◤ "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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Did it even surprise you to find that Osamu was already in your kitchen, making himself feel perfectly at home as he acquainted himself with every square inch of your space. The nerve of this guy...
"I thought we discussed boundaries, Miya. This is still my kitchen, don't think you can just waltz in here whenever you feel like it." You gripe, hastily attempting to shove him back through the other side of the door to his own kitchen, but it proved to be useless— pushing a 6'2, 180 pound man made of pure muscle was much harder than it seemed.
"Hey, keep your grubby hands to yourself." He snarks, otherwise ignoring your feeble attempt to get him out of your sight.
You huff in annoyance, prepared to let him have a piece of your mind, until Kaito appears from Osamu's side of the building adorning a bright and eager smile on his face.
"Okay Mr. Miya, I did what you asked." Kaito beams proudly.
"Thanks kid." Osamu praises the teen, ruffling his fluffy brown hair as a way to emphasize a job well done.
"Now you're ordering around my employees? I don't remember reading that in the contract." You spit, truly having enough of Osamu's means of domination over your side of the newly joint business— just as you knew he would.
