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here you were, finally standing outside your new workplace. you had made sure to get there on time, for a more lasting impression. it was nerve wracking, to say the least. what if you messed up someone's order? what if you mixed up the orders? what if the other employees there were assholes? what if they spat in people's coffees for shits and giggles??
well, there was nothing you could do anyways. sighing slightly, you make your way inside. stilling for a few seconds, you don't know where you were supposed to go. were you supposed to just barge into the back kitchens? would you stand in the long queue, only to tell the person taking your order that you were here for your job?
turns out, it was neither of those things, much to your relief. you were approached by someone who you assumed was the manager.
"hi there! y/n, right?", they smile at you, clearly relieved to have you here.
"that's me, yes", you smile back, albeit more nervously.
"well, let's not waste anymore time. I'll have you practice and get the hang of things with osamu, alright?", they inform you. you nod your head, more than happy to not have to take orders instead.
making your way behind the counters, you hear the manager shout for whoever was supposed to help you out.
"OSAMU. come quick, the new employee is here, and you're in charge of teaching them!", the manager hurriedly explains, before scurrying off.
"just bolted outta here, and for what?", you hear 'osamu' mumble. upon hearing his voice, you turn your attention towards him. instantly, you feel yourself absolutely gaping. he was definitely a sight to see. tall, muscular, yet very lean. his outfit -- much like yours -- was all black. black pants, with a (very tight) black shirt with two buttons at the top. somehow, he wore it better than anyone else you saw. (admittedly, you'd only seen 3 other people in it, besides yourself).
"ya alright there?", he asks, slightly worried with your lack of response, besides the absolute shock on your face. meanwhile, you were falling even deeper. he had a dialect. a hot dialect. not long after, you realize your predicament. having not even said a word, you understood how concerning it seemed.
"ah! I'm so sorry, i felt like i recognized you so just had to refresh my memory. sorry, once again", you stammer out as best as you can.
"oh, my name's y/n by the way", you send him a smile, bowing slightly.
you see his own eyes widen before he bows back frantically.
" 's alright, don't worry. it's nice to meet you, y/n. I'm osamu", he nods at you, before readjusting his cap.
"shall we get started then, osamu?"
"i think we should, y/n"
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a couple months had passed since you had joined, and you were doing great. you had found quite the expertise in making latte's, and taking orders was definitely your favorite of them all. of course, you and osamu had grown even closer. when you'd station at the counter to take orders, osamu would be making drinks. when you'd make drinks, he'd be at the counter taking orders, and vice versa.
you enjoyed osamu's company a lot. so much so, that your tiny crush on him was even bigger than before. you'd constantly feel nervous being too close to him, yet you still craved it.
now, you were very observant, so of course you picked up on osamu's newly discovered interest in you as well. after all, it was hard to not notice when he'd put a hand on your waist to move past you, or grab something near you. or when he'd grab you just to move you aside. it was even worse when he'd reach up over you to grab something from a cupboard, pressing up against you.
one moment, you wear creating the most perfect matcha latte for a frequenting customer, putting in extra effort to make it look pretty. the nexr moment, you sense someone behind you, until you feel them too. freezing in shock, you relax once you realize it was osamu. of course, as relaxed as you could get with your crush behind you.
"sorry, y/n. hoshi left the cocoa powder unstocked and still packed in the cupboards. gotta take it out and restock for tomorrow, yeah?", he chuckles, still having one hand placed on your waist. normally, this would be fine. however, he had leaned down, just to mumble into your ears.
"yeah, um,, that's fine, no worries. i told him to restock the containers, but i guess he forgot?", you laugh lightly, masking your nervousness.
"shit, it's not up here", osamu grumbles, obviously not enjoying the rummaging he had to do. (not that he was complaining all that much, given your guys' proximity).
"probably in the storage room? you go check, and I'll join after i serve this", you explain.
"I'll wait for ya, no rush of course. last one, after all", he grins, still standing close to you.
you nod your head, before finally making your way towards the counter to serve whoever had ordered the latte.
"thank you again, y/n", Yui smiled at you in gratitude. she was an older lady who'd been a regular for 2 weeks now, usually opting to come every Wednesdays and Fridays.
"of course, it's always a pleasure to make your favorite for you", you beam at her, genuinely happy.
"I'll take my leave now. you and your boyfriend enjoy!", she smiles again, before reaching into her purse for what you assume was a tip.
"boyfriend..?", you question, slightly appalled.
Yui pauses, her brows furrowing in confusion.
"yes? you and osamu have been together for a while now, correct?", she asks, completely perplexed.
"we aren't dating, no...", osamu answers, trying to seem nonchalant.
"oh! oh my! my apologies to you both, i didn't realize", Yui laughs sheepishly, clearly embarrassed at her conclusion being false.
