Osamu likes your company. You come by every day after your work shift and just sit with him while he makes onigiri for the regulars.

He enjoys this little routine well enough, but there's always one thing he could do without.

He sulks, grumbling his way through a misshapen onigiri as he wraps the seaweed around it. He can't focus on anything but the fact that you had a guy flirting with you only moments before.

He isn't exactly seeing reason, he's just trying not to snap.