A Reason for Being

18. Eh, I got bored

It's almost like tradition, going to Miya's every time Y/N needed a breather. The delicious food and the men to match always helped her clear her head. She stumbled into the golden restaurant many years ago.

During its grand opening, she was sent an invitation to attend. Hearing great things about the chef, she went to the party. Two things Y/N loves in this world, fashion, and food. The entire restaurant was packed with celebrities and high-class individuals. Usually, luxury restaurants are too presumptuous for her liking, but Miya's was surprisingly a breath of fresh air. Beauty and elegance flooded the multistory restaurant. Even still, everyone was treated equally by the owners, from the wait staff, the valet, to the overzealous billionaires having dinner.

Haiba Alisa was the first face she saw when she entered Miya's for the first time. "Oh my, L/N, Y/N, it's you! I am a big fan." The hostess excitedly said. Y/N's name is quite recognizable. But most of the time, her face can blend into the norm. So she is always taken aback by someone knowing who she is by her face. "Be a model for me, then." Y/N bluntly replied, admiring the long legs and the green eyes standing in front of her. "Maybe one day," Alisa responded, "For now, I have to run this restaurant! Enjoy your meal. Chef Miya will come and greet everyone, so be on the lookout."

"You seriously can't be the chef." Y/N looked at the blonde-haired man greeting every table individually, telling everyone, "welcome to my restaurant."

"And why not?" The man crossed his arms and pouted.

"Because a chef wouldn't be wearing Tom Ford while cooking." She eyed the man head to toe, admitting he was attractive and well dressed. His attire was black, with this suit jacket sprinkled with sequins on it. A fashionable man with expensive taste. Y/N has met many chefs at grand openings just like these, and they always wear the same white shirt with pasta sauce stain and those horrid nonslip shoes.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He shrugged, pulling out the seat next to her, "But cooking is easy. Anyone can do it. I mean, look at me, darlin'. I can assure you I am good at everything". He winked.

Y/N's weakness has always been a confident man with a tailored suit. "I'm Atsumu." He flirtatiously leaned forward on the table, placing his chin on the palm of his hand. "The person you are looking for is Miya Osamu. He's the chef. I'll introduce you, or we can skip all of that, and I can show you why I am the better twin."

His eyes, large and filled with mischief, as he softly swiped this tongue through his lips, through the permanent smirk on his face. Leaning forwards to match his stance, Y/N responds, "Even after this delicious meal, I am still quite ravenous." Reaching for his suede necktie, pulling him closer to her, until their faces were centimeters apart, blocked by the glass table in between them. "For dessert, I'll have you, Atsumu."

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Almost five years later, Y/N continues to return to the golden building. Not sure if it's the food or the dessert she likes most. Both are exceptional.

Since their trip was abrupt, they had to scramble somewhere to stay. Yachi offered to have them stay at her mom's place, but Y/N kindly declined. Rin and Samu love bringing stray dogs into their home, so Y/N considered staying at the Suna Manor. It's large enough that she wouldn't run into anyone, but it is a little ways away from the city.

Y/N doesn't usually like to use her name to get special treatment. But using it to find a suite to stay in on a Friday night is an exception.

"Why do we have to dress up, for dinner Y/N?" Yachi asks as the two of them find their way to the clothing store after checking in.