silver lining ? osamu miya

chapter five

Samu🧑🏻‍🍳
Today 4:37 PM

Are you made at me?
Do you hate me :(((((
Mad***

Stop drinking. I'm on my way.

You felt yourself start to smile uncontrollably at Osamu's text. He was on his way—hopefully with cheese. Until the brunette arrived you planned on trying to continue your puzzle, still with the occasional sips of wine.

Maybe it was the fact that you knew your craving would be satisfied soon, or that your best friend was on his way–but you were now getting parts of the puzzle accomplished quicker. Either way, some sense or feeling of peace wiped away your anxious wine buzz and you were grateful. You were starting to forget why you were even drinking the wine and just as you were about to figure out why, there was a knock at your door.

You stood up quickly—getting a bit dizzy as you rushed to the front door. When you pulled it open excitedly you were disappointed to see your neighbor—Ema Tanaka. She was a schoolgirl who lived with her grandma down the hall.

At the sight of the girl you almost sobered up immediately. Your posture was fixed and your eyes widened from their previous half-lidded state. "Ema! Hi," you smile at the teenager. "Hi Miss Y/n," she smiles back before glancing at a stack of papers in her hand.

"I just wanted to give you one of these," he says handing you a copy of the colorful paper. "What's this?" you question as you glance at the contents of the page briefly.

"It's fundraising for our Volleyball clubs to go to an MSBY home game," she starts to explain and you try not to sigh. You were all for supporting the Inarizaki Volleyball kids but to watch an MSBY game? Not for a training camp or anything–useful?

Ema read the confused expression on your face quickly before adding to it. "It's because Osamu's brother is an alum–everyone is trying to use it as an excuse," she sighs–you can tell now that even she seems a little against the idea.

"So what exactly is the fundraiser–what are you selling?" you say crossing your arms and leaning against your door frame. "Bake sale! Well that's what the girls' team is doing–I don't know about the boys," she shrugs before continuing to explain more. "We have the option of delivering them to you on the back of that form I gave you, or you can come by the school the day we set up," she tells you.

"What day is that?"

"May 15th,"

You paused at the sound of the date, you'd be gone for Atsumu's wedding which was a day before that. "Oh," you swallow, leaning off of the door frame. "I'll be out of town that week, I leave tomorrow," you tell the girl feeling apologetic.

"That's fine, I can deliver them!" She wasn't wrong she had mentioned that part. And the suggestion gave you another idea. "Actually, that's perfect—do you think you could also house-sit for me?" you ask Ema.

Surprisingly the young girl seemed interested in the idea and gasped at the question. "Wait actually?" She furrowed her brows. Before you can respond with a yes there's a new voice chiming in from down the hall.

"I'm here!" Osamu's familiar voice joins. He's hyperventilating a little and you see sweat beads forming on his forehead. "Did you run here Samu?" you ask the man with wide eyes. He's trying to catch his breath and nods at you before looking over to Ema. "Oh hi Ema, how are you?" he asks the teenager.

She smiles at Osamu when he asks as he grabs one of the papers in her hand and hands it to him. "Perfect actually take this," she tells him. "What's this?" he raises a brow as he briefly examines the paper.

"Volleyball club fundraiser," she states briefly. As his eyes skim the paper he spots the dates and sighs. "I'm sorry Ema, I'm gonna be out of town," he frowns apologetically.

At the explanation, she narrows her eyes at the man and looks back and forth between the both of you suspiciously. "Are the two of you leaving together?" she finally asks. "Uhm yes," you nod sharing a confused glance with your best friend.

"So what's going on? Are you eloping and not inviting me? I've been your number one shipper since I found out Os—"

"Nope, that's not it!" Osamu interrupts the girl before she can finish. "My brother is getting married," he finishes and you nod. "Yeah, and why would your first thought be us getting married?" you laugh looking at the girl.

She joins your laughing but her laughs are stiff and awkward as she glances at the man next to you. "Ha ha, yeah why would I think that?" she repeats before clearing her throat.

"Anyway just place an order to your restaurant or something. it's for the volleyball club—don't you support the youth Osamu!?" Ema quickly changed the subject. The man doesn't want to argue so he releases a heavy sigh and reaches for his wallet.

You watch the interaction with a small smile on your face as Osamu gives Ema the money and she smiles. "See you were always my favorite twin," she tells him as she accepts the cash. "Oh and when should I get your key?" she turns back to you.

"I'll leave it with your grandma before I leave tomorrow," you tell her. "And your payment for the fundraiser?" she adds and you also sigh heavily before turning disappearing into your apartment to grab cash.

"Don't worry I got it!" Osamu shouts into your apartment and you halt in your tracks and turn to see him coming inside now. "Got what?"

"I paid for yours," he tells you shutting the door behind him and walking past you to set his plastic bag from the store on our kitchen counter. "Aw thanks, I'll pay you back," you promise him but he shakes his head. "No it's fine," he starts as he begins to empty the bag.

"Here's your cheese," he says handing you a sealed package of cheese. Your eyes light up when he hands it to you. "Samu I love you," you smile. "Do I tell you that often?" you laugh as you rip open the pack.

The brunette swallows hard and nods. "Yeah I love you too," he chuckles as he watches you open a drawer looking for a knife. "What did you want cheese for anyway?"

"Charcuterie board!" you exclaim excitedly waving the knife you'd found around. When you did, Osmau flinched and held his hands up. "Okay calm down you have a knife," he says calmly and you slowly lower the knife to your side.

"Yes chef," you joke and your best friend rolls his eyes. "Here I'll cut it for you," he offers holding an open hand out for the knife.

You're not one to turn down Osamu and anything that has to do with food. He'd probably cut the cheese better than you—because you'd somehow find a wrong way to do it. So you hand the knife towards him—sharp side down so he could grab it from you.

"You can go take a seat," he encourages you. "No, I wanna watch," you retort quickly leaning across the counter to watch Osamu do his thing. He was quick and precise with each cut he did. He only did a few and wrapped the rest of the cheese up and handed it to you. "You should wrap it in parchment paper," he tells you as you take the block of cheese from him.

You narrow your eyes on the cheese and then give the brunette a confused stare. "Uhm I'll pass Samu," you reply going to put the cheese in the refrigerator as is. "Oh okay," he shakes his head as you go to a cabinet and grab a box of crackers.

Silently you grab a board from your dish rack, messily dump some crackers onto it, and slide the cheese onto it. "So," Osamu starts as he reaches for a cracker. "You excited to leave tomorrow?"

"I'm excited to see your parents," you smile placing a square of cheese on a cracker before popping and taking a bite. "Right," he nods "But you know what I meant," he trails off not wanting to push you into giving him an answer.

You frown and shake your head to continue playing dumb. "Nope, no clue what you mean Osamu," you tilt your head and you glance over to the clock on your stove. "Oh wow look at the time–you should probably head back home since we have such a big day tomorrow," you say walking over to the man and trying to drag him out of your apartment.

"Y/n are you being serious right now?"

"Absolutely," you say "I haven't even packed yet," which was true. You're opening your front door for him now and pushing him out into the hallway. "Y/n–"

"See you tomorrow Samu!"