Osamu loves his girlfriend. From the way she looks to the way she talks - even if she was being a petulant little brat. Honestly he doesn’t even know what she’s bickering about this time. But even then.

“Alright… alright, baby. I’m sorry lets just go home, hm?”

He would hum out, rubbing at his girlfriend’s shoulders comfortingly. Even if he wasn’t at fault - he’d apologize.

Happy girlfriend, happy life, right?

“It’s all my fault, everything is. I’m sorry, baby.”