Osamu knows that he can count on Kita to be first to practice, even though he himself is rarely one of the first ones there - unless he and Atsumu have turned arriving to practice into a race, of course. Which isn't the case today, as Atsumu is off talking with their history teacher about his last exam results.
Kita's smile is soft, sweet, radiant- enough to make Osamu feel a little tongue-tied.
"Yeah. Hey, Kita-san. I was waiting for you. I mean, I have something for you." He holds out the meat bun with two hands, a rather formal way of presenting it for someone usually so casual.
"We made meat buns in home ec today, and I had some extras. Wanted to make sure you got one."
He's trying to play it cool, but truthfully Osamu really, really wants Kita to like it.
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Date: 2022-11-09 03:42 pm (UTC)Kita's smile is soft, sweet, radiant- enough to make Osamu feel a little tongue-tied.
"Yeah. Hey, Kita-san. I was waiting for you. I mean, I have something for you." He holds out the meat bun with two hands, a rather formal way of presenting it for someone usually so casual.
"We made meat buns in home ec today, and I had some extras. Wanted to make sure you got one."
He's trying to play it cool, but truthfully Osamu really, really wants Kita to like it.