𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ; 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭!❞

Osamu’s eyes were glued to the small screen in front of him, fingers ghosting over the screen to constantly replay the same clip. He cleared his throat, lowering his hands so his phone wouldn’t be as visible to get caught by the glaring women in front of him. Wakened from a daze, his ears shot up by the repetitive snapping of fingers.

“Miya, if you could look up here for a second.” graciously he looked up, lips curling into a smile as he waved his hands as a form of an apology.

“Sorry, Sensei! Continue continue, I’m listening.” the silver haired male hid a scowl as he switched off the device, pocketing it carefully in the pants of the Inarizarki uniform.

“As I was previously saying,” the old women warmly smiled, her rosy lips curling into a welcoming grin. “We have a new student today!” she clapped her hands in mild excitement, returning the same, dry enthusiasm with the rest of the sleep deprived students. Her face dropped, but nevertheless had the same composure. “Be kind, like always. She’s come from the outskirts of Hyogo.”

Doing so the door creaked open, you looked up in surprise while passing a small wave to the class- who stared back at you in surprise. You were absolutely stunning in their eyes, the way the uniform fit your body, the way your h/c hair shaped your face like an outline of a drawing, your alluring plump lips, it was a figure that could easily resemble a model of any kind.

“L/N, would you mind introducing yourself?” Mrs. Hakomata stepped aside, her hands folded over the long, sunset yellow skirt she wore.

Nodding your head, you walk to the middle of the classroom and give a curt bow, standing up straight and doing your best to seem as energetic as possible.

“Helllooo!~” you began, your eyes scanning the width of the room to get an idea of what you’d be dealing with in the year. Posters of Japanese wars hung from the back of the room, cabinets aligning the walls which were lit by the glass windows behind it. “My name is y/n l/n, and I’ve transferred to have a fresh start! I do hope we can all get along.”

To the class, you seemed quite innocent. A simple and intelligible girl who wanted to live a peaceful school life, like a background character in the Shonen they sold at the gas station downtown. Especially to him. He took interest, almost immediately. Stiffening his back, Osamu Miya grinned brightly at you when your eyes met his, his hazel irises reflecting your figure. In the back of his mind, although, words constantly repeated in his brain like the chorus to a 2000′s pop song.

“She’s so beautiful, and innocent by the looks of it too. How fun it would be, watching tears stream down her cheeks when she cries.”

“C’mon Osamu, don’t be crude. It’s her first day, is it not? Give the poor girl a break.”

Inhaling an exhaling once, you spotted an empty seat near the middle of the class, in front of the silver haired teens seat; a smug expression painted on his face. Unmoved by his look, you sat down on the polished wooden oak chair, dropping your black book bag on the floor next to you, the material sliding, then slumping on the legs of the desk as support.

Retaining composure, you sat up straight and gave a warm smile to the heads which whipped around to watch you, immediately turning back when they noticed you watching.

“Now that’s out of the way...” Mrs. Hakomata began, “I suppose I’ll announce the homework for the weekend before you all leave for lunch. Chemistry packets one and two are due by Monday, as well as the textbook revision on Unit 1 for next Thursday’s test! That’s all, you may all take your leave. Have a great weekend!”

The shrill noise of the bell rang, awakening everyone from their dazed stupor. Students rushed out the door, flooding the hallways in a hurry to get to the cafeteria. Confused at the quick and hasty introduction and leave, you stumbled up to catch up with everyone else. In doing so, your eyes widened and looked down as one of your legs stopped behind, the other in front. Your foot had caught onto the strap of your bag, causing you to almost fall forward. A rough arm gripped your waist forward, holding you back from a nose bleed and a bruise awaiting you from the fall.

Pulling away, the arm let go of you as you looked back. The same, smug expression was plastered on Osamu’s face. “Watch where you step, wouldn’t want your pretty face to be cracked, right cutie?” he grinned, a forced blush appearing on his cheeks. He leaned forward, his face inches away from yours.

Dusting off your uniform, you step back and bend over to pick up the bag on the floor, heaving it over your shoulder. “Thanks, would’ve probably hurt if it wasn’t for you.” you stated confidently, returning his gesture with a brief bow. Turning around to continue to lunch, a hand on your shoulder stopped you from leaving. Sighing and putting on a smile, you turned around and addressed him. “Is everything okay?”

Osamu Miya beamed, rubbing his hands together. “I’m assuming you don’t know where the cafeteria is, that’s all.” he gripped his own bag, walking ahead of you. “I can show you, unless you’d prefer to get lost.”

