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? in which y/n has to attend the wedding
of her long time crush, but it's okay
because her best friend is there with her.
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?furudate
?semifilms
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Consider voting on this chapter! A/N — made the playlist for this story public on my spotify profile!! (link in bio) ————————————— CHAPTER TWO
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An hour and a half later you and Osamu were sat criss-crossed on your living room floor, at opposite ends of the coffee table. Both of you take food from takeout containers and put hefty portions onto your respective plates.
"You know me so well Osamu," you say, flashing a smile at your best friend across from you. He returned the smile and nodded slowly. "What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't get you your favorite takeout when you're sad," he tries his best to laugh at his words.
The laugh sounds forced and you immediately catch it. "Are you upset with Atsumu too?" That was your first thought. The question slipped out so casually and fast that your best friend was taken aback.
Osamu shook his head just about as fast as you asked your question. "No, not really," he starts and he puts down a now empty take-out container on the table. You watch intently as he pulls his plate of food closer to him and hesitates to eat as he thinks of what to say next.
"I guess," he starts "Well, I think it's out of character for him and I was surprised by it. But there isn't much I can do, he's his own person," Osamu shrugs while poking around his plate with a pair of chopsticks.
Your eyes don't leave him though and he's avoiding eye contact, only focused on the food he hasn't eaten yet. "Did you call or text him after you got your invitation?" you quirked a brow at Osamu before taking a bite of rice.
"No," he shakes his head while finally looking back at you. "We should both call him, you know, and congratulate him," he suggests finally picking up some of the food from his plate.
In all honesty, you didn't want to call Atsumu or congratulate him. You were too bitter which was a terrible thing to be when one of your closest friends was going to be married. You recognized this as soon as you came to terms with your bitterness.
Still not having responded to Osamu you take another bite of your food and slowly nod your head. "Sure," you agree finally. Osamu pulls his phone from his back pocket and you watch silently as he scrolls not very long to find his brother's contact.
You push your plate across the table next to Osamu's and hesitantly make your way to sit on the floor next to him.
"I can do most of the talking," he says as you take the spot beside him. He still hadn't hit the FaceTime button. "It's okay I can speak for myself," you smile as the brunette finally calls his brother.
While the call rings Osamu sets the phone up on one of the still very full takeout containers as a stand for his phone. You don't get fully into the frame when Atsumu answers.
