Thread by @n0tananimegirl

#OsaAka | Confessions 🤍🍙

Sibilant rain poured down from the darkened evening sky, droplets chinking off Onigiri Miya’s window and down onto the puddle ridden sidewalk.

Autumn was upon them bringing cool winds and even colder rains.

But inside his humble restaurant, Osamu couldn’t help but feel anything but /warmth./

Onigiri Miya had closed an hour ago yet there were still dirtied stacked plates, half full cups, and napkins scattered at the bar indicating just how busy the dinner rush had been.

He would get to those later.

Soft jazz music plays in the background as he moves easily through the kitchen - flowing from counter to stove to sinks like a languid dance.

His focus keeps him distracted; distractions keep him from-

An arm brushed against his own

causing him to lift his head from his insistent wiping of the counters.

Akaashi is smiling at him - the yellow glow of the lights making him look ethereal, jade eyes crinkled at the edges underneath his glasses - Osamu’s tongue feels heavy in his mouth.

“Myaa-sam, I don’t think the counter could get any cleaner if you tried.” He teases reaching over to take the rag and tossing across Osamu’s shoulder.

His returning grin was sheepish “Sorry.”

Akaashi studied him, gaze all knowing, looking right through his entire being

“Anything on your mind?”

‘You’ He thinks powerlessly ‘Always you.’

Since opening the Onigiri Miya Tokyo branch six months ago, the editor’s appearance had been more prominent in his life - much to his own delight and dismay.

The delight of seeing Akaashi Keiji everyday, the very person who’s had his affections since he was a gangly 17 year old.

Having said man, stay until closing time, talking and building a friendship, forgetting about the real world that was just outside the door.

Evenings just for them.

And dismay of holding back his feelings in fear of destroying what they had.

How he wanted to ruin things so badly, to tell Akaashi how he’s felt for all this time - that the distance hadn’t deterred the want he’s harbored for years.

But he wouldn’t.

Call him a coward or an idiot (his twin would prefer that) he could not find it in himself to step over that ledge, to dive in and risk everything that has been building up for the past few months.

Osamu shook his head, gaze flickering away from Akaashi’s bare arms that were

visible thanks to his rolled up dress shirt “Just had a long day ‘Kaashi, don’t worry about me.”

The dark haired man’s smile never wavered, full of tenderness and a hint of mirth. “Ah, not sure if you’ve realized it yet Myaa-sam but I’ll always worry about you.”

He steps away after that, turning to continue his task of gathering used dishes to set into the sink as if he hadn’t rattled Osamu to his core.

“Wait!” The chef reached out to grasp his wrist gently.

“Osamu?” Akaashi questions, his arm relaxed in his hold,

slightly startled but not afraid “What is it?”

“I like ya.” He blurts out unceremoniously “I like ya a fuckin’ lot Keiji. And I know we’re only friends and I’ve probably messed everything up between us but I had to let ya know because ya’v been drivin’ me crazy -“

he paused mortified and embarrassed noticing Akaashi’s shocked expression “Shit- this wasn’t how I - I didn’t mean to - /fuck/.”

He released the other man’s wrist mentally ready to fling himself into oncoming traffic when he felt a soft hand on top of his chest halting his steps

Akaashi was looking at him again, eyes alight with joy fueled by the warm lights of the restaurant, lips turned into the softest smile he’s ever been graced to see “Osamu.” He says cheeks growing pink “You didn’t ruin anything. I-I feel the same way.”

How many more times would Akaashi Keiji leave him feeling so helpless, so out of his element?

“Ya do?”

Akaashi breathes a laugh through his nose taking a step closer allowing Osamu’s hands to grab his waist “Of course I do. Why else would I spend every night here after work?

I’ve liked you for a while now, years if I’m being truthful, I wanted to be selfish and have you, if only for a few hours.” He admits quietly fiddling with the collar of his Onigiri Miya t-shirt.

Osamu inhaled deeply removing one of his hands from the lithe man’s waist and

cupped his face lifting his head to look into gray eyes “Ya’v always had me Keiji. Through the mud, ya’v had me wrapped around yer fingers from the moment I laid eyes on ya.”

“You’ve had me too Osamu,” Akaashi leans into his touch, clutching his t-shirt almost desperately.

“So, are we through pretending we don’t want each other?”

Osamu leaned down to brush their lips together “Darlin’ I don’t think I could pretend anymore if I tried. Stay with me tonight?”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

happy osaaka day 🥺🤍🍙

this thread was inspired by @zippertab ‘s amazing osaaka art that I literally have gone back to look at 10000000 times. Linking it below so you can enjoy it too 😍😍😍🤍🤍🤍

https://twitter.com/zippertab/status/1588883551625547776