You were sitting a little too close for him to handle, though to say he hated it would be a tremendous lie. Osamu start to sweat a bit and blush slightly at the feeling of you leaning against him, your hand so close to his back, your lips nearly touching his cheek–he could melt into a puddle right here and now.

You were guessing who his crush really was, and you could never get it right–because they were the last person you'd expect–you.

"Um... no, t-try again..." he mumbled shyly.