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The Pastry Shop Girl- Part 1: Enemies

Credit to the artist who created this picture, whoever you are, this is simply amazing!

Timeskip Miya Osamu x Reader; (minor) Timeskip Miya Atsumu x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: grammar mistakes

Keywords: enemies to lovers, dare, challenge

A short description: Dear reader, take my hand as we dive into the drama of the year! Miya Osamu, a semi-popular restaurant owner decided to have a one-sided beef with the daughter of the neighbouring pastry shop, who happens to be a polyglot, hence attracting his potential foreign customers there. So what should he do now? Call the devil, aka Miya Atsumu, who lives for a good challenge. What would happen now?

A quote from the fanfiction:

"When imagining his future, seducing an uninterested woman—whom he didn’t even love—just to lessen the competition for his brother’s onigiri shop was never part of the plan.

However, after hearing how desperate Osamu had become, he knew he had to help.

It was an ugly job—but only he could do it.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit "Call."

But the owner of Onigiri Miya was too busy to pick up, making the faux blond groan in frustration. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and headed to the gym. His thoughts, however, still lingered on the woman from the pastry shop. She wasn’t his type—not even close—but there was something genuine about her. Her intelligence and creativity were admirable, too."

Miya Atsumu- setter of MSBY Black Jackals had no idea-honestly- why he was standing in line just to try the famous mango-rice pie- which was a new item at the L/N pastry shop. The dessert was too sweet for his taste and definitely lacked any health benefits, because let’s face it: it was a pure sugary sweet with mango and rice. Not something a professional volleyball player would eat. But there he was with his signature lazy smirk, eyeing the busy girl behind the table, who kept a straight face on, but she couldn’t hide the dark circles under her eyes- not even with concealer.

-I hope the dessert is as sweet as you are. –He said with a winkcringing inside at the tacky pickup line

Y/n didn’t even reply, just rolled her eyes and handed him the dessert.

-Here you go. 525 yen. How would you like to pay?

-Card please. May I ask for your number?

Y/n had no idea how did this happen...

It had all started about a week ago, during the early morning rush, when a handsome blond man—almost celebrity-like—appeared out of nowhere and bought a ton of desserts, from the house specialty to the most neglected items on the menu. Then, he winked at the young woman.

At first, she ignored him. After all, plenty of men had tried to romance her—some with charming, others with painfully awkward pickup lines, love confessions, and even gifts.

But Y/N remained persistent.

Now, a week later, Atsumu had become a daily fixture in her life: wake up early, bake something delightful, start the day, try to ignore Atsumu’s compliments, go to school, study, do homework, sleep, repeat...

But maybe the faux blonde was just a tad bit more stubborn than the young woman.

-My favourite, please.

-And it is...?

-Whatever your hands bless me with.

“A slap in the face might be it?” Y/n thought and handed him a powdery rose delight. It was a Turkish recipe, she had learnt from a woman who moved here from Istanbul seven years ago.

Atsumu tried to pester the woman furthermore, but the customers have been waiting in line, so he exited with another playful wink aimed at Y/n.

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When imagining his future, seducing an uninterested woman—whom he didn’t even love—just to lessen the competition for his brother’s onigiri shop was never part of the plan.

However, after hearing how desperate Osamu had become, he knew he had to help.

It was an ugly job—but only he could do it.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit "Call."

But the owner of Onigiri Miya was too busy to pick up, making the faux blond groan in frustration. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and headed to the gym.

His thoughts, however, still lingered on the woman from the pastry shop. She wasn’t his type—not even close—but there was something genuine about her. Her intelligence and creativity were admirable, too.

He shrugged, and the thoughts slipped away.

Meanwhile, at the onigiri restaurant, Osamu was busier than ever. As his repertoire grew, more and more people came to experience the taste of authentic Japanese cuisine.

His language skills had slightly improved, though he was still far from his goal. Most of the foreign customers still opted for the neighboring pastry shop, making the man even more frustrated.

„Why…stupid Tsumu is not doing anything. The woman still won’t date him, she is there, in the pastry shop, managing everything with an ease. Of course she only works till what… 1 pm at max? It’s easy to handle the baking and serving customers when one has the rest of the day off to rest.”

He sighed and went back to work, greeting yet another customer, who was curious of the new onigiri he had worked on.

-I put umeboshi in too, but you’ll barely taste it. With the chicken, mayo, and crushed boiled egg... it’s divine,-he reassured a pregnant woman, who had come in craving something salty, sweet, and light.

Osamu had crafted something just for her based on that craving—and the result was… not as bad as he’d expected.

A small smile adorned his face as he watched the expecting lady waddle out of his restaurant. The future is here, he thought. But his happiness only lasted so long till he glanced at the queue forming in front of L/n pastry shop. A bunch of foreigners were buzzing with excitement, not even sparing a glance at the onigiri restaurant. If Osamu was more brave, he would’ve said something. He would’ve at least tried to convince those people to come and have a taste. But the man was not like that.

„Stupid girl. For how long would she ruin my business?” He fumed, but kept smiling.

„It’s time Tsumu finally steps up” Osamu thought and started to type a message.

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Tobirama's Right Hand- Headcanons- Part 1

·  Tobirama looks at you as if you were one of his scrolls—his sharp scarlet eyes searching for any flaw you might have, any mistake you might make. He is a careful observer and a perfectionist by nature.

·  The mighty Senju didn’t want to admit that he needed help. Protecting the village, going on missions, building diplomatic relationships in the newly established village, keeping up with his inventions plus paperwork—it was all too much, even for him, despite his insane work schedule. He was in desperate need of a helping hand.

·  You came from a prestigious clan, with powerful jutsus in your arsenal. You fought alongside your family and relatives. While you’ve won many battles, death didn’t spare you—you’ve lost many loved ones. These unfortunate events made you realize that you, too, long for peace.

After hearing Hashirama’s offer, and vision about this place called Konoha, your family decided to settle there- hence you were one of the first residents of the village. The older Senju was overjoyed, greeting each settler with a beaming face, while the younger one kept a straight face on, as if he was trying to read everyone’s thoughts.

As the days passed, you began to wonder about your future. Though the peace was fragile, it was real—filled with pleasantries you could never have imagined. The villagers' faces were adorned with smiles, and the overall aura of the place was calming. After all, it was a breathtakingly beautiful settlement. Soon, foreign merchants began to appear with their goods, and the locals started exchanging their own products. It felt like the calm after a storm.

