Osamu hated parties. He hated being dragged away from his restaurant by Atsumu after being told he was far too young to be acting like such an old fart.

Parties typically took place at Kita's farm, it was just far enough away from the city and his grandma was deaf to the point where it didn't matter how loud they were.

Osamu wouldn't admit it (especially to Atsumu), but he was actually having fun at this party. It wasn't too crazy, but it was definitely fun to get drunk in the rice field with all his highschool buddies and whatever friends they had made in college.

You had been one of said college friends, and Osamu couldn't leave you alone no matter how hard he tried. You were just...so easy to talk to. And it seemed like you liked talking to him too.

"Ya don't seem the type to like what all these other guys are offerin' ya," Osamu spoke up after taking a sip of his drink, a boyish grin tugging at his lips as he scanned your form with his eyes, "I could take ya down to the pond just past the rice fields...show ya how a real man charms someone like you."