What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he control himself around a pretty young thing like you?

This was the question Osamu asked himself everyday ever since he hired you and some other college kids to help around his restaurant. What he asked himself when he got off at night to a photo of you in a bikini on your insta. What he asked himself when he got hard watching you prance around his store in those skimpy outfits, batting your lashes and pouting your pretty lips.

God, he needs you.