 Speaking of storms… the younger Senju—the one with white hair and flaming red eyes—was marching through the market with scrolls in his hands, likely diplomatic letters from future settlers. His eyes darted furiously around, scanning the crowd. You quickly stepped aside—not wanting to risk standing in the way of an angry Senju—and continued on with your day.

You bought the items you needed and returned to the house you had purchased for yourself. Though it was uncommon for a maiden to leave her family home, you longed for freedom, and your parents had agreed. After all, it was a new beginning.

 You soon became friends with the other new residents—the shared past of horrors and bloodshed forged those bonds quickly—and within a few months, you found a good friend: the First Hokage’s wife, who, despite her position, treated everyone equally.

Soon, those little chit-chats turned into full-blown conversations about anything and everything, and your heart swelled with joy each time you caught sight of her familiar red mane.

 Mito frequently invited you to her home to ease the loneliness that had begun to settle in her heart due to her husband’s demanding job as the leader and heart of the village. He rarely had enough time, but upon the rare occasions he was at home he made sure to treat his wife like a goddess. Sometimes his younger brother also visited bringing paperwork with himself. He was quiet most of the time, but when he spoke all eyes were on him. Tobirama’s voice was strong, booming almost when he was talking about politics or war, but softened significantly when he absentmindedly recalled some memories from his childhood.

You quickly picked up on his schedule: he worked late on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, so he typically visited on Wednesdays and Sundays. You also noticed the dark circles under his eyes—clear signs of sleepless nights. His lips were chapped from neglecting basic self-care, and his entire body seemed tense, as if it had forgotten how to relax.

 You weren’t friends, not really. He was merely an acquaintance—a relative of a friend—but he was also the Hokage’s right hand. Hashirama had help: Tobirama.But who helped Tobirama?

Maybe you could help? You contemplated in silence, when you started to feel someone’s gaze on you. It was Mito’s dark blue orbs looking at you questioningly, like she was asking: „What’s on your mind, Y/n?” You shook your head at Mito, signing that everything was fine. But then you felt another pair of eyes observing you. They were red.

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The Pastry Shop Girl- Prologue 2

Credit to the artist who created this picture, whoever you are, this is simply amazing!

Timeskip Miya Osamu x Reader; (minor) Timeskip Miya Atsumu x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: grammar mistakes

Keywords: enemies to lovers, dare, challenge

A short description: Dear reader, take my hand as we dive into the drama of the year! Miya Osamu, a semi-popular restaurant owner decided to have a one-sided beef with the daughter of the neighbouring pastry shop, who happens to be a polyglot, hence attracting his potential foreign customers there. So what should he do now? Call the devil, aka Miya Atsumu, who lives for a good challenge. What would happen now?

A quote from the fanfiction:

"Present day Y/n was no different: her nose was  in books all the time, testing language learning apps, attending university and working at her parents’ pastry shop while maintaining a relatively healthy social life with friends and the occasional boyfriend as well. Speaking of boyfriends—unfortunately, none of them stayed for longer than a few months. They simply couldn’t keep up with the ever-busy girl. The lucky thing was that her heart had never truly been broken; whenever sadness threatened to take hold, she simply made herself busier.

But apparently, she wasn’t that busy—at least not busy enough to avoid the neighborhood gossip. A new guy had bought the shop opposite her parents’ and planned to open a restaurant there. His name was Miya Osamu, supposedly the brother of some famous athlete or something."

A/n: Thank you for taking your time to vote about the future partner of Y/n. The majority of you wanted Osamu, so that's what(who) I serve.

The delicious scent of freshly baked pastry filled the noses of the early morning passerby, who didn’t hesitate to let their most precious organ lead the way to the pastry shop, where L/n Y/n was not lazy, oh no; she got up earlier than anyone, prepared the dough along with the vast variety of fillings, made the bread rolls, in addition to many traditionally Japanese and Western delicacies, so that everyone could find their perfect go to food, or a quick snack for the day. When the Sun appeared on the horizon, she was ready to invite the customers, who politely lined up in front of the building. Many of them were conversing in different languages, quietly- in order to respect the Japanese customs- and were excited to try the famous L/n buns. Said girl welcomed everybody with absolute grace and politeness, smiling effortlessly despite her exhaustion, sometimes she even joked around, earning smiles as the people paid for the mouth-watering deliciousness.

At around noon her mother arrived, taking over Y/n’s shift, who then quickly got ready for school and stayed there till around 7 or 8 pm, depending on the day. Her lectures were interesting as always, but she wouldn’t mind that this was her last semester; the constant early morning shifts and late night study sessions had worn her out, but despite her parents’ suggestion to slow down, Y/n refused. She was aware that their pastry shop was just one of many in Osaka. Nothing special. And that fact terrified her...

Long ago, when Y/n was just a kid, their parents left behind their old lives as corporate workers in order to pursue their long-awaited dream: to own something, to have their own business. At first, they tried getting into the fashion industry, but the rise of fast-fashion stores made it impossible to start their own venture. The months went by, and soon the family almost lived up their savings. That’s when Y/n’s father came up with a life-saving idea: a pastry shop. He and his wife spent the nights making plans, coming up with recipes, and the days were filled with bank errands and contacting influential people who could help them achieve their dream.

Within a year, the pastry shop was established in a bustling part of the city. Y/n’s father invented new recipes, while her mother stuck to the classic Japanese ones. Together, they created a cozy, welcoming little shop. However, there was one problem: neither parent spoke any language other than Japanese.

For a while, this wasn’t a major issue. Back then, Japan was still relatively difficult to visit, and most tourists only aimed to see Tokyo. But that soon changed, and the country began welcoming a wave of curious visitors eager to explore other major cities as well.

With the arrival of foreign tourists, the demand grew significantly. Not being able to speak other languages now meant the risk of losing potential customers—possibly even having to abandon the business or sell it at a low price to a more endeavouring shop owner. Another option was to relocate to a lesser-known part of the city, where only locals lived, but that would also result in a significant financial loss. Either way, the future of the family didn’t seem so bright. They even contemplated to move back to Tokyo, and become corporate slaves again, despite the disadvantages of doing so. Japanese working style-especially in big cities- was not exactly family friendly, and unfortunatelly the L/n family was no exception. There had been days when Y/n hardly saw her parents back in the capital, and as she was just a small child, the young girl almost didn’t recognize them anymore. That lead her father to look for other opportunities such as establishing a business.

