◤ "𝑶𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆?
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆."◢
↳ The one where y/n can't stand
Osamu Miya, the owner of the Onigiri shop next door that's...
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Sitting petulantly at the desk in your office, you throw down the bright red notice gripped tightly in your hands, onto the pile of overdue bills laid out in-front of you- mockingly, as a reminder of how much of a failure you had become.
Your bakery has been open for two years, but you've barely been able to make a dent in the loan you took out to afford this space- the space that just so happens to be right next to his Onigiri shop.
Osamu Miya.
The smug asshole knew just how to push your buttons in all the wrong ways. You hated everything about the man- his arrogant attitude, his annoyingly obnoxious voice, his stupid fucking face... and most of all, you hated how he was so much more successful than you.
Call it jealousy (because it is), but you just couldn't understand what he had that you didn't?
All of your recipes were carefully crafted- perfectly prepared with the freshest, most delicious ingredients. They were succulent, uniquely sapid; anyone who tasted your deserts was blown away by the sugary sweet flavor that tickled their taste buds.
So, what the fuck was steering away your all your customers?
It had to be him. There was no other explanation; Miya was out to get you.
