"mom, i'm off to deliver my cookies!" y/n announced from the front yard, placing the boxes of cookies in the basket of her bike.
her mom peeked from the door, holding a spatula, "be careful! and remember to be home by lunch." she reminded her daughter.
y/n smiled and nodded at her mom, she jumped over her bike and sat on the seat. balancing the bike with one foot while locking the helmet that she wore on her head.
she delivered her orders one by one, normally she'd have taken the train but since the customers in this batch lived near her neighborhood, she used a more convenient way of transportation instead.
"okay, last one," she muttered to herself, parking her bike beside the gate. the house was big, the type that only rich people could afford. she wondered why upperclassmen would want to buy 'mediocre' cookies from her.
"itoshi rie..." she mumbled, the pressure of her index finger against the doorbell increased as she made herself familiar with the surname.
and as soon as her hand broke contact with the buzzer, the gate opened, revealing her most dreaded person in the world.
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the second time around | itoshi rin
Fanfictionafter a harsh rejection from itoshi rin, you were sure you got rid of any lingering feelings toward him. but when your baking business blooms and his mom becomes one of your top customers, how can you sever the ties that connect the two of you? will...