However Lady Fortuna finally smiled upon the family when the parents discovered how easily their daughter learnt English in school. She was far ahead of her classmates, and despite her young age, she eaasily corrected even the teachers when they made a mistake. Y/n was both praised and scolded by the teachers, depending on who and how she corrected their linguistic mistakes. She was even sent to national English competitions where she proved her language skills and proudly brought home a gold medal each time. While other children her age chose the playing ground over books any time, Y/n’s world vastly broadened when she glanced at the foreign book section in the library. She picked up Korean at first, followed by Chinese, Thai and then some significant European languages such as Russian, French, German and even Spanish. The young girl absorbed the words, trying her best to pronounce every single one correctly. Her parents saved up for a computer to provide reliable resources for their daughter in her language learning journey.

Soon the parents followed in their daughter’s footsteps and learnt the basics of the languages Y/n had already mastered, and so the cozy little pastry shop welcomed foreigners without language barriers.

Present day Y/n was no different: her nose was  in books all the time, testing language learning apps, attending university and working at her parents’ pastry shop while maintaining a relatively healthy social life with friends and the occasional boyfriend as well. Speaking of boyfriends—unfortunately, none of them stayed for longer than a few months. They simply couldn’t keep up with the ever-busy girl. The lucky thing was that her heart had never truly been broken; whenever sadness threatened to take hold, she simply made herself busier.

But apparently, she wasn’t that busy—at least not busy enough to avoid the neighborhood gossip. A new guy had bought the shop opposite her parents’ and planned to open a restaurant there. His name was Miya Osamu, supposedly the brother of some famous athlete or something.

The old ladies were head over heels for the man, who responded to their kind (and somewhat inappropriate) comments with delicious onigiri. According to him, it was his specialty, though he cooked other types of food as well. His dishes quickly gained enough popularity to keep his business afloat.

But would he be good enough to survive here?

-We’ll see- said Y/n, glaring at the handsome owner of Onigiri Miya, who waved with a friendly smile—directed, of course, at the ladies.

One of them shook her head knowingly, as if she could already see something hidden from everyone else.

-He’s just as hardworking as you are, my dear.

Y/n’s lips curved into a tight smile as she resisted the urge to say what she was really thinking:”No one works as hard as I do.”

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-Knight stories are so fascinating, isn’t that right, Hajime? –Little Y/n beamed at the seven-year old boy, who only grunted in response. His eyebrows were knitted together, as if he was preparing to defend his life.

-I still believe superheroes are better. They save the whole world, not just a whiny little princess.-Was his sole argument.

Y/n shook her head, her lips pulled into a stubborn pout.

-You are wrong Hajime, so wrong. If you save just one person, you can save the whole world.

With that, little Y/n with her tiny hands lifted the giant wooden sword her dad brought her from the theathre he had worked at, pretending to fight against a monster. In her mind she’d already forgotten about the argument that had happened just a few seconds ago and went on to conquer the world.

-Look, Hajime, I’m a knight. That makes you the princess.- She teased, and ran away before the boy could catch her.

-But that was long ago. Remember how you used to pull my hair? All the time, when we were younger? Then your mom had enough and explained how you should treat girls. From that on, you’ve never even looked at me wrong.

Twenty years have passed by so quickly: the childhood they’d spent together was full of stories that no one understood; just them and Tooru- who was part of their little group. Y/n and the taller boy were more similar in nature; both blessed with vivid imagination, creativity and they liked to tease poor Hajime, who was more of a realist even at a young age. While Tooru and Y/n connected more naturally, Hajime was the one who the girl ran to when something bothered her.

-Remember when that boy-what’s his name?- bullied me. He called me toothless when I lost my two front teeth when I was seven. I was so embarrassed, and cried because of him. But you protected me-as always- and you beat the boy up.

Iwaizumi only nodded in response, unsure where this sudden nostalgy would lead.

-I was worried about you. You got yelled at by the teacher, then by your parents too. But your mom told me later how proud she was of you. She just wanted you to learn how to solve problems without aggression.

The sky had slowly turned pitch black. Only the city lights cast long shadows in the room where the two of them sat in comfortable silence.

-I never wanted to see you cry, you know. When you lost your teeth and that boy bullied you, I swear I was about to turn him into pulp—so he’d never say anything bad about you again.

Y/n’s lips curled into a warm smile. Her gaze rested on olive eyes—usually strict and strong—but in her embrace, they softened beautifully.

-I know, Hajime.

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Pro Hero Dabi x birthday Reader - hcs

Your morning starts with radio silence. No texts. No calls. Nothing.

You don’t want to assume anything - Touya’s busy saving lives - but still, you feel the sting.

You trudge into the kitchen of your shared fancy apartment only to find your favorite pastry on the counter with a note: “I got you one of those overpriced sugar buns you like. Happy Birthday, crybaby.”

It’s written in sharpie on a crumpled napkin. But the pastry is fresh. The napkin smells like his cologne. He definitely bought it at dawn and planned this stupid trick.

The man who claims he hates "festivities, crowds, and people in general" somehow organizes a whole party at his hero agency’s private rooftop lounge.

He acts super casual about it. The night before, he just shrugs and says, “I’ll be working late tomorrow. Try not to miss me too much.”

You’re suspicious - he’s smirking more than usual - but you assume it’s just another cryptic Touya thing.

His poor assistant is stressed trying to coordinate balloons, a caterer, and a cake that doesn’t taste like cardboard or look like glitter barfed on it.

Pro Hero Touya’s instructions? “Don’t make it fancy. She hates that crap. But I swear to god if there’s not chocolate, I’m suing and firing you.”

The team hangs streamers, sets up lights, and even orders themed snacks.

Touya texts you he left his jacket in the flat and convinces you to come in his agency to bring it for him. You don’t question it - until the elevator doors open to-

“SURPRISE!”

There are confetti bits everywhere and all the balloons are dark blue and black. Touya's aesthetic, always. There’s music. Someone even got a mini banner that says “Happy Birthday, Y/N!” in blue glitter.

The staff - who clearly all love you - cheer and clap while Dabi stands there looking too proud of himself, arms crossed, like he just stopped a villain attack.

