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“i could be your lover on a leash”

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.iloveyou - Miya Osamu

.iloveyou - miya osamu

.pairings osamu x fem!reader, suna x fem!reader

.genre post break up, timeskip!au

.ongoing | completed

.tw heartbreak if it counts

.wc; 1.1k

SUMMARY

Osamu is at your wedding, and all he can think about is your memories together and how he thought you were going to be his eternity.

He watched you in the arms of another. He stared, sat on the pews placed in the front of the church. He teared up as you spoke your vows. But of course he had to applaud as the two of you kissed, smiling into each other's lips, listening to the cheers of the crowd around you.

The afterparty hurt. It burned a hole through his chest, sitting idly on the table with some old friends from high school. He swirled his scotch gently on the coaster, ignoring the screams and lights of the crowd. As much as he tried to, he wanted to avoid your beautiful gaze towards your newlywed husband, he wanted to disregard the bright expression that was upheld on your face as you danced to the song that belonged to you two. It was yours before you were his.

But he just couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't just defy the impact of your smile. He fell victim to it years before in high school. Elaborating onto that, your laugh was intoxicating, and your scent was nothing but addictive; it could've hooked anyone else in, but no, it chose him. His best friend.

It was no surprise Osamu would fall for you. You were so sweet, caring, audacious and humorous. You were everything he wanted and more. You were his definition of happy, you were the muscles in his face that brought a smile, and the jokes that slipped a laugh out of his stoic face.

If you had the strength to make Osamu laugh, then you had just as much strength to break his heart. And break his heart you did. The names engraved on the save the date invitations shot an arrow through his chest, and he almost buckled as he read the names "L/N Y/N "and "Suna Rintarou".

It was then, that Osamu realised you were his forever, but he was only your temporary, and he had to live with that now. Especially since he had mastered the "happy" act of the groom's best friend at the wedding.

A bouquet flew in his direction and he caught it, thankfully due to his previous sport experience. You quickly waddled towards him, arms barely holding up the length of your ivory white dress. A smile etched upon your face as you giggled, and brought the microphone back up towards your lips.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it appears Miya Osamu will be getting married soon!” You joke, bringing the crowd, including Osamu, into laughter. Osamu hands the bouquet back which you gratefully hold in return, and turn around, walking back up to the front and telling the crowd that you need to sit down for a bit, as a result of your feet lugging around in three inch heels for the past four or five hours.

Slowly, you make your way to Osamu, and sit down, cheeks red from excitement. Of course, it was your wedding day.

“I'm so glad you could make it 'Samu.” You huffed out, the light of your dress reflecting upon your face.

“Me too, Mrs Suna.” He teases.

“I honestly thought it would be you at the altar with me,” a choke emits from Osamu's lips as you stare at the ring on your finger, “but I love Rin so much. He feels like home. Words can't even begin to describe how happy I am, knowing that I met him.”

Osamu nods, tragically, letting out a pathetic chuckle as he thinks of your high school romance.

“I loved what we had Osamu, but we were teenagers,” in love “so thank you for that experience, I'm so glad I have someone like you in my life.” You finally stand up, but slip in the process, with Osamu there to hold you by the arm to stop you from getting injured. He beams as you walk away from him, and towards Rintarou.

Despite him being a man of very few words, he could feel that he had so much to say to you, but held it in, knowing he didn't want to ruin your day. His smile fades away, and he looks down at his hand that held your arm, and clenches his fist.

He remembers when the two of you were sixteen, making food together at his house, leaving extras for Atsumu. He remembers seventeen, when you wore his jersey from freshman year to his interhigh nationals, and when you ran into his arms after the game ended; he remembers how you took a train just to watch the game. He remembers eighteen, when you get a small tattoo, albeit your parents would practically murder you when they find out (and they did), of a small heart onto the side of your middle finger, and how he kissed it after you showed him. He'll remember the two of you making out in the front seat of his car, when he first gets his license, and how you ran your hands through his hair. He'll remember every fragment of your essence, and cherish all of it.

He remembers you as L/N Y/N, but it would be now known that you are Suna Y/N. And he was okay with that, because he loves loved you, tenderly, tragically. He watches you again, slow dance in the arms of Suna Rintarou, slowly pull your faces close together as you go in for a kiss, and he looks away, tears pooling at his waterline.

So Miya Osamu was okay with you having a happy ending without him, because you were his happy, you were what was behind the pearly gates to his heaven, the sun on a rainy day, and the three leaved clover in his garden, three signifying his hope, love and faith for you, for you were always going to be there in his life.

Even if the distance grew between you two through time, it would not eradicate the love you carried for one another, even if yours had evolved from a romantic love to a love one would have for friend. But if he had the chance, he would go back in time and love you once again, despite knowing the ending between you two.

Osamu pulls a lamentable smile, and stands up from his seat, before making his way out of the stuffy hallways, and into the open air of the outdoors. His chest feels lighter, and he exhales, walking towards his car in the dark of the night, feeling the vibrations of the party music slowly fade away, and sits in his car, head laying onto the driver's seat.

He manoeuvres his car out of the parking lot, and sets out on an aimless drive, ignoring the incessant texts from you and Rintarou, asking where the bride and groom's best friend went. He grips the wheel tighter, and blinks the teardrops away from his eyes, accelerating the speed of the car.

He can move on from you, some day, just not right now.

a/n: bonjour mon bebes i will actually try to finish the gojo angst i have held onto for like a week now im so sorry for the delay i hope u like this subpar masterpiece i have in its stead

.iloveyou - Miya Osamu

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