label - o. miya

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osamus pov

pacing back and forth through my
room. it was even worse that atsumu
wasn't here, usually he would be
laying down on the floor practicing his
sets while talking to me.

fuck the one moment i need my dumbasss
brother he's not here. i sit down on my bed
head in my hands, my knee bouncing.

fuck it

i pick my phone and as i'm about to
text y/n my door opens.

aki
oh lookie what we have here

osamu
why are you here?

aki
awe so cute you still have the picture
of me, you, and tsumu up from when
we were kids.

she says walking over to the desks.
the framed picture of us as children
resting. she picks up it and holds it in
her hand, resting her body on the desk.

aki
oh right! i'm here because your mom
loves me

osamu
mom isn't home

aki
right. yet you still haven't changed
where you keep the spare key

osamu
i can call the cops on you for breaking
in

aki
and why oh why would you do that?

she walks over slowly. bending down
a bit, the sarcastic pout on her face.
her fingers under my chin and making
me look directly at her.

aki
we both know you still love me

osamu
but i don't

aki
but deep down you wished we
worked out. who knows, what if
we're right person wrong time.

i push her arm off me and roll
my eyes.

i sigh a bit.

she walks around the room one
last time.

aki
down worry babe, i know you'll
come running back.

she winks and blows a kiss to me.
walking out the door, i wait for it to
click closed.

i run my hand through my hair
and sigh.

going through y/n's story i see that
she's with suna.

i laugh at the cute story.

y/n's story

oh gosh what am i doing. my heart
racing when i see both y/n and aki.
i thought i was over this hoe phase.
i can't break a heart, and she can't
heal a heart she didn't break.