◤ "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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"I'm never drinking again."
The throbbing ache in your skull was a devilish reminder of why you had stopped drinking plum wine to begin with. Rolling out of bed, still dressed in yesterday's clothing with yesterday's face smeared all down your cheeks— it was no surprise that you looked like death warmed over. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand, eyes bugged when you saw what time it was; half passed eleven, almost two whole hours after opening.
"Shit!" You hissed, launching yourself into the bathroom as you peel off your clothes in tandem with each wobbled step you took.
You hardly had time to allow the shower to warm up, the sting of chilled droplets had you wincing in discomfort, but nonetheless you made quick work of cleansing your body before hopping back out to get dressed for work. Luckily enough, you lived just up the street so it wouldn't take long for you to get there— not that you anticipated anyone to be lining up at the door anyways.
In about twenty minutes (thanks to traffic) you arrived at your bakery, surprised to find the lights on and the 'open' sign shining brightly through the window. As you approach the door, you spot Kaito behind the counter setting out a fresh batch of baked goods into the display case.
"Good morning Ms. L/n!" He beams excitedly once he noticed you walk through the door, and although you're happy to see him working diligently on his tasks, you're not quite sure how he got inside in the first place.
