ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔇𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔪

|BRIEF NOTE: Osamu was in prison for about ten years: When he got out he was 28 y.o|

~TWO YEARS LATER~

"Welcome to Onigiri Chō! How can I help ya?" Osamu asked, sliding in front of the register and smiling warmly. His dark brown hair was held back from falling over his eyes by a black baseball hat. He had a black t-shirt and blue jeans on as well, with a beige apron tied around his waist. A pair of black compression sleeves hugged his arms.

In the upper corner by the menus was a TV playing the most recent volleyball match, The MSBY Jackals versus the Schweiden Adlers. The national volleyball teams hadn't started playing so the season was probably going to start late this year.

The girl before him blushed as she gave him the order. Osamu handed her an order number which she took, looking a bit flustered while she made her way over to the waiting area.

Osamu looked around the shop.

Tables against the windows and walls with wicker chairs. It was fairly full today since it was late afternoon and people were getting out of class or taking a delayed lunch break.

"Hey, Sato!" Osamu called out. "Put an extra seasoned onigiri in that last order," he said, glancing back at the woman who quickly looked away, embarrassed she had been caught staring.

"Seriously?" The man asked. Sato was a young guy, maybe twenty or so, with bleached hair and dark roots. He wasn't taller than Osamu and was lean and slim.

Osamu had gotten jacked in prison and made sure to work out nearly every day.

It cleared his mind. Distracted him.

Making onigiri did the same thing.

Osamu pulled on fresh gloves and rolled the sticky rice into a ball before shaping it and passing it to Sato.

"Oh, yeah, mind if I take the day off tomorrow?" Sato asked. Osamu glanced up briefly.

"Why?"

"My mother and brother are visiting me and I was hoping to show them around."

Osamu paused his hands.

He stared at the rice.

The neatly stacked sheets of dried seaweed.

"Yeah, of course. But yer workin' double Saturday, punk," Osamu replied, smirking at the college student. Sato grumbled a thanks.

Onigiri Chō had gained some popularity once Sakusa started coming in to visit Osamu. He brought his teammates with reluctance, which earned the place a big name. It became a popular place for teams visiting Japan to hang around.

It was crowded every day and was closed on Mondays. It had several regulars who Osamu had grown fond of.

His dream had come true.

The bell ran softly, bleeding through the noise of the crowd. Osamu glanced at the door.

His eyes widened.

"Oh my gosh, it players from the national team," someone murmured.

"What?"

"The volleyball team, idiot."