"Surprise, doll. Don’t get all teary-eyed, you’ll short-circuit the lights.”

Your birthday cake is themed like your pro hero boyfriend. It’s black with blue icing. And flames on the sides. The inside is red velvet.

Naturally, your boyfriend splurged on the outrageously extravagant champagne.

Shoto shows up twenty minutes late, carrying a neatly wrapped gift bag. His face is perfectly neutral - as always.

Touya smirks from across the room. “He asked if he could come. Said he couldn’t miss your birthday, doll.”

Shoto gives you a gift (it’s perfectly wrapped and labeled with your full name) and then awkwardly nods at his nii-san. “Nice streamers. Very blue. Fitting. Definitely your style, Touya-nii."

Touya chuckles, nudging you under the chin. “Yeah, yeah, he’s just jealous he didn’t get to pick the colors.”

Shoto shrugs, lips twitching ever so slightly, but keeps his poker face firmly in place. “Just don’t let him light anything on fire, Y/N. Would be a waste of good party supplies.”

Touya laughs and ruffles Shoto’s hair like a proud older brother, and you catch a glimpse of that rare, brotherly warmth between them - even if it’s wrapped in teasing.

Everyone’s cheering, and suddenly Touya clears his throat and taps a fork on a glass. “Alright, alright, shut up. I’m talking.”

The room quiets instantly. He looks at you with that rare, sincere smirk. "Didn’t think I’d ever throw a party in a place like this. But, I guess, when you’re dating someone who makes you give a crap about stuff like birthdays and cupcakes, you do things.” A beat. “You make life better just by being in it. So thanks for everything. And not running away from my messed-up self.”

One of his sidekicks in the back goes, “Awwww.”

Pro Hero Touya glares at them. “I will throw you off this roof.” He continues: “You’ve all probably seen me nearly die at work, but you know what keeps me alive? Her. So give her a round of applause, a raise, and maybe get the hell out in twenty minutes so I can make out with her.”

After everyone finally leaves (or is chased out by Touya), you collapse together on his office couch.

You’re both a little tipsy.

He’s lying halfway on top of you, shirt rumpled, tie missing, smug as ever. “So,” he murmurs, tracing lazy circles on your arm. “Did I outdo myself?”

“You traumatized your coworkers. You nearly set off the fire alarms with that sparkler trick.”

He leans in, voice soft now. “But you smiled. You laughed. That’s all I wanted, doll. You deserve good things. Happy birthday, the love of my goddamn life."

This little set of headcanons was written for my dear friend @doumadono birthday ♥ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABE.

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The Pastry Shop Girl- Prologue 2

Credit to the artist who created this picture, whoever you are, this is simply amazing!

Timeskip Miya Osamu x Reader; (minor) Timeskip Miya Atsumu x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: grammar mistakes

Keywords: enemies to lovers, dare, challenge

A short description: Dear reader, take my hand as we dive into the drama of the year! Miya Osamu, a semi-popular restaurant owner decided to have a one-sided beef with the daughter of the neighbouring pastry shop, who happens to be a polyglot, hence attracting his potential foreign customers there. So what should he do now? Call the devil, aka Miya Atsumu, who lives for a good challenge. What would happen now?

A quote from the fanfiction:

"Present day Y/n was no different: her nose was  in books all the time, testing language learning apps, attending university and working at her parents’ pastry shop while maintaining a relatively healthy social life with friends and the occasional boyfriend as well. Speaking of boyfriends—unfortunately, none of them stayed for longer than a few months. They simply couldn’t keep up with the ever-busy girl. The lucky thing was that her heart had never truly been broken; whenever sadness threatened to take hold, she simply made herself busier.

But apparently, she wasn’t that busy—at least not busy enough to avoid the neighborhood gossip. A new guy had bought the shop opposite her parents’ and planned to open a restaurant there. His name was Miya Osamu, supposedly the brother of some famous athlete or something."

A/n: Thank you for taking your time to vote about the future partner of Y/n. The majority of you wanted Osamu, so that's what(who) I serve.

The delicious scent of freshly baked pastry filled the noses of the early morning passerby, who didn’t hesitate to let their most precious organ lead the way to the pastry shop, where L/n Y/n was not lazy, oh no; she got up earlier than anyone, prepared the dough along with the vast variety of fillings, made the bread rolls, in addition to many traditionally Japanese and Western delicacies, so that everyone could find their perfect go to food, or a quick snack for the day. When the Sun appeared on the horizon, she was ready to invite the customers, who politely lined up in front of the building. Many of them were conversing in different languages, quietly- in order to respect the Japanese customs- and were excited to try the famous L/n buns. Said girl welcomed everybody with absolute grace and politeness, smiling effortlessly despite her exhaustion, sometimes she even joked around, earning smiles as the people paid for the mouth-watering deliciousness.

At around noon her mother arrived, taking over Y/n’s shift, who then quickly got ready for school and stayed there till around 7 or 8 pm, depending on the day. Her lectures were interesting as always, but she wouldn’t mind that this was her last semester; the constant early morning shifts and late night study sessions had worn her out, but despite her parents’ suggestion to slow down, Y/n refused. She was aware that their pastry shop was just one of many in Osaka. Nothing special. And that fact terrified her...

Long ago, when Y/n was just a kid, their parents left behind their old lives as corporate workers in order to pursue their long-awaited dream: to own something, to have their own business. At first, they tried getting into the fashion industry, but the rise of fast-fashion stores made it impossible to start their own venture. The months went by, and soon the family almost lived up their savings. That’s when Y/n’s father came up with a life-saving idea: a pastry shop. He and his wife spent the nights making plans, coming up with recipes, and the days were filled with bank errands and contacting influential people who could help them achieve their dream.

Within a year, the pastry shop was established in a bustling part of the city. Y/n’s father invented new recipes, while her mother stuck to the classic Japanese ones. Together, they created a cozy, welcoming little shop. However, there was one problem: neither parent spoke any language other than Japanese.

For a while, this wasn’t a major issue. Back then, Japan was still relatively difficult to visit, and most tourists only aimed to see Tokyo. But that soon changed, and the country began welcoming a wave of curious visitors eager to explore other major cities as well.

