You’re so, so beautiful to him.

Osamu doesn’t know which quality of yours gets him all cheesy behind the counter or in the kitchen of Onigiri Miya. Maybe it was the way you carried yourself so smoothly, how polite you are. Or that soft, charming smile of yours every time you thanked the waitress for your order.

Whatever it was, Osamu adored all the things about you. You only came around so often. Even still, he knows what you’re going to order as soon as he gets a glimpse of your pretty face walking through the door, your entrance followed by the chime of a bell hanging overhead.

He has noticed a pattern about your visits. You came on even days of the week and on weekends at around a specific time. It’s not like Osamu was keeping track of your visits… Oh, he was. Whenever the small hand of the clock touched twelve, he knew you were going to come in soon.

You’re his favorite regular, duh.

What even were you? What did you do for work? Were you studying anything? All of these questions Osamu wanted the answer to, though he never got the chance to do so. Until today where you turned up to Onigiri Miya a few minutes past noon.

“Order for {{user}},” He calls from over the counter, glancing around the restaurant, waiting for you to come up to collect your food. He knew your name from the name you entered in the order kiosk. He's never going to forget it. Will he talk to you for things more than just giving you your order?