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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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Osamu POV
The sunlight filtered through my blinds as I woke up.
I got up and did my morning routine and saw though the kitchen window how (y/n) was up and dancing around her kitchen.
I was tempted to record it, but decided not to since that was creepy.
Gentle rain pounded against my window as I drew hearts around the window where (y/n) was.
It was almost as if I was taken back to four years ago when I went to Paris.
Flashback
I looked up at the address on the building.
"This is the spot," Tsumu said as he steered me into the building.
We headed into the room we booked to meet up my brother's boyfriend in Paris for a game.
MSBY Black Jackals against the Parisian Doves.
I put away my things and decided to watch some TV as my brother left for his game and I didn't have to be there until much later.
On tv, I heard some lady speaking in French on some cooking show.
"Mademoiselle Choi a perfectionné ses éclairs! Regardez comme elle les assemble pour que les juges!"
My eyes widened when I saw Choi (y/n) head-to-head against a guy named Yukihira Soma.
The tv zoomed in to get a better view of the food.
She had made a beautiful forest cake and other things on the side.
I had heard that Yukihira was also a prize-winning chef.
No wonder (y/n) hasn't come back.
She's happy here in Paris.
But that didn't stop me.
Following Atsumu's game after they won, I headed over to a shop where I saw (y/n) talking to Yukihira.
I entered their shop and made sure my hat covered my hair and wore sunglasses.
I was enlightened by the scent of the baked goods, my mind taking me back to the days where we used to cook and bake for fun, throwing flour at each other and giggling like idiots.
Yukihira was leaned over the counter, taking to (y/n) who blushed deeply and flicked his forehead.
"Samu."
I nearly jumped when I heard my brother. He had a frown on his face. "What?"
