chef!osamu miya rivals with baker!reader
Osamu peeked over to glare through the window of his restaurant. His eyes were basically assaulted by the bright lights of the newly opened bakery right across the street. He cuts the green onions much more aggressively than it needs, eyes still glued to the customers looking over to the bakery in awe before going in.
It was hard enough to compete with other restaurants along the place, and now another food business decides to join the game. He huffs, throwing in the freshly cut green onions into a small bowl before taking carrots this time.
But really, it's not much of a problem for Osamu. His restaurant goes off really well, he gets regular customers and his place was usually packed with people. The only issue he should be facing right now is how to expand the area of his restaurant to take in more people, that should be the only thing he's worrying about.
A hiss left his lips as a stinging sensation bloomed on the tip of his finger, the smallest streak of blood surfacing. He finally tore his eyes away from the window and focused on washing his hands.
But that's not the case.
After cleaning the small cut, Osamu's eyes naturally found its way back to the window, face turning gloom when he sees a very familiar figure skipping over to the door of his restaurant.
Because his currently problem is you.
He basically jumped over the counter, running for the door. Osamu has attempted locking it but you had already opened it to an inch. There were small grunts as you tried to push your way in, all the while he tries to push the door back close.
“This is discrimination!” You protested, pushing the door back with all your weight. You scowled at him through the glass panel of the door. “The sign says open!”
Osamu wasn't amused, glaring back at you. With a final push, he closed the door and locked you off outside. With a free hand and a groan, he flips the sign to 'close.'
It was very amusing to see you stomp your feet outside and cursing at him out the streets.
“Open this door right now, Miya!” You demanded, horribly provoked by his smug face behind the glass pane of the door. Far off, a very concerned mother pulled his son closer as they briskly walked past you. “Is this how Onigiri Miya treats their costumers?”
“Onigiri Miya closes at 10.” Osamu deadpans, raising an eyebrow. His voice slightly muffled, having him right inside the restaurant. “It's 10:30, go home.”
“You left the sign to 'open', that's like—” You threw your hands up in irritation, in loss of words. “False alarm! What are you gonna do if a real customer actually comes in because of that damned sign?”
Osamu can only look at you in distaste with his arms crossed. Looking at his problem. He can have a lot of business rivals, he won't give a damn because he can easily throw them off.
He watch as you finally give up, crossing the street once again. You got inside your bakery, and after a few moments, the bright lights finally flashed closed, plunging the whole street into the moonlight.
But you?
You were his ex.
An ex demanding for an explanation on why she got ghosted. An ex turned business rival.
He runs a hand through his face, gulping hard as he walked back into the kitchen to clean up.
And weirdly enough, as much as he hates to say it out loud, he wants you back.
this is hella ass. didnt proofread and no creativity. if this goes well, ill probably turn it into a short series. luv u all♡
