried reaching out to me. Maybe it's because I was really expecting him to call me, or send a simple text explaining why he was acting that way.

Suna was a lot of things, but one thing he was not was a chaser. As far as I know, he's never had to beg a girl not to leave him. Lord knows if he's ever been in love.

I suppose if there was one thing I wanted desperately right now, it's to read his mind. The guy's stoic. Unpredictable like a lot of people say. He's the code I want to crack.

But even then, I believe I wouldn't be able to understand why he thinks the way he does.

"I know about you and Suna." After a long pause, or what felt like it, Osamu spoke up, now directly facing me. "He told me. Everything. Since the moment he saw you in the city a few weeks ago, he called me." 

"That's nice to know, 'Samu." I'm starting to think this was why he invited me to have drinks with him. Did Suna set him up to do this? Is this another one of his mind games? I guess I should be flattered—the guy thought of me after all. "But there's no 'me and Suna,' there never was." 

"Y/n," he clears his throat. "I know there's a 'you and Suna' because there's also a version of Suna right now that I have no idea where it's coming from. He's been hauled up in his apartment for days now. He's refusing to talk to any of us since we had dinner." 

"Did he put you up to this?" I'm starting to get annoyed at this point. Osamu is a good friend. But I wouldn't consider him a good friend if he honestly came to see me just to try and convince me to get with Suna. "He's been playing games with me for weeks now, Osamu. So forgive me if I just can't believe anything about him right now." 

"You don't have to believe him. I don't, too. I think it's fucked up that he wants you to follow him around like a lost puppy." Osamu melts in his seat. "But believe me when I say I have never seen him like this before. He gets over every other girl so quickly."

"So you're comparing me to every other girl he hooked up with, then?" 

"No, that's the point." He rests his hand on my knee. "You're not like every other girl. That's why this is the first time I've ever seen him so... dull." 

I looked away briefly. This is getting weird. Awkward for me. I don't exactly know what to say, or how to react, or if I should even believe in anything he's saying. But looking back at him, he wore that look he used to always have when he saw his brother extremely happy. The look that was so genuine, so heartfelt. 

I sighed. "Fine, Osamu." I tell him. "I'll go see him tomorrow."