◤ "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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"Ay, y/n— you even listening to me?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah— I'm listening."
Your fingers curled tightly around the wine glass before taking another sip, as you told your little white lie. You definitely hadn't been listening— no matter how hard you tried to stay focused, the wine combined with miserably distracting thoughts, had your mind drifting else where.
"Then what did I just say?" He asks condescendingly, thick brow cocked as he waits for your response.
"Uh— well..."
"Right, just like I thought." He responds smugly, preparing to lecture you once more about how important it is to take this seriously— that he was doing you a favor and you should appreciate his time and effort. Maybe he was right, but you couldn't help but wonder how it was just so easy for him to go on acting like nothing ever happened between the two of you.
Why was it so hard for you to move on, while Osamu couldn't seem to care less?
"Okay, so what I was saying— you payin' attention now?"
"Yes, sir." You spit sarcastically, taking another sip of the deliciously sweet wine. The alcohol stains your lips— you carefully dab off the remnants left behind with a napkin, unaware of how Osamu can't seem to take his eyes off the way your lips glisten in the afterglow.
