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宮治. Kanji for 'Miya Osamu'.
An ex-volleyball player and the owner of Onigiri Miya, a shop located in the center of Hyogo.
Choi (y/n), the sister of master chocolatier and baker Tendo Satori, former...
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La Vie en Rose by Édith Piaf is superior.
Reader POV
"You're going to a drive-in theatre with Osamu?!" Rika and Riko said at the same time. "After the festival or before?"
I shrugged. "I have no idea."
The twins looked at each other and smirked. "Okay, honey. Do you know the infamous backseat code?"
"The what?"
"You know, the thing they say when they want to do the dirty?" Riko batted her eyes innocently.
I cringed. "What?! Why would you fuck in a car!?"
"People are strange," Rika shrugged. "But we need to get you ready-"
"No need."
"Eh?"
I looked at them with confusion. "It's just an outing. There's no need for me to dress up for anyone."
"But don't you want to look nice-"
"I'm going to stop you right there," I said sternly. "I think you guys have a 50's mindset where women are expected to dress up for men so they can enjoy whatever the fuck they would put on. Sorry, but I'm not about that."
The two sighed. "That's not what we were saying, (y/n). We were just saying that you should at least make yourself look presentable for the festival since Miya Onigiri always participates in the festival as a booth."
"So? Tendo Chocolates will also be at the festival-"
"But you'll have one of your workers at the booth managing it while you and Mr. Miya go have fun."
I sighed. "I don't want to have fun. I just want to get the night over with so I can prepare myself for the international competition."
"She's hopeless," Rika sighed. "But whatever."
I looked over at the yakuta on the hanger. "But I don't think I'll pass up the opportunity to wear a yakuta again."
Around 5 pm, there was a knock on my door.
I opened it to reveal Osamu.
He was dressed up in a male yakuta, holding a set of car keys with a sleek black car behind him.
"The festival is only a block away, but we gotta stop at my store to pick up another shipment of food to sell."
I nodded and he stopped me. "What?"
"You're missing something," he said.
"Huh? I am?"
He leaned over my head and placed a charm in my hair that had the kanji character for love. 愛
"Why are you giving me this?" I asked him.
He sighed. "You're a smart person, (y/n). I'm sure you can figure that out for yourself."