With the arrival of foreign tourists, the demand grew significantly. Not being able to speak other languages now meant the risk of losing potential customers—possibly even having to abandon the business or sell it at a low price to a more endeavouring shop owner. Another option was to relocate to a lesser-known part of the city, where only locals lived, but that would also result in a significant financial loss. Either way, the future of the family didn’t seem so bright. They even contemplated to move back to Tokyo, and become corporate slaves again, despite the disadvantages of doing so. Japanese working style-especially in big cities- was not exactly family friendly, and unfortunatelly the L/n family was no exception. There had been days when Y/n hardly saw her parents back in the capital, and as she was just a small child, the young girl almost didn’t recognize them anymore. That lead her father to look for other opportunities such as establishing a business.

However Lady Fortuna finally smiled upon the family when the parents discovered how easily their daughter learnt English in school. She was far ahead of her classmates, and despite her young age, she eaasily corrected even the teachers when they made a mistake. Y/n was both praised and scolded by the teachers, depending on who and how she corrected their linguistic mistakes. She was even sent to national English competitions where she proved her language skills and proudly brought home a gold medal each time. While other children her age chose the playing ground over books any time, Y/n’s world vastly broadened when she glanced at the foreign book section in the library. She picked up Korean at first, followed by Chinese, Thai and then some significant European languages such as Russian, French, German and even Spanish. The young girl absorbed the words, trying her best to pronounce every single one correctly. Her parents saved up for a computer to provide reliable resources for their daughter in her language learning journey.

Soon the parents followed in their daughter’s footsteps and learnt the basics of the languages Y/n had already mastered, and so the cozy little pastry shop welcomed foreigners without language barriers.

Present day Y/n was no different: her nose was  in books all the time, testing language learning apps, attending university and working at her parents’ pastry shop while maintaining a relatively healthy social life with friends and the occasional boyfriend as well. Speaking of boyfriends—unfortunately, none of them stayed for longer than a few months. They simply couldn’t keep up with the ever-busy girl. The lucky thing was that her heart had never truly been broken; whenever sadness threatened to take hold, she simply made herself busier.

But apparently, she wasn’t that busy—at least not busy enough to avoid the neighborhood gossip. A new guy had bought the shop opposite her parents’ and planned to open a restaurant there. His name was Miya Osamu, supposedly the brother of some famous athlete or something.

The old ladies were head over heels for the man, who responded to their kind (and somewhat inappropriate) comments with delicious onigiri. According to him, it was his specialty, though he cooked other types of food as well. His dishes quickly gained enough popularity to keep his business afloat.

But would he be good enough to survive here?

-We’ll see- said Y/n, glaring at the handsome owner of Onigiri Miya, who waved with a friendly smile—directed, of course, at the ladies.

One of them shook her head knowingly, as if she could already see something hidden from everyone else.

-He’s just as hardworking as you are, my dear.

Y/n’s lips curved into a tight smile as she resisted the urge to say what she was really thinking:”No one works as hard as I do.”

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The Pastry Shop Girl- Prologue 2

Credit to the artist who created this picture, whoever you are, this is simply amazing!

Timeskip Miya Osamu x Reader; (minor) Timeskip Miya Atsumu x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: grammar mistakes

Keywords: enemies to lovers, dare, challenge

A short description: Dear reader, take my hand as we dive into the drama of the year! Miya Osamu, a semi-popular restaurant owner decided to have a one-sided beef with the daughter of the neighbouring pastry shop, who happens to be a polyglot, hence attracting his potential foreign customers there. So what should he do now? Call the devil, aka Miya Atsumu, who lives for a good challenge. What would happen now?

A quote from the fanfiction:

"Present day Y/n was no different: her nose was  in books all the time, testing language learning apps, attending university and working at her parents’ pastry shop while maintaining a relatively healthy social life with friends and the occasional boyfriend as well. Speaking of boyfriends—unfortunately, none of them stayed for longer than a few months. They simply couldn’t keep up with the ever-busy girl. The lucky thing was that her heart had never truly been broken; whenever sadness threatened to take hold, she simply made herself busier.

But apparently, she wasn’t that busy—at least not busy enough to avoid the neighborhood gossip. A new guy had bought the shop opposite her parents’ and planned to open a restaurant there. His name was Miya Osamu, supposedly the brother of some famous athlete or something."

A/n: Thank you for taking your time to vote about the future partner of Y/n. The majority of you wanted Osamu, so that's what(who) I serve.

The delicious scent of freshly baked pastry filled the noses of the early morning passerby, who didn’t hesitate to let their most precious organ lead the way to the pastry shop, where L/n Y/n was not lazy, oh no; she got up earlier than anyone, prepared the dough along with the vast variety of fillings, made the bread rolls, in addition to many traditionally Japanese and Western delicacies, so that everyone could find their perfect go to food, or a quick snack for the day. When the Sun appeared on the horizon, she was ready to invite the customers, who politely lined up in front of the building. Many of them were conversing in different languages, quietly- in order to respect the Japanese customs- and were excited to try the famous L/n buns. Said girl welcomed everybody with absolute grace and politeness, smiling effortlessly despite her exhaustion, sometimes she even joked around, earning smiles as the people paid for the mouth-watering deliciousness.

At around noon her mother arrived, taking over Y/n’s shift, who then quickly got ready for school and stayed there till around 7 or 8 pm, depending on the day. Her lectures were interesting as always, but she wouldn’t mind that this was her last semester; the constant early morning shifts and late night study sessions had worn her out, but despite her parents’ suggestion to slow down, Y/n refused. She was aware that their pastry shop was just one of many in Osaka. Nothing special. And that fact terrified her...

Long ago, when Y/n was just a kid, their parents left behind their old lives as corporate workers in order to pursue their long-awaited dream: to own something, to have their own business. At first, they tried getting into the fashion industry, but the rise of fast-fashion stores made it impossible to start their own venture. The months went by, and soon the family almost lived up their savings. That’s when Y/n’s father came up with a life-saving idea: a pastry shop. He and his wife spent the nights making plans, coming up with recipes, and the days were filled with bank errands and contacting influential people who could help them achieve their dream.

Within a year, the pastry shop was established in a bustling part of the city. Y/n’s father invented new recipes, while her mother stuck to the classic Japanese ones. Together, they created a cozy, welcoming little shop. However, there was one problem: neither parent spoke any language other than Japanese.

For a while, this wasn’t a major issue. Back then, Japan was still relatively difficult to visit, and most tourists only aimed to see Tokyo. But that soon changed, and the country began welcoming a wave of curious visitors eager to explore other major cities as well.