Scowling, you sighed and walked next to him, admiring the hallways to the cafeteria. Artworks from the 1st and 2nd years hung from the walls, beneath protective glass shelves. Osamu noticed your eyes traveling between posters, as he smiled complacently. “Admiring the schools work huh? What can I say, Inarizarki definitely tops them all.”

You look back at him, the grip tightening on your bag as you chuckled softly. “Yeah. Definitely does beat the shit my old school was.”

The male put his hands down the pockets of his black pants, “What school did you go to, before transferring here? I don’t hear much about the outskirts.”

“Nothing important.” you stated bluntly, not keen on sharing more then just your name and status with the stranger next to you. Your heart raced, nervousness surging through your body just by his tone of voice and figure.

His silver hair sat gracefully in a mix of a side and middle part, a few strands falling down his forehead. His face was perfect; a chiseled jaw line and porcelain, delicate like skin. His body was toned as well, it was safe to say. His arm muscles lined stunningly under the Inarizarki school uniform, along with his legs and thighs.

“Well, this is the lunch room. Feel free to let me know if you need anything!” he nudged your shoulder, passing you a flirty wink. “Consider me your personal tourguide, and anything more if ya need it.”

Shivering at his last statement you bow for curtesy one more time. “Thank you, I’ll definitely tell you.” you stated politely, swinging open the doors to the bustling room.

Grabbing a tray off the stack, the lady behind the counter then added the food to your plate. Some f/f, f/d, and a small cup filled with miso soup. Thanking her, you grabbed your utensils from a cup holder and put the plastic items right next to the few napkins you had. Sliding into a seat near the middle of the vast room, your eyes looked up to meet the sparking amber eyes of another girl.

She had a beautiful, bright and contagious like smile. Her raven hair was tied back neatly into a half ponytail, decorated with a crimson red bow. Her straight hair fell a little above her chest, a string of noodles between her lips. Digesting what was in her mouth, she waved to you.

“Hi!!”

“Hello.”

“You’re the new 3rd year right!? The one in Miya’s class?”

Nodding your head yet not exactly knowing who “Miya” was you exhale. “Yeah, I am!”

She extended her hand, clasping yours in a tight handshake. Letting go of you eventually, she grinned. “I’m Akimi. It’s great to meet you!”

“You too.” calmly returning the gesture, the two of you returned back to eating silently with the occasional discussion of random topics.

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“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” the teens thrusts began losing momentum, the rough skin slapping reducing to sloppy, unmatched force. His lips gently caressed the neck of the girl underneath him, her body red as condensation rolled down her exposed breasts. Her back was pressed harshly against the cold wall of the storage room, her legs squeezing against his hips.

Osamu’s forehead fell on her shoulder, his hair splayed on her collarbone. “Cumming!-” with one last groan of bliss, his warm liquid squirted from his cock, exploring and claiming her insides. Setting her on her feet carefully, he pulled out watching his cum roll down her wet thighs. Smirking in consent, he picked up his pants from the floor and slipped his legs through them, buttoning up the top before sliding the belt through each hook, muscles tensing while he put the button up shirt around his body.

The girl shakily stood up, her knees quivering under her black skirt and gray suit jacket. “So um... same time tomorrow Osamu?” she asked meekly, grabbing her bag which was slumped against the door while using a spare clothe from the shelves to clean and wipe her legs.

He pursed his lips and looked her up and down before exhaling, rubbing the back of his head. “I don’t think so.”

“What? Why?” she asked with worry, crossing her arms over her chest. “Your house is okay too, unless you have practice--”

“No. Read the room slut, I don’t want to be with you anymore.” she looked up at him, stunned for words. Her eyes glazed over, hesitating the feeling to cry.

“What the actual fuck is that supposed to mean, Miya?!” he rolled his eyes, lifting her chin as he loomed over her.

His fingers grazed her cheeks, then over her lips. “I’ve found someone else, you mean nothing more to me. Your body doesn’t feel the same. Sorry love, best to get my feelings out there, don’t you think?”

The fresh, salty tears began streaming down her cheeks, her heart clutched and her stomach twisting. Gulping, her eyes dropped, staring at the floor. “You mean that?”

He nodded, letting go of her before pressing one last kiss to her cheek. “On the brightside, you look so fucking pretty with tears running down your face. You should do it more often.” he unlocked the storage room door, slamming it behind him to leave the crying girl all alone.

❝𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬.❞