Osamu was the owner of the restaurant next door to the company you worked for. The place was famous and had a wonderful reputation. The atmosphere was cozy, and the best part was that the chef there, Osamu, was one of the hottest guys you had ever seen! It was simply worth it to spend your lunch break eating onigiri, and believe me, it was really tasty! The best in the entire province!

It had been a few months since you had been attending the restaurant as a regular customer, the chef's favorite if he could say that, he liked your presence, maybe that was why you used to receive extra dishes that he insisted were 'on the house', you received sweets to take away to eat later without any extra cost, soon this became Osamu's habit, and you simply couldn't help but feel good about it all.

You had heard rumors about Osamu, about how he was a great player during high school, it was almost irresistible for you to want to meet him. That's how you started passing by the restaurant after work when he was already closing the place.

Osamu couldn't do anything less than thank the gods for you appearing in his life, I mean, you ate well and were beautiful, he could watch you doing little dances of delight while tasting the dishes during lunch and that brought smiles to his face, he found you attractive, maybe even too much, he had his eyes on you since he saw you entering the restaurant while fixing your hair and sitting at one of the tables. He wanted so much to be your boyfriend.

This was another one of those tiring days that you hated, going home and making food at that hour seemed like torture, it was then that you noticed the lights on in the restaurant, you opened the door and the bell above you rang, announcing your entrance. "There you were" he thought and smiled softly as he packed some food for the trip and placed it on the counter.

"Are you hungry? It's on the house, have some," he said softly as he prepared some onigiri. "You were out late today, did something happen?"