With the arrival of foreign tourists, the demand grew significantly. Not being able to speak other languages now meant the risk of losing potential customers—possibly even having to abandon the business or sell it at a low price to a more endeavouring shop owner. Another option was to relocate to a lesser-known part of the city, where only locals lived, but that would also result in a significant financial loss. Either way, the future of the family didn’t seem so bright. They even contemplated to move back to Tokyo, and become corporate slaves again, despite the disadvantages of doing so. Japanese working style-especially in big cities- was not exactly family friendly, and unfortunatelly the L/n family was no exception. There had been days when Y/n hardly saw her parents back in the capital, and as she was just a small child, the young girl almost didn’t recognize them anymore. That lead her father to look for other opportunities such as establishing a business.

However Lady Fortuna finally smiled upon the family when the parents discovered how easily their daughter learnt English in school. She was far ahead of her classmates, and despite her young age, she eaasily corrected even the teachers when they made a mistake. Y/n was both praised and scolded by the teachers, depending on who and how she corrected their linguistic mistakes. She was even sent to national English competitions where she proved her language skills and proudly brought home a gold medal each time. While other children her age chose the playing ground over books any time, Y/n’s world vastly broadened when she glanced at the foreign book section in the library. She picked up Korean at first, followed by Chinese, Thai and then some significant European languages such as Russian, French, German and even Spanish. The young girl absorbed the words, trying her best to pronounce every single one correctly. Her parents saved up for a computer to provide reliable resources for their daughter in her language learning journey.

Soon the parents followed in their daughter’s footsteps and learnt the basics of the languages Y/n had already mastered, and so the cozy little pastry shop welcomed foreigners without language barriers.

Present day Y/n was no different: her nose was  in books all the time, testing language learning apps, attending university and working at her parents’ pastry shop while maintaining a relatively healthy social life with friends and the occasional boyfriend as well. Speaking of boyfriends—unfortunately, none of them stayed for longer than a few months. They simply couldn’t keep up with the ever-busy girl. The lucky thing was that her heart had never truly been broken; whenever sadness threatened to take hold, she simply made herself busier.

But apparently, she wasn’t that busy—at least not busy enough to avoid the neighborhood gossip. A new guy had bought the shop opposite her parents’ and planned to open a restaurant there. His name was Miya Osamu, supposedly the brother of some famous athlete or something.

The old ladies were head over heels for the man, who responded to their kind (and somewhat inappropriate) comments with delicious onigiri. According to him, it was his specialty, though he cooked other types of food as well. His dishes quickly gained enough popularity to keep his business afloat.

But would he be good enough to survive here?

-We’ll see- said Y/n, glaring at the handsome owner of Onigiri Miya, who waved with a friendly smile—directed, of course, at the ladies.

One of them shook her head knowingly, as if she could already see something hidden from everyone else.

-He’s just as hardworking as you are, my dear.

Y/n’s lips curved into a tight smile as she resisted the urge to say what she was really thinking:”No one works as hard as I do.”

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Hi, did I mention that I love your plotbunny games? I think you understand the characters so well, and your stories...you are an amazing writer. Like, you were born to tell your stories to the world.

So I came with a request, but if you don't have time, or don't feel like writing about it, feel free to ignore it.

I'm curious of how Kotaro Bokuto (or Hajime Iwaizumi, I really can't decide) and I have met and how our love developed.

Thank you so much.

Have an amazing day/night💙💙

Hi love! Thank you for your kind words.

I find it very interesting that you chose both Bokuto and Iwaizumi for this little plotbunny game.

Why? Because they are so vastly different in the way they care.

Bokuto loves openly. Do not dare to question his feelings or ask him to tone it down. He sees you and he's in love with you, simple as that. He's far from being superficial, though; he's just that good at knowing what he likes and what works.

Soon, he knows you better than the back of his hand, simply because he cares. And it's fascinating how it shows. He can recite your favorite foods by heart, but he'll forget that you asked him to put his socks in the laundry every single day. It's just that way with him.

Iwaizumi, however, keeps his feelings tucked away. He's grown up, has learned to keep his temper to himself. He's polite smiles and wishful thinking, yearning for you and not daring to think say it out loud. I believe that it needs some interference to make him loosen up a little, through his friends or maybe through you.

But just because he loves quieter doesn't mean he loves any less sincerely. He's a gentle soul with a short temper. He likes staying home for the weekend, cooking together, slow dancing while the water heats on the stove.

Now, I don't know you that well yet, but maybe you see some part of yourself in them. Maybe you can be open with some people but not with others. Maybe you like to keep your feelings tucked away but you're hoping for someone to trust them with.

Or you noticed that both of them are loyal. Sincere. Trustworthy.

Either way, both boys are great picks. And while Iwaizumi might take a while to convince himself to dare ask you out, both of them know they want you from the first glimpse they get.

BACKSTORY GAME

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The Pastry Shop Girl- Prologue

Credit to the artist who created this picture, whoever you are, this is simply amazing!

Timeskip Miya Osamu x Reader; Timeskip Miya Atsumu x Reader (undecided)

Genre: fluff

Warning: grammar mistakes

Keywords: enemies to lovers, dare, challenge

A short description: Dear reader, take my hand as we dive into the drama of the year! Miya Osamu, a semi-popular restaurant owner decided to have a one-sided beef with the daughter of the neighbouring pastry shop, who happens to be a polyglot, hence attracting his potential foreign customers there. So what should he do now? Call the devil, aka Miya Atsumu, who lives for a good challenge. What would happen now?

A quote from the fanfiction:

"All the English words he had trouble pronouncing rolled out of her lips so naturally, other times he heard her talking in what seemed to be perfect German with all the “ch” spelled like a native. Her tone completely changed when she was talking in French, deepening her voice, pressing the “e” to come out sounding more “oui” if it made sense, and her Russian was just amazing. Osamu was in awe of her ability, but was also crazy mad. How dare this girl steal away his customers?

So the plan was born...

~ Miya Atsumu was someone who could like a good challenge occasionally. If someone said: “You can’t do it” the faux-blondette laughed in their face and said: “Watch me”. Hence trouble, like a good friend accompanied him, making his life spicier. Upon reading his brother’s text, his lips curled into a devilish smile for two reasons: Osamu asking for help? OSAMU? His ice cold brother, who has always been mr. “I know what I’m doing, stop interrupting me, ‘Tsumu”?"

