𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 // miya osamu

The warm sunlight streamed through the classroom window, painting stripes across the wooden desks. (Y/N) rested her chin on her palm, her elbows propped on the desk, her gaze fixed across the room.
There he was, Miya Osamu, quietly chatting with his volleyball teammates, Ginjima and Suna. A familiar flutter stirred in her chest. How had she, (L/N) (Y/N), found herself liking him? It wasn't as if they hadn't known each other; Inarizaki High was a powerhouse, and they'd been classmates since first year. Yet, her feelings for the younger Miya twin had deepened into something more than just friendship.
He was good-looking, a bonus, but it was more than that. He was a good cook, smart, responsible, and possessed a clear, rational mind – a definite turn-on for her. As she watched him, a small, private smile touched her lips. The journey to this point, to recognizing this quiet affection, had been hilariously spontaneous, starting on the very first day of school.