"it's alright, it happens. have a good day, Yui!", you wave it off, smiling in good nature before waving at her as she leaves.
"ain't that like the 57th person to think we're together?", osamu asks amusedly as you both walk towards the storage room.
"yeah, somehow. 5 people thought so today", you smile a little, before it falls from your face. you didn't blame them for assuming. you and osamu were very close, and he was extremely touchy as well. was it really amusing enough to keep going and not initiating anything, osamu?
picking up on your furrowed brows and frown, osamu can already tell where your train of thought was headed. he doesn't really know what to say to you, so instead, he grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze.
snapping out of your thoughts, you turn to look up at him, and he gives you an apologetic yet reassuring smile.
you look away, still slightly confused by his mixed signals. however, you gave his hand a squeeze as well.
soon enough, you both arrive outside the storage room. it was at quite a distance from the kitchen, which only made your walk there even more dreadful.
you attempt to open the door, only to fail miserably.
"hold on, i got it", osamu tells you. the doors don't move from their place for a few moments, until they finally push open with much struggle.
"jeez, they really need to repair these doors", osamu huffs out, clearly exhausted.
"the Cocoa is usually at the front, right? shouldn't be too hard to find", you ponder, rummaging through the shelves.
"found it!", osamu grins, holding the packet up like an ancient relic.
"phew, at least we won't have to be here too long. it's creepy in here", you shudder.
"yeah. they should install lights in 'ere, ya can't even see that we--", osamu was abruptly cut off by the door slamming shut.
both of you tense up simultaneously, glancing at each other.
"fuck", you fervently voice out, rushing towards the door. osamu joins you within a second, not wasting any time in trying to open the door.
"shit, it won't open", osamu clenches his jaw, clearly not happy with being locked in some shady closet with you. he'd rather be locked in a bedroom with you, but you didn't need to know that. or did you?
"did you bring your phone? I didn't bring mine", you panic slightly.
"nope", osamu sighs out, running a hand through his hair.
"no use tryna shout for someone to open it, either. won't hear us at all", he explains to the both of you, more so himself.
"isn't it time to close, as well? what're we supposed to do?", you worriedly exclaim.
"probably just stay here until someone figures it out", he hesitantly responds to you, clearly aware of how dumb hoshi can be. knowing him, he probably wouldn't notice your guys' absence, or he'd think you guys left already.
"it's not very spacious in here. no place for the both of us to lay down, either", you conclude, eyes skimming the room.
"calm down there, darling. 'm sure we won't be stuck too long?", osamu smirks at you, barely visible. your eyes were still trying to adjust to the dark.
"the only one left is hoshi, samu. i doubt we can expect anything from him", you deadpan, starting to get cold. you both were still in your uniforms, and the storage was colder than the kitchens and the shop itself.
"well, we can just... sit down? nothing else we could do", he shrugs, sitting down on the floor. not long after, you sit down beside him. due to the lack of space in the room, you both were pushed up pretty close to each other.
"..sorry, not a lot of space here", you grimace.
" 's alright", he assures you, wrapping his arm around you.
"this alright? it's pretty cold in here, gotta make sure we don't get cold and stay close together", he makes up an elaborate excuse to be close to you.
"it's okay", you nod, smiling up at him.
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you both sat there for quite some time, conversing about random stuff that came to mind. at this point, you both had gotten way more comfortable with each other, so you were now engaged in a very warm and cozy cuddle session.
"I'm gettin' kinda hungry..", osamu mumbles, eyebrows furrowed.
"there's gotta be something to eat in here? cookies, maybe? we can look?"
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cookies were not the only thing you found, that's for sure. you found quite a buttload of different things to taste, and you made the most out of it. in your guys' defense, you were locked up with nothing, you needed to survive? eating the lady gaga oreos was definitely a necessary means to your survival.
"that was amazing", osamu sighs in bliss.
you nod your head, moving even closer to osamu.
"don't mind this at all, y'know. we should do this more often", he chuckles.
"what? lock ourselves in a pantry and stuff ourselves full?", you tease.
"more or less? maybe lock ourselves somewhere more nicer and comfy. wouldn't be so bad if it was ma room", he smirks down at you.
"that so? what could you possibly do that you can't do in a living room"
"a lotta things, wanna find out?"
"course i do. time and date?"
"tomorrow works for ya?"
"sure does"
"we'll close up and head back to my place, then. y'know, there's still some things we could do in here. it's just us, anyways", he grins, moving closer towards your face.
osamu was sitting up against the wall, you straddling his waist.
you hold up his chin, tilting your head at him. you feel his arms enclose around your waist, pulling you even closer.
he finally leaned in, sealing his lips to yours fervently. you responded with just as much vigour, hurriedly moving your arms around his neck.
he pulls apart slightly, still touching against your lips.
