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     "ya got a bigger bed?"

"well obviously. how else did you think that puny little mattress was going to fit the both of us?", shiori scoffed.

"I suppose yer right", osamu mumbled as he watched the girl open up the covers, inviting him in.

this was the first time that osamu had seen the girl's cage, which was way more spacious than his and atsumu's jail cell.

     "these silk fabrics dangling from the top of the cage..."

     "they're for me to do aerobatics. I'll show you some other time when I'm fully recovered", shiori said, to which osamu had just nodded as he crawled onto the bed, laying down beside shiori.

the girl then smiled as she caressed osamu's face, meanwhile his eyes became half-lidded, as he enjoyed the girl's touch; it was calming and made him feel special.

     he had a relationship with a girl that her brother didn't, and it was exhilarating.

     "don't think of me as a prize, osamu. I can tell that when someone looks at me like that, they think they've got me, but I'm nobody's.

I will never belong to anybody", shiori lowly warned.

osamu slightly flinched at that, adverting his eyes as he felt shiori's nimble fingers trailing down his jawline and to his lips, lifting his chin to meet her gaze.

     "you understand, don't you?", shiori whispered, to which osamu's breath hitched.

     'god, how can someone so defenseless sound so threatening and hot at the same time?'

osamu nodded, feeling himself just adore the girl more and more as time goes on.

"can I just stay by yer side, forever?", osamu quietly asked, though it's not like the girl had a say in this, as the gray-haired male had already decided to breakout of prison with shiori if that's what she wished.

     "the choice is yours, but do not expect anything in return", shiori stated, to which osamu had given the girl a small smile.

     "that's all I want", the gray-haired male replied as he pulled shiori's body closer, feeling her hot breath hit his neck as the girl slightly pushed away so that she could see osamu's face.

     "something wrong?", osamu asked, to which shiori had just crazily smiled.

     "I knew I made the right choice of picking you", shiori mumbled as she kissed osamu, her hand snaking to the back of the boy's head as she tangled her fingers in his short gray locks.

osamu was least to say utterly shocked before leaning into the kiss, slowly closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sweetness of the girl's intoxicating lips and peppermint breath.

'mine. mine. mine'.

pulling away, shiori slid her hand down to osamu's waist as she leaned her head against the male's chest.

drawing small circles on osamu's back, the male nuzzled the lower half of his face on top of shiori's head as the two closed their eyes, leisurely dozing off as they enjoyed each other's presence.

♛

     "do ya have something against me?", atsumu questioned, to which the girl had raised a brow as the blonde had pulled shiori aside, trapping her in the corner of a hallway as the two had skipped class.

"no, why?", shiori asked, yawning as she was on her way to meet suna.

after all, it's been a while and the girl wanted to chill. hence the baggy looking black sweatpants and matching cropped sweatshirt.

"why do ya always treat me like I don't exist?! why do ya treat 'samu like a king while ya look at me like I'm some filth beneath yer feet?!", atsumu growled, glaring at shiori as the girl suddenly stifled a laugh, to which atsumu had became even more angered.

"why're ya laughing?! what's so funny?!", atsumu scowled, not daring to raise his voice too much as he didn't want the guards to find out about him skipping class.

just because shiori was given a free pass to roam around wherever and whenever, it didn't mean he could too.

"tell me, atsumu, how do you feel about me?", shiori asked, amused and surely entertained.

     atsumu was taken aback, even as to making a slightly appalled face as he unconsciously took a few steps back.

     "isn't that obvious?! distaste! I hate ya and yer guts! I will end up killing ya one day when yer at yer weakest", atsumu lowly threatened, to which most would've been intimidated, but not shiori, because humans—especially men—didn't scare her.

shiori boldly took a step forward, to which atsumu had taken one back. the two repeated this for a while until the blonde had felt his back hit a wall, to which even though shiori was a whole head shorter than him, he felt like a prey; trapped.

"who are you lying to, atsumu?", shiori whispered, her words spilling out like a poisonous snake, though enticing like a harmless moth.

"what...what do ya mean?!", atsumu asked, putting on his usual smirk as this was one of his tactics to hide how he truly felt; it was his mask.

"do I look like one of those bitches that you can just pick up off the street and fuck with? no, miya atsumu, no. do not view me as a trophy to take home and display for the world to see.

     and as for your own feelings...there's a thin line between hate and love. you're confused, you're uncertain, and you're scared because you've never felt this way before.

     at least your brother knows what he wants, and what about you? do you really hate me? or is this just some sick game that you made up in your head?

     talk to me once you've got your shit figured out. because unlike those hoes, I'm a woman that knows exactly what I want in a man".

     atsumu's facade dropped as he just stood there, utterly stunned as he watched shiori walk off like this was nothing to her.

     the blonde felt his heart race even faster than when he had experienced his first killing. atsumu clenched his shirt as he suddenly started started smiling, even as to darkly chuckling to himself.

"holy shit. is this what a crush feels like?"

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author's note: yandere (kinda) miya twins? check!

if you stan the miya twins, comment + vote or else I'll have atsumu come sangwoo your ankles...

just kidding!! love you all!! <3