The city of Osaka has always been bustling, even at night- especially then- when the people who have been working late could finally go home, but before travelling to their places they must stop and fill their stomach at the new restaurant that’s been advertised everywhere: Onigiri Miya. Started out as a small stand where the owner prepared various types of onigiri- it has become a restaurant; a very successful one actually, and now the place operates with more than ten employee plus Miya Osamu- the owner. Coming from Hyogo prefecture, the twin brother of Miya Atsumu- a famous volleyball player, currently playing for MSBY Black Jackals- adorned with his sweet and simple Kansai dialect, the man was a pleasant addition to the ever-so-lively city. However, under his calm demaneour, the black haired man was restless, like an active volcano, ready to erupt and melt everything that’s around him. The reason? Oh, where should we even begin?

After moving to Osaka, the younger twin had trouble finding a place where he could start his own business. He had studied, worked hard, and was not afraid to start anew, yet seemingly the people of the city seemed to be ignoring him. Which was natural, considering that Osaka was full of restaurants, why would people even choose his? That’s when inspiration, like a muse, kissed him on the lips and then success followed: first he moved to a more popular part of the city, where a lot of tourists might saunter. Of course, the idea was good, but then Osamu quickly realized that it was no wonder that he was put in class 1 during his highschool years, as he could hardly communicate with the foreigners. He could understand some Chinese, Korean and a very little English but was completely lost upon hearing French, German, Thai or Spanish. Fortunatelly, he got enrolled in various language classes, downloaded applications that were designed for Japanese people who had trouble understanding other languages, and after a few months Osamu at least could somewhat communicate with foreigners. But his success was overshadowed by the neighbouring pastry shop, owned by a family native to Osaka, and whose daughter happened to be a polyglot, driving Osamu’s potential customers there. The man was not enthusiastic to say the least.He sweated blood and tears, stayed up late, perfected his already perfect onigiri and lo and behold, comes a girl, barely in her early twenties, who’s not even a cook or a baker, yet she’s attracts people, like a bazaar monkey. (His words, not mine)

All the English words he had trouble pronouncing rolled out of her lips so naturally, other times he heard her talking in what seemed to be perfect German with all the “ch” spelled like a native. Her tone completely changed when she was talking in French, deepening her voice, pressing the “e” to come out sounding more “oui” if it made sense, and her Russian was just amazing. Osamu was in awe of her ability, but was also crazy mad. How dare this girl steal away his customers?

So the plan was born...

~

Miya Atsumu was someone who could like a good challenge occasionally. If someone said: “You can’t do it” the faux-blondette laughed in their face and said: “Watch me”. Hence trouble, like a good friend accompanied him, making his life spicier. Upon reading his brother’s text, his lips curled into a devilish smile for two reasons: Osamu asking for help? OSAMU? His ice cold brother, who has always been mr. “I know what I’m doing, stop interrupting me, ‘Tsumu”? The second reason being: he was single. Painfully so. Honestly, because of his job as a professional volleyball player, it was hard to find time to date, and truth be told, the blonde man was kind of lonely. He finally reached the “old” age of twenty nine, when one night hits did nothing to him. Many of his teammates has settled with a spouse and children, or at least pets of some sort. Atsumu however spent his nights binge-watching old action movies, that he has seen at least sixty times already. And counting.

Osamu’s text sat there on read, while he was wheezing out of his mind. Finally, after many hours he decided to reply: “Count me in”. Not even asking for more information about this girl, who he should “seduce”, nothing let it be a surprise. Is she ugly? Is she annoying? Who cares. There is a challenge around here and Miya Atsumu will not back away.

Like a fox planning his next move, excitement was filling his blood, the man was about to hunt, and his prey was a girl, who he hasn’t even met yet. It’s been months since the man felt such a thrill. Women were so easy to persuade if one throws in the “pro athlete” card. He could say the most blatant, utterly disgusting shit and they’d still pull their underwear off. It was boring, almost disappointing. He kind of expected the same reaction from the pastry shop polyglot girl, who got under his brother’s sleeves.

Oh how wrong he was!

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Me vs My Brain

How ADHD messes with my brain

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How ADHD messes with my brain

Tw: adhd, grammar mistakes, just me having a meltdown

I swear I wanted to keep this blog free from my adhd, because I wished to create a magical place; just me, you- the few people who read my fanfics, existing in harmony and fluff with pink bunnies, unicorns who poop strawberry icecream and we all would happily deny reality... Yeah, I don't even know if I should laugh or cry.

So I just laugh, and cry, and silently hate myself.

And people who idealize adhd. Yes, fck them.

"Oh you must excel at many things, right?"

I DO, but at what cost?? Yeah I'm a fcking polyglot, I have two jobs, a whole circle of friends, I study at school, I study languages constantly, I have 5 billion hobbies, a somewhat healthy relationship, a cat, and three cactii that I managed to keep alive. I just renovated a whole house, because I decided that I don't like the vibe.

Do you know what else I have?

-Trauma

-Constant meltdowns

-Self-hatred vs god complex (Am I the most unworthy human being ever or am I above all? Who knows...probably neither of the two extremes reflects what I really am.)

So juggling between two jobs, school, my hobbies, my social life, my relationship, my other duties, when I have time to relax, I just sit in silence, and rot. Literally. A simple task takes me HOURS, because I have no idea how to start doing it, not because I'm lazy, or because I'm unable to.

I scroll like a brainless zombie, reblogging motivational videos on tiktok, hoping they can motivate me too. Thinking: "Yeah, I can be like that" then I scroll again. Bitterly.

The past few months have become a blur of me sitting in my pajamas (I have days off, because my first job is a part time job, and my other job doesn't require me to go to the office, I only have lessons two times per week) and fighting with my demons. In pajamas.

Sometimes I managed to win, though, most of the times I was conquered by the annoyingly tempting looking couch, where I sat down, and scrolled again. Because it was hard for me to do anything at all. Because simply existing seemed like a hard work.

And by existing in my own sorry-ass self hatred I have lost my spark. No matter the amount of make up I have put on, or the nice dresses I bought, nothing was enough. And I fell into a trap: consumerism. I thought, maybe if I buy this or that I would be happy again, and for a moment I truly was. But then the endorphin or serotonin, or something has faded, and there I was, with debt, and even bigger self hatred.

