◤ "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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"Come with me to Roppongi."
It's been hardly but a full, absolutely grueling week since the two of you have been working together, and Osamu still seems to think that he has the right to make demands of you— it's not as if he hasn't been doing it enough since you agreed to sign the contract, but this? Roppongi? With him?
Was he out of his fucking mind? You'd rather travel to the deepest pits of hell than go anywhere with him, especially to Roppongi— you love it there, and that's what you're afraid of. God forbid Osamu ruins it for you with his incessant need to make your life miserable with each disappointing breath he takes.
"And why on earth would I choose to torment myself like that?" You ask, brow cocked and full of sass— wondering what kind of scheme this idiot was up to.
"Because I was kindenough to add you as my plus one for a very exclusive culinary workshop with Chef Nakamura." He says, matter-of-factly.
Your mouth parts ever so slightly in shock— Nakamura Kenji was one of the most talented, successful Chefs in Japan... how Osamu managed to score an invitation to one of his workshops was beyond believable, but as much as it pained you to admit, maybe a trip to Roppingi with the devil himself would be worth it for this kind of experience.
