𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 | Osamu Miya x Reader

Memory lane

"Hmm..." Your eyes are glued to your phone with the GPS on the screen.

The moment you left campus, you hurried back to your place to shower and get dressed. Osamu strictly told you to not get dressed up but you felt too anxious without knowing the reasoning for the surprise. You feel the need to look somewhat decent. So you applied your makeup a bit differently from your natural makeup look and adorn yourself with jewelry on your fingers and ears. You still wear a pair of jeans but you swapped the comfortable graphic tee with a cute blouse and a pair of flats. You even managed to style your hair differently from your every day look.

"You've arrived at your destination." The GPS announces your arrival when you stop in front of a ramen restaurant. Your eyes stare at the restaurant in bewilderment and your mind clicks the moment you realize this is the place Osamu works at. The logo looks exactly like the one on his shirt yesterday.

As you take in the front entrance, you realize that there's already a long line waiting to enter the restaurant. Many of the customers are girls around your age. A few of them are high schoolers and middle aged woman. Kita wasn't lying when he said many of the customers seem to come here for Osamu.

You find that a bit of a stretch though. There has to be someone else in the restaurant with good looks too.

Not wanting to block the foot traffic by standing idly at the front entrance, you turn your heel to wait at the back of the line. But your attention is pulled when you hear the door open and a voice calling out your name.

"Y/N. Why didn't you text me that you were here?" Osamu grabs hold of your hand and there's muffled gasps and squeals from the line. Your eyes glance over to the line and you're painfully aware that there are glares thrown at you. You weakly try to pull away but Osamu squeezes your hand and pulls you inside.

"O-Osamu." Your voice stammers out of your throat as you're pulled.

"Welcome!" You're greeted by several workers when they hear the entrance chime. You bow slightly when you walk past them. Osamu slows his steps down when he lifts a curtain to the side and releases his hold on your hand. You stare at the private dining area with a raised brow. There's a reserved plaque on the table. Turning around, you look at Osamu confused. "Is this reserved for me?"

He nods with a smile. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back." Before leaving, Osamu quickly kisses your lips. He then whispers in your ear, "Didn't I tell you to not dress up? You're going to attract my coworkers looking like that, cutie."

"Ah..." You grow speechless, your cheeks heating up. Osamu dryly chuckles before leaving you alone. He closes the curtains to the private dining room. Turning around, you seat yourself down in one of the chairs. Your eyes take in the traditional decoration of the space.

Beautiful paper lanterns hang on the walls and you're surrounded by bonsai plants. You wonder if the boss has an obsession with them.

You're not left alone for long when Osamu returns with a small plate of onigiri and water. You can't help but snicker at the sight when he places them in front of you. He sits across from you with a curious gaze. "What's so funny?"