◤ "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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Was it too late to change your mind?
You had three whole days to ponder on whether or not you really wanted to subject your sanity to this type of torment, but you continuously reminded yourself that despite the circumstances, this was actually an amazing opportunity that was too important to pass up on. When would you ever get another chance to learn from a world renowned chef like Nakamura Kenji? You couldn't miss out on an experience like this, even if it meant spending an entire weekend in roppongi with Osamu.
Still, you couldn't avoid the elephant of this situation— it was heavy, practically squeezing the air from your lungs as it sat on your chest with increasing pressure; the kiss.
The kiss that was never supposed to happen.
You still couldn't wrap your head around it. You've managed to avoid Osamu as much as possible these past three days but now, there would be no where for you to run; trapped in Roppongi with your worst enemy, who also happens to be a very good kisser.
It pained you to relieve that scenario, the one where he slotted himself between your legs that sat atop the kitchen counter— his erection that pressed against your core, creating an insatiable desire to find out just exactly what he was packing underneath those tight slacks of his.
