#and the way that sentence goes both ways BECAUSE they're both makers yk <3 omg mbb i love u and all ur double meanings
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ch. 6 - don’t worry, it’ll be perfect m.list
you finish weighing the last block of clay for your last class of the day. slowly, you push it against the table, trying to loosen it up some. a pair of earbuds rest in your ears, like the movies by laufey replaying for the fifth time that day. you hum along to the lyrics, the slight vibration playing along your lips.
swaying slightly to the song, you toss it back onto the wooden block, trying once more to knead it into submission. especially if you have students who have never touched a pottery wheel in their life. their foreign attitude towards the craft only enhancing if you were to have them wedge their own clay.
you bite your lip, grab the little ball of clay and feel it in your hand. it's soft, malleable, the air pockets finally pushed out. setting it next to the other ones, you take a line of saran wrap and lay it over them, trapping the moisture. resting your hands on your hips, you lean into the song, playing once more. closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath.
turning towards the front wall, you open your eyes to check the time. accept all you see is osamu standing in your door frame, hands awkwardly stuffed into his pockets. you slowly reach up and pull the earbuds from your ears, grasping at a spot on the chord that has dried streaks of clay on it. "hi," you stare at him.
you hadn't seen him since he burned your dinner. sure you've seen him around, a little hello when getting deliveries, or as you walk to your car. but you haven't actually seen him. let alone with a casual shirt on with a pair of jeans. however, his onigiri miya hat still rests carefully on his head, the streaks of grey being overtaken by his natural black.
"hey," he smiles, wider than he likely meant to.
there was something about the way you stood in front of him. how a ray of evening sunlight trickles through the window, landing on the clay and underglaze that coats your apron. he stands there, staring right back at you like you're more beautiful now than ever before.
"hi," you say once more, setting your earbuds and phone down on the table. the air is thick with tension, gaze unable to meet the other's, "uh, so what brings you to the earthen kiln during the dinner rush?"
osamu takes a step in, letting the door slowly close behind him, hand outstretched so it doesn't slam. pursing his lips, he looks down at his feet, "my brother signed us up for your class.. which let me just say, he's a handful and i apologize in advance. he even paid with my credit card and then didn't say anything until afterwards."
"but i am still excited, just not for you to meet him yet," osamu shakes his head, looking up at you with his nose crinkled, lip turned up in a snarl.
the word 'yet' sends your mind spiraling. you stand there with a frog in your throat thinking of what he meant by it. yet makes you think of the family-meeting era of a blooming relationship. how someone would invite their partner over, eagerly apologizing for their lack of boundaries or respect.
it sends a flutter under your skin, a wire in your brain frying. "i think i'll be okay," you finally muster up a sentence, trying to ignore the increasingly hot feeling you have in your face, "plus you guys could've asked, i would've given..."
your voice trails off as osamu receives a phone call, a rhythmic tone playing. it’s sweet, attuned to his personality. he grabs out his phone, rolling his eyes as he looks at the screen. bringing it up to his ear, he gives you a look of sympathy, like he can already tell what the person’s going to say.
“hi ‘tsumu, where are you?” osamu starts, trying to keep his posture straight, although a vein is practically popping out of his forehead, “you can’t come? you’re seriously visiting kita and his girlfriend? the one out in the country? so no one else is coming? okay okay, yeah, thanks a lot.”
turning off his phone, he lets out a sigh, eyebrows furrowing. turning to look at you, he has a sympathetic expression on his face. “i’m so sorry about my brother, but it seems all the spots taken for tonight will not be filled.. because apparently they’re all out by someone’s farm. i mean i’m still here..”
you shrug, pursing your lips, “well, you’ve already paid for it, which i apologize for. but today’s been really long and i’d love to go home early. how about next weekend, private lesson? i have nothing going on saturday and so i can give you all the ins and outs of pottery making.”
“private lesson?”
“yeah, just as an apology for the pay going on your card,” you lean against your table, crossing your ankles, “plus then i guess i’ll be able to meet your brother later, whenever you’d like.”
osamu’s breath catches in his throat, unable to bring himself to say something. you stand so confident, despite the seemingly exhausted state you’re in. he feels a little jealous as he feels like his knees are made of jelly and his hands are a water slide. “that’d be nice,” it comes out hoarser than he expected, taking a step towards you, “maybe i can bring lunch, as my own apology.”
“lunch would be perfect, how about, until then, you take this,” you walk over to your shelves of pottery, grabbing out a mug that resembles an ice cream cone, “had an extra from a custard place i did some work for. just as a ‘no more apologies’ kind of thing.”
“well i guess this meal i make will have to be perfect.”
“don’t worry, if you’re making it, i know it’ll be perfect.”
a/n: osamu’s DOWN BAD and i love him for it <33 might pull a @nectardaddy and just have mbb go on forever AND read ‘88 ford to meet kita’s country gf ;) taglist: @causenessus @osakis-gf @eggyrocks @brkfclub @marisabel14
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#no more apologies kind of thing#let's kiss#LMAO SORRY “LET'S KISS” SOUNDS SO FUNNY#88 FORD MENTIONED RAHH!!!#ICE CREAM CONE??? CUSTARD??? CUPID'S CUSTARD REF??????????????????#I AM LOOKING#omg he's so gentle i love him i want to cry#the hand out stretched so the door doesn't slam#osamu please open all my boxes i love you#“i'm sure if you're making it it'll be perfect”#THEY'RE PERFECT#and the way that sentence goes both ways BECAUSE they're both makers yk <3 omg mbb i love u and all ur double meanings#wyr you're amazing and so crazy talented omg i'll never stop saying it#this is so freaking cute omg#i bet atsumu put this all together and tried to pull a “oh teehee now you guys get to be together alone bc i ACCIDENTALLY can't make it”#i see u atsumu#OH THEY'RE SO CUTE#NO MORE APOLOGIES#LITERALLY FREAKING ADORABLE RAHHHHH#okay their wedding would be so cute and could go two ways#like obviously atsumu being osamu's best man#OR if mbb yn and atsumu get along atsumu walking her down the aisle?#like i'm sorry ik that's random but that's what i thought of when samu said he's not ready for her to meet tsumu yet#like him seeing both of the most important people in his life together?#i am crying#I'D LOVE TO HEAR UR THOUGHTS ABOUT THAT#WYR THIS CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD#SO FREAKING ADORABLE OMG I LOVE MBB SO SO MUCH#PLEASE NEVER END PLS DO A SPINOFF SERIES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE#ness' favorites but it's wyr's special division <3
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