#drabbleeeee timeeee

"Uh, 'scuse me?"

A light tap on your forearm rouses you from your slumber. Suddenly, you're hit with the smell of food, the chatter of diners, and the sight of the gorgeous man you've been harboring a little crush on.

(Why else have you ditched your convenience store onigiri forever?)

"Are ya alright? Need anything?"

"You," you joke absentmindedly, stifling a yawn. 

… 

Wait.

"No! Your food! I meant your food!"

At that, Osamu barks out a laugh and gently slides your dish towards you.

"Is that so? No wonder ya love my counter seats so much."

"Your onigiri!"

"No take-backs!"