Osamu barely even knew you—just a few deep conversations and small dates, that, if it wasn’t for his restaurant and the fact that you showed up one random Thursday out of nowhere, he wouldn’t have even met you, let alone realized that love at first sight was real.

If he were anywhere else in the world, he’d probably be at the bottom of the Mariana Trench with how deeply he’d fallen for you. He didn’t even know why, though. Maybe it was your sweet, angelic voice? Or perhaps the soft feeling of your skin when you two intertwined hands? No, no, it definitely had to be your beautiful face and those pretty eyes of yours... damn, he was whipped.

He wasn’t the kind of person who rushed into things—between him and his twin brother, he was actually the calm and collected one. But with you? He felt like a dumb teenager with a crush. You were everything he had always dreamed of—sweet, kind, beautiful... just perfect. Maybe that’s why he was already imagined a life with you. He wanted it all. Picturing yourself in his room? Waking up in the morning and bringing you breakfast in bed? Being your emergency contact—just because he thought no one could possibly know you like he did? It didn’t matter, because to him, all of that it felt like love.

And maybe that’s why, with his brain completely scrambled by how much he liked you, his tongue betrayed him, blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

"I wanna share your address," he said out of the blue. The two of you were in the empty restaurant while you waited for him to finish cleaning so you could spend some time together. You weren’t officially a couple—not yet, at least, in Osamu’s mind—but to him, the few dates you had were more than enough for him to say something like that.

"I-I mean, I—" He stammered, realizing what he’d just said. "I just thought... I wanna watch you while you sleep—" He froze, eyes wide as panic took over. "No, wait, that sounds like a creep—damn!"

His face couldn’t have been redder, and honestly? It was kinda cute.