You know he's going to do it, really you do.

It's been on your mind all day, the way your fingers grazed over the velvet box in the back of his sock drawer, the way it sent electric shocks up your arm and immediate surprise to your brain.

So when Osamu tugs on your hand to stop you at the park in the middle of your walk, your brain instantly goes: oh shit.

"What?" Osamu asks, noticing the surprised look on your face, tilting his head to the side in confusion as he ties his shoe.