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↳ 「 osamu miya 」 ␥ 宮 治 .ᐟ

⤦ wc ⨾ 611

⤦ cw ⨾ no pronouns used, mentions stress baking, kind of hurt to comfort, i forgot how to write.

“what‘s wrong?” his voice, a soft murmur peppered with specks of concern, loud enough to be heard above the monotonous whir of the white fridge placed in the corner of the kitchen.

He rushed to your side, dropping everything, and calloused hands came into contact with your clothed back.

Despite wearing a thick jumper adorned by a delicate dusting of pills, an attempt to protect your skin from the sad bite of the cold, you could feel his fingertips surging small waves of heat through the dense material of your jumper.

Osamu had just come back from work. It was 12am—fridays are always busy for him. A thin layer of salty sweat coated his skin, reflecting a slight glow. He did not expect to come back to find you, a flushed face graced by a sad trail of tears, standing in front of a tray of burnt cookies.

You took in his smell—a subtle sweetness seasoned with the aroma of roasted seaweed—while you let out a soft sniffle.

Within his presence, the previous sense of panic has dissipated into thin air—every breath he drew out matched the melodious rhythm of your heart.

“Stress baking again?” he asked, his head leaning in closer as his eyes trailed the cookies spread out atop the counter, an ugly black furnishing the uneven edges. His hand never left the small of your back.

Your lips pursed into a thin line as you shook your head in agreement. Stress baking, again.

Osamu was tired. Every muscle in his body yearned for sleep—screamed for it. Anyone would be after working a 12 hour shift in a busy restaurant on a Friday.

The hand previously stitched onto your back removed itself—and you felt naked in the aftermath. Your head turned, eyes trailing his figure. He made his way to the fridge.

“What—what are you doing?”

“What do you think?” he turned around with a toothy grin, his arms hugging a few ingredients. “We’re baking cookies,”

You blink at him, furrowing your brows. “But you—“

“I’m craving some cookies,” a tired smirk etched on his lips as he approached you once again. He handed you the butter and sugar and went off to get the rest of the ingredients.

With a confused sigh and a soft sniffle, you measured out the ingredients into the mixing bowl previously laying in front of you and began whisking.

It was quiet for a while, until you felt warm breath fanning your neck and a pair of big arms wrap around your torso. His nose, now brushing the crook of your neck, sent shooting stars down your arms. His toned chest was against your back.

“Hey—“ You began, but he cut you off right away.

“We’re about to make the best cookies—ever” he mumbled into your neck, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion. It was genuine.

Your eyes soften with a bit of water dampening them, guilt seeming to make its way into your chest, almost swallowing your heart whole. Making cookies after a 12 hour shift wasn’t the best way to wind down.

“I’m sorry you’re…you shouldn’t have to come from a busy day at work to bake some cookies“

He raised his head from your neck, arms still lazily wrapped around your waist, fingers intertwined and resting steadily in front of your stomach. “Hey, you better not be crying! I don’t want salty cookies,” he replied, pointing at the bowl in front of you with his head.

Osamu miya loved you dearly, and he was willing to prove that—even if it meant making cookies at 12am—because if it’s with you, he’d do anything. If it’s for you, he’d do everything.

@kameyyy

lwk just made that new writing acc so i can post abt atsumu f1 au

BLUE LOCK LEAKS HEHEHE

why did i just get krissed…TOKE WHAT THE FUCK😭😭😭

chat am i cooking - sawamura daichi who grew up wanting to be a policeman because he believed in helping his community and the people he loves - now in his 30s, disillusioned, depressed af, feels like he’s not actually helping anyone (acab) and it all comes to a head when he meets escort!reader who’s on the run because she knows something she shouldn’t and he's just like, oh yeah i know what course of action i have to take

whenever I like your self ship posts, please imagine me holding up pompoms and yelling "YEAH!!!!" every time.

ANNOUNCEMENT

this rest of this month i’ll be talking abt these selfships:

Kuroo shoyo daichi iwaizumi and bakugou

selfships i want to start and confirm:

bokuto and meian also aizawa (pla help me.)

i want focaccia

me and kageyama core 😍😍

hardworking farmer and (unhelpful) little foxes

sometimes I feel genuinely overwhelmed by the love I have for shoyo hinata