◤ "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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The swell of Osamu's lips brush against your cheek as he pulls away— his expression is stoic, but taunting all the same as he waits to see your next move. He's always loved messing with you, even when the two of you were close all those years ago... and maybe he was hoping to see a glimpse of the girl he knew back then, for old time's sake; a glimpse of the girl who didn't utterly despise him.
Alas, despise him you did. That wasn't going to change anytime soon— not even with his body so closely pressed against yours, smelling so fucking enticing, muscles rippled underneath his thin black t-shirt— if anything it only made you hate him even more for making you feel... whatever you're feeling right now, when all you wanted to do was punch his stupid face and take back your key with force.
Your eyes shift away from his gaze, and he notices how your demeanor seems almost uncomfortable with the way things are going right now— he knows your aren't the same as before, and he also knows it's his fault that you aren't. Time hasn't healed anything; it seems to have only made things worse, in any case, for the both of you.
He takes a step back and hands you the key, effortlessly in defeat although you've done nothing to put up any sort of fight. Your brows quirk in confusion to see how easily he's ceased his torment, when typically Osamu could go on for hours on end.