"fuck, why don't ya come back to mine right now? can't get enough of this. i fucking like ya so much, but ya always get so anxious around me. kills me", he mumbles in between his kisses.
you grin at him, reminding him of your situation.
"we're locked in here, how are we supposed to go back?"
"shit. fuck it, nobody's here. why not?"
"i don--"
"SAMUUUU WHERE ARE YOU???"
you both flinch violently, moving away from each other.
you shoot him a perplexed look, slightly worried.
osamu pales, clenching his jaw in anger. he rolls his eyes, before grumbling out an explanation.
"ma twin."
"...atsumu knows where you are?"
not long after, the door bursts open, and you see atsumu walk in, tears in his eyes.
"YER OKAY SAM-- oh! is that Y/N??? IT ISS, ISN'T? WE'LL LEAVE YA BOTH LOCKED IN 'ERE, THEN", he laughs boisterously.
"NO!", you both shout in sync.
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after that catastrophe, the manager had apologized for the inconvenience, and now you, osamu, and atsumu were standing outside.
"so yer saying ya didn't know me before ya saw me visiting?", atsumu mutters, completely crestfallen at your revelation.
"...no, I'm sorry", you apologize, feeling completely guilty for no reason.
"ya haven't seen even one match?", he mumbles, feeling himself deflate even more.
"...i might've, but i think i was more focused on bokuto..."
hearing this, he gasps dramatically, and almost falls over. what you said was a big blow to his ego and pride.
"I'm really sorry, atsumu. i swear I'll start watching even more, and I'll make sure to pay attention to you even more!" you attempt to reassure him, and it works. he nods at you, still upset over your conversation.
"don't apologize to this pig. forget it. how the hell did ya find out we were here, anyways?", osamu angrily grits out.
"i came over to yer house, and i saw ya weren't there. it's extremely late, so i was worried like the amazing brother i was. i called yer manager and explained, and we looked around the whole place until we found ya!", he beams, motioning his hands in a thumbs up.
"well, that's great. thank you for finding us, atsumu", you smile at him in gratitude, not bringing up the fact that it was 9pm, which wasn't very late.
he gapes at you before smirking brightly.
"i see ma brother has great taste. they're hot, samu. I'll leave ya both here, and i better hear something good by tomorrow. bye!", and he runs off.
you turn towards osamu, shooting him yet another confused look.
"well, uh.. i don't know how to say it, honestly..", he chuckles bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck.
you raise your brows, nodding at him.
"go on, take your time", you give him an encouraging smile.
"y'know what, would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow at mine? I'll make ya something nice", he mumbles as he avoids eye contact, ears and cheeks completely red.
"that sounds amazing! it's a date, then?", you grin up at him. of course, it wasn't hard to tell what exactly atsumu had referred to, so you pitched in enough effort to help osamu out.
he smiles at you, nodding his head.
"it's a date, yeah. been meaning to ask ya for a long time, just been nervous. yer just really really pretty, and i like ya too much to not ask, but there's never felt like an appropriate time for it, but then i got carried away in the storage room, and i was gonna ask ya, but then we started kissing, and i just didn't wanna stop, an--"
"it's alright, samu. i like you too. besides, you asked now, right? doesn't matter when you do it, it just matters if you do it. and you did it. and i said yes!", you reassure him.
he smiles at you, before giving you a hug.
"yeah. I'll see ya tomorrow, then?"
"of course. i look forward to seeing all the things we could do in your room", you remind him of his flirting from before.
"..forgot i said that. guess I'll just have to show ya tomorrow", he mutters in faux annoyance.
you laugh, before pecking his cheek and walking away.
you felt completely giddy on your way back to your apartment. it was nice. guess cookies and snacks weren't the only thing you found in the storage room. you found reciprocation, and what more could you ask for?
unbeknownst to you, osamu was just as much, if not more giddy to see you. he was throwing up his fist in celebration. he wasn't lying when he said he'd been meaning to ask you for a while. he was glad you got the hint and asked for him. osamu was more than happy to cook up a feast just for you, as all he really wants is for you to praise him on his cooking. he's a miya twin, after all.
as it had turned out, your first date had gone very well, and you both went on a few more before making it finally official. by now, osamu had decided to open up his own restaurant, and you had been there to help him throughout the whole process of it. now, osamu and you were co-owners of onigiri miya.
osamu had full intent of proposing to you sometime in the future, just to really seal the deal and make you a miya. then, you'd truly be an owner of his store.
you both were a very compatible couple, and everyone had seemed to know that except for you both. a couple years later, hoshi had drunkenly confessed to how you guys were locked in on purpose by him, because of Yui bringing up the idea to set you both up. as it turns out, atsumu and your guys' manager at the were in on it.
in the end, you never really got to thank Yui for it, but you were immensely grateful to her.