Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
Osamu Miya
fluff, time-skip
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You never guessed after high school you'd get with Osamu Miya, the calm collected guy, who only laughed or talked with his friends. You expected to get with a outgoing loud dude, like Atsumu.
You never thought all that eye contact or accidental touches meant anything, even when he would whisper to his friends around you. You thought nothing of it.
Yet here you are across from him while he was behind the counter giving you that sweet smile you loved so dearly. How his eyes creased, how they sparkled when he made you laugh. You fell so deeply in love with him and his jokes nobody found funny, but you still laughed at his dorkiness.
No one would suspect that the mysterious Miya brother was actually the dorkiest, sweetest guy ever. He made you smile in times you felt like crying, he held you in times you felt like falling. He was there for you through everything, and stayed because truthfully, he couldn't bear the thought of another man doing any of that for you.
So maybe that's why he sealed the deal after three years of dating.
You suspected nothing when he wanted to do everything for you. Your nails, hair, even make sure you're wearing a pretty outfit. He understood how you planned things out. This wasn't something he could really ask you to plan, so he tried his best making sure you wouldn't be mad at him when the videographer and photographer got photos and videos of the proposal.
You both were walking on the beach during Christmas break. Families took off and he sent his employees on break to be with family.
You two laughed and he just stared at you with a look of love, he knew he wanted to marry you. Your beautiful eyes, your smart mind, your quick-witted responses, your laughter that seemed to enchant him every time he heard it, he was so in love.
That was when the sun rise was just right when he stopped you knowing how much you loved the ocean, it was perfect timing when dolphins were diving in the distance. "Look y/n dolphins!", he said as you turned, he got on one knee with a smile.
But when you looked back, he forgot to function and slipped up, "me marry you" he said before he lost grip of the ring," shit I thought I had this under control", you smile at his sweetness. He put the ring in the box holding it up again, taking a deep breath, "will you marry me?" he asked palms growing sweaty.
You smile before slowly nodding, "I would love to" you said as he placed the ring on your finger while standing up. Once he was finished you jumped on him.
Forgetting his clumsiness when nervous you both fell down into the sand, smiles etched onto both of your faces.
He tucked a loose hair behind your ear, "your perfect, I love you so much" he said with love in his eyes, "I love you too" you say before you grab the side of his cheek both of you coming close, you kiss awaiting the future sealed with a hopeful kiss.
You were meant for him, and he was meant for you.
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Thank you for reading I was just listening to the song Ordinary by Alex Warren, and another song I forgot. Have a good night.
You’re two months pregnant and absolutely glowing. There’s a nervous excitement in your every breath, your hand constantly drifting over your still-flat belly as if to check that it’s real. That there’s really a little life growing inside you. A little Miya, curled up and getting bigger by the day.
You’re in the passenger seat of the car, heading toward your very first ultrasound appointment. The windows are down, and the soft spring breeze is curling through your hair as the late morning sun streams through the windshield. Everything feels light. Hopeful. Surreal.
Atsumu is driving one-handed, his other resting on your thigh, thumb tracing idle circles against your leggings. He hums quietly to the radio, lips twitching into a smile every time he glances over at you.
“Y’know,” he says after a moment, “I been thinkin’ about what kind of nose they’ll have. Hopefully yours. Mine’s too pointy.”
You let out a soft laugh, the kind that bubbles up without effort. “As long as they don’t have your drama.”
“Hey!” he protests, though he’s still smiling as he squeezes your leg. “They’re allowed a little flair. They are mine, after all.”
You roll your eyes fondly, fingers tangling with his at the next red light. He lifts your joined hands to press a kiss to your knuckles before driving on.
When you pull into the clinic parking lot, your nerves start to set in—low and creeping. It’s your first time seeing the baby. Hearing a heartbeat. It makes everything feel suddenly, painfully real.
The waiting room is quiet, with soft instrumental music playing and the smell of hand sanitizer hanging in the air. You’re seated beside Atsumu, your knees bouncing ever so slightly as your mind races ahead. His hand is still in yours, firm and grounding.
