◤ "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 bitter, yet invitingly warm scent of freshly brewed coffee tickled your nose as you hazily opened your eyes. Time moved slowly as you sat up, your head pounding and dizzy as you catch sight of the bright morning sunlight streaming through the curtains. You groan, running your hands along the side of your head as you wince in pain from the hangover you've been expecting since you left the bar last night.
Glancing around the room, you notice that Osamu's visibly out of sight— only the sound of the shower running indicates his whereabouts. Next to you on the bed there's a tray of assorted breakfast items, accompanied by the steaming cup of coffee that you had smelled earlier.
Taking the mug into your hands, you fiddle with the rim as you recall what had transpired last night; the argument with Osamu in your drunken stupor wasn't exactly how you intended to end your evening, though you figured it would have been unavoidable— your deep rooted feelings were becoming far too complicated for your liking. Still, the words you said were harsh, and upon reflection you knew an apology was in order, especially if you planned on staying the rest of the weekend here.
Fully intending on leaving in the morning was at the forefront of your mind last night, that was until Osamu confessed to you that he actually wanted you to stay. Maybe he was just being nice, but whatever the reason behind his words, it quickly changed your mind faster than you'd ever admit.
