My Favorite Assistant (Miya Osamu)

5

I've dated once in my life before, so I've experienced closeness I guess.

It's just that I never experienced that sort of closeness, ever. So I became extremely fidgety, mostly holding a big, fat grudge towards Miya-san. And in order to express that, I was sitting on one of the stools in the kitchen, whilst staring at the empty-spaced wall where he pushed me against around ten minutes ago in absolute distaste. Except the way I was sitting was in a way where my back was facing him. Because I didn't want to look at his face.

Actually, he didn't speak to me either, only hearing him hum a song to himself noiselessly whilst preparing the orders. At that moment too, I was eating my lunch he had given me. And it seemed no matter how much I tried to relish the onigiri in my hands, I always received this aftertaste of what felt like I was just bitten by a dog.

Then there was also my spine. Still hurts a little badly from the previous events since I was attempting to edge away from Miya-san's smothering as far as possible in this strange arch-shape yoga trick. Quite similar to a Chinese contortionist if I had to describe my position at the time, but it unfortunately caused me to strain my back muscles.

Now every so often, while I'm taking small bites of my food, I'd hit the area softly with my fist and stretch out – it did make me feel better certainly, however the electrifying memories of why I'm experiencing the aching didn't budge away from my thoughts, that being the most frustrating part.

There weren't any opinions I had for Miya Osamu anymore, other than him having inappropriate behaviour towards his kouhai/employees. That's why I came to the new final conclusion that he's definitely not a good man. Rather, he's shameless and doesn't know when to stop his weird gestures to a woman he clearly doesn't know about enough.

Where did I go wrong I wonder? God, why me I wonder?

Just when I thought he was actually a kind-hearted and reliable guy for saving me over there from that misogynistic customer, Miya-san remarkably manages to ruin the moment!

It was as if after every good deed he does, he has to make sure to do a bad one too – he has to create this balance by doing a good thing and an equally bad thing. Therefore I can't seem to understand if he truly wants to leave a positive impression of himself or not...

"(L/N). You've been eating that for almost 15 minutes now, do ya usually eat this slowly?" Miya-san asks out of the blue. He then walks to the other side of the kitchen where the large rice cooker was and where he'd also be able to see me sitting.

"..."

"(L/N)?" He repeats.

I'm quite the petty person to be honest, especially at times like this, that is the one thing I know about myself the most. So my primary plans of ignoring and giving this pervert the silent treatment felt very satisfying to me.

It's just the fact that he's still my boss here. And that means I still haven't trained myself to evolve the mental integrity to deliberately cut him out. So, after a long silence I reluctantly urged my mouth to give a vague reply.

I scratch my nose and quietly replied, "...Uh, sorry. I didn't realize I took time."