When the nurse finally calls your name, you squeeze his fingers a little tighter.
The exam room is dimly lit, calm, with a monitor beside the table and soft instructions given as you lie back. You wince slightly at the cold gel, heart pounding in your ears as the technician glides the wand over your stomach.
She squints at the screen. Tilts her head.
Then her eyes widen slightly.
“Oh.”
You stiffen. “What? What is it? Is something wrong?”
She’s quick to reassure you. “No, no—everything looks good. It’s just... you’re having twins.”
Silence.
Atsumu leans in closer, eyes squinting at the screen. “Twins?”
“Twins,” the technician repeats, pointing to two distinct little shapes. “You see here? Two sacs. Two heartbeats.”
Your gaze locks onto the screen. Two. Not one. Not the tiny flutter you’d been preparing for, but two.
A sudden wave of panic crashes over you.
“Two?” you echo, your voice a shaky whisper. “Like... two babies? At the same time?”
The technician gently clears her throat. "Well, it’s a little early to know for sure if they’re fraternal or identical, but yes—twins."
You feel your breath hitch, the room growing smaller around you. “That’s two car seats. Two cribs. Two births. Two newborns crying at once—”
Your hand grips Atsumu’s forearm, eyes wide as your mind races. “I don’t—I wasn’t ready for two. I barely wrapped my head around one.”
You’re still staring at the screen when Atsumu shifts closer to the bed, his hand still resting lightly on yours.
“Hey,” he says softly. “Breathe for me, okay?”
You turn toward him with wide, overwhelmed eyes. “Tsumu... that’s two babies. That’s two of everything. What if I can’t—what if I’m not enough for both of them?”
“You are,” he says instantly, without hesitation. “You will be. We will.”
But your hand flails toward his forearm like it needs something to latch onto. “This is your fault. You and Osamu. You cursed me with twin genes!”
He stares at you, stunned. “What?! How is this my fault?”
“Because you’re a twin! That’s how!”
The technician offers a gentle smile, still watching the monitor. “Actually, twins are likely influenced by the mother’s genetics. So if anyone ‘passed it down,’ it’s likely you.”
You blink slowly. “So... it’s me?”
Atsumu exhales—relieved. “See? I didn’t do this! You doubled down on your own.”
Your head snaps toward the technician, eyes wide and blinking rapidly, a storm of disbelief swirling behind them. You don’t say anything—but your look says plenty.
The technician catches the expression immediately and offers a placating smile, lifting her hands lightly. "I’ll give you two a minute," she says gently, already stepping toward the door, and quietly slips out of the room, pulling it closed behind her with a soft click.
You drop your head back onto the exam pillow with a muffled groan. “I don’t know how to do one baby. Let alone two. That’s double the crying. Double the diapers. Double the college funds.”
Atsumu leans down until his forehead presses softly to yours. His hand finds yours again, grounding you with the warmth of his palm and the way his thumb strokes soothingly across your skin.
“Hey,” he says, voice low and gentle. “Breathe. We’ll figure it out.”
You don’t answer right away, eyes still locked on the monitor where two flickering heartbeats pulse in rhythm.
He kisses your forehead, slow and reassuring. “We’ll go one diaper at a time. One bottle at a time. One late-night rocking session at a time. We’re gonna be okay.”
Your lip trembles. “Are we?”
He smiles, brushing your hair back from your forehead. “I’m not lettin’ you do this alone. You’re stuck with me, baby. Me, and the two little monsters we made.”
You laugh wetly, a mix of shock and affection tangled in your chest. He leans down and kisses you again—cheek, then jaw, then temple—before turning to look back at the screen.
And in the glow of that monitor, with two tiny heartbeats tapping out the rhythm of your future, Atsumu squeezes your hand and whispers:
“They’ve already got the best mom in the world. The rest’ll be easy.”
You sit up slightly and reach for him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug, your chin resting against his shoulder. “Thank you,” you whisper, voice thick with emotion. “I needed to hear that.”