Being the Atsumu Miya’s twin, he himself wasn’t unpopular among the city his little onigiri shop was located in, he’d often have paparazzi waiting for him to open up the shop, they hoped Atsumu was about to show up, it was a routine, but it brought up more customers, so Osamu wasn’t about to complain.

He never gave the paparazzi any attention, why should he? They’re not here for him, so he went back to working, he then saw his brother walk in, hand in hand with one of his so many girlfriends, gosh. When would he grow up and notice that what he is doing is wrong. Osamu looked the girl up and down

“Hey Tsumu.” He spoke, looking back down to the counter where he was preparing onigiri for the day “What are you doing here?” He asked, he was interested in who this new girl by his brothers side was, she looked so shy, but kind, like she could make a good friend.

“Who did you bring with you?” Osamu asked his brother as he looked up, his hand almost massaging the rice, his biceps flexing through his usually oversized shirt, his eyes uncontrollably kept moving to you, you looked so… so… so undeniably pretty, like an eye candy, or, eye onigiri, like he liked to call it.