◤ "𝑶𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆?
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆."◢
↳ The one where y/n can't stand
Osamu Miya, the owner of the Onigiri shop next door that's...
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"You've gotta be kidding me."
If there was ever a moment you had desired to jump to your doom, this would be the time you'd decide to actually go through with it.
The room was decorated with freshly picked rose petals scattered across the floor, leading up to a king-sized mattress adorned with cream colored satin sheets. A beautiful arrangement of flowers perched delicately inside of a crystalline vase (that probably cost more than your entire life savings), sat upon a small cherrywood table with a note reading:
'Welcome, guests. Please enjoy your stay in our luxurious honeymoon suite!'
"Is there a reason why you decided to book the honeymoon suite for a trip that was supposed to include your brother?" You couldn't hide the disgust on your face even if you wanted to.
"No! I-I didn't, it was Atsumu who booked it!" Osamu sputters each word out, embarrassed as he attempts to pick his jaw up off the floor.
"I always knew he was a pervert— but not like this..." you retort, though it becomes more and more clear from the look of sheer panic in his face, that this wasn't the room Osamu had expected to walk into either.
