you'd been friends with Osamu since you moved to Japan in first year, you're basically best friends, you're nearly always over and constantly being fed, Osamu basically force feeds you, telling you about how 'gals look better fed', and how 'if I let ya go without good food, I'd never live it down!' so you're sat at the kitchen island while Osamu cooks and hums to himself, Atsumu sitting beside you after he swanned in

"I never get how a gal can refuse food, gals look better fed!" Osamu says, using his free hand to get his point across, it was this ramble again, you were used to it, Atsumu just grinned amused