Yeah, acting impulsively is kind of another negativity attached to adhd. Of course it's not an excuse, more like a funfact.

The biggest problem however is that many people have no idea how adhd can literally change one person. How hard it is to live with billion thoughts flashing through your mind in ONE second.

Sometimes I just sit in the tub, crying because my head is full of thoughts. I can connect EVERYTHING with ANYTHING. One time I was thinking about grading my students' paper and then whoom, billion thoughts like lightning went through my mind, and I couldn't stop them. They were invading my brain.

How I long to be a normal person with normal amount of thoughts!

Many people think adhd is a superpower, because when I'm motivated, or when I don't have a meltdown, I'm fcking invincible. Unstoppable. A machine. I work like there's no tomorrow, I'm happy, cheerful, a fcking sunshine if you will. I radiate so much good energy. But then come the clouds, and I feel miserable again.

I long for dopamine, serotonin, whatever, I long for happiness okay?

Because when I do nothing, yet I have so many thoughts I think "Am I wasting my time? Why can't I move? What keeps me back?"

I don't know the answers.

"Do I deserve happiness?" OF COURSE I DO, so why is my brain keep telling me otherwise?

I would give half of my liver to be neurotypical.

It's like I'm sabotaging myself. I start something, I'm succesfull, and suddenly I get scared, because what if I reach my dream? What happens next?

I'm scared of boredom. I have no idea how to stop fighting, because that's the only thing I really know. I had to fight for the smallest forms of appreciation, I had to fight against my own mind, I still do but anyways.

It's just I wish the person in the mirror would say that "Hey, it's fine, you are worthy of love, you can rest, just start with a small step okay?"

But the person in the mirror is an evil with and I hate her. It's me. I'm the evil witch.

I swear if people would get money for being critical, I would be the richest person alive.

Sometimes I try to laugh at my own misery, so very European of me. Then comes the guilt: "There are people starving, fighting in wars, dying, and you complain because of what? Adhd?" Another very delightful European treasure.

So yeah, so much about this blog being free of my neurodivergency.

I don't know how to finish things, so guess this is it.

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The Pastry Shop Girl- Prologue

Credit to the artist who created this picture, whoever you are, this is simply amazing!

Timeskip Miya Osamu x Reader; Timeskip Miya Atsumu x Reader (undecided)

Genre: fluff

Warning: grammar mistakes

Keywords: enemies to lovers, dare, challenge

A short description: Dear reader, take my hand as we dive into the drama of the year! Miya Osamu, a semi-popular restaurant owner decided to have a one-sided beef with the daughter of the neighbouring pastry shop, who happens to be a polyglot, hence attracting his potential foreign customers there. So what should he do now? Call the devil, aka Miya Atsumu, who lives for a good challenge. What would happen now?

A quote from the fanfiction:

"All the English words he had trouble pronouncing rolled out of her lips so naturally, other times he heard her talking in what seemed to be perfect German with all the “ch” spelled like a native. Her tone completely changed when she was talking in French, deepening her voice, pressing the “e” to come out sounding more “oui” if it made sense, and her Russian was just amazing. Osamu was in awe of her ability, but was also crazy mad. How dare this girl steal away his customers?

So the plan was born...

~ Miya Atsumu was someone who could like a good challenge occasionally. If someone said: “You can’t do it” the faux-blondette laughed in their face and said: “Watch me”. Hence trouble, like a good friend accompanied him, making his life spicier. Upon reading his brother’s text, his lips curled into a devilish smile for two reasons: Osamu asking for help? OSAMU? His ice cold brother, who has always been mr. “I know what I’m doing, stop interrupting me, ‘Tsumu”?"

The city of Osaka has always been bustling, even at night- especially then- when the people who have been working late could finally go home, but before travelling to their places they must stop and fill their stomach at the new restaurant that’s been advertised everywhere: Onigiri Miya. Started out as a small stand where the owner prepared various types of onigiri- it has become a restaurant; a very successful one actually, and now the place operates with more than ten employee plus Miya Osamu- the owner. Coming from Hyogo prefecture, the twin brother of Miya Atsumu- a famous volleyball player, currently playing for MSBY Black Jackals- adorned with his sweet and simple Kansai dialect, the man was a pleasant addition to the ever-so-lively city. However, under his calm demaneour, the black haired man was restless, like an active volcano, ready to erupt and melt everything that’s around him. The reason? Oh, where should we even begin?

After moving to Osaka, the younger twin had trouble finding a place where he could start his own business. He had studied, worked hard, and was not afraid to start anew, yet seemingly the people of the city seemed to be ignoring him. Which was natural, considering that Osaka was full of restaurants, why would people even choose his? That’s when inspiration, like a muse, kissed him on the lips and then success followed: first he moved to a more popular part of the city, where a lot of tourists might saunter. Of course, the idea was good, but then Osamu quickly realized that it was no wonder that he was put in class 1 during his highschool years, as he could hardly communicate with the foreigners. He could understand some Chinese, Korean and a very little English but was completely lost upon hearing French, German, Thai or Spanish. Fortunatelly, he got enrolled in various language classes, downloaded applications that were designed for Japanese people who had trouble understanding other languages, and after a few months Osamu at least could somewhat communicate with foreigners. But his success was overshadowed by the neighbouring pastry shop, owned by a family native to Osaka, and whose daughter happened to be a polyglot, driving Osamu’s potential customers there. The man was not enthusiastic to say the least.He sweated blood and tears, stayed up late, perfected his already perfect onigiri and lo and behold, comes a girl, barely in her early twenties, who’s not even a cook or a baker, yet she’s attracts people, like a bazaar monkey. (His words, not mine)

All the English words he had trouble pronouncing rolled out of her lips so naturally, other times he heard her talking in what seemed to be perfect German with all the “ch” spelled like a native. Her tone completely changed when she was talking in French, deepening her voice, pressing the “e” to come out sounding more “oui” if it made sense, and her Russian was just amazing. Osamu was in awe of her ability, but was also crazy mad. How dare this girl steal away his customers?

So the plan was born...

~

Miya Atsumu was someone who could like a good challenge occasionally. If someone said: “You can’t do it” the faux-blondette laughed in their face and said: “Watch me”. Hence trouble, like