Pairing: Osamu X F!reader

Pairing: Osamu x f!reader

WC: 12.7k oof

Tags/tw: light angst, happy ending, infidelity (by reader), mirror sex, manipulation, 5 minor (non hq) character deaths[illness, poison, and brute force], assault/mob typical violence

A/N: This is my contribution to the Church of Meian’s Mayfia Collab! The masterlist can be found here. My first of hopefully many submissions to this server <3 Thank you to @meiansmistress​ for being my wonderful beta, everything you touch turns to magic I swear.

“‘Samu, what'cha thinking 'bout?” You throw your arms around his waist where he stands on the rooftop, gazing out over the town. The setting sun bleeds pinks and yellows over his skin, lighting him up in a way that makes him seem warmer.

“Nothin’, angel.” He turns to look at you, dark eyes content but filled with an odd distance that makes your head tip to the side in curiosity.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, c'mere.” Osamu says, opening a spot for you to snuggle up under his arm, wrapping it around your waist and placing a warm kiss on your forehead.

He stays quiet, and while he usually is, it still feels different. Out of place. “You sure you’re okay, baby?” You press gently, wanting to make sure he’s not holding something in on your account. 

Osamu contemplates for a moment, eyes dark and thoughtful. “Ya ever wish ya had been dealt a better hand, that it might make life easier?”

Your face dawns with melancholy understanding. “Is it your mom again?”

“’S getting worse,” Osamu sighs heavily, his arm tightening around you as if he was subconsciously seeking comfort. “Every month she gets worse. Hospital bills are three months late 'n Dad’s starting to—” He breaks off with a frustrated groan, pulling you fully into his embrace. “I shouldn’t be worryin’ ya with this. Sorry baby, don’t mind it.”

“You know I want you to rely on me,” you reply, heart aching as you think about his family. Your boyfriend’s mother had gotten sick last year, and their family had never been well off. Mr. Miya had started pulling double shifts, sometimes working eighty hour weeks just to support both his sons and keep the household running. 

“I know angel, you don’t have any idea how much I appreciate ya. Ya hold me together. I just… I just wish I could help. My dad can’t keep this up, ’s gonna kill him. I dunno what to do.”

“I’ve always got you, baby.” You hold his eyes, the despairing look in his earthy hues really starting to leave a sinking feeling in your gut. “You know I’ll always be there for you, no matter what.”

Osamu tips your head up, his lips touching yours once gently, then twice. “God, I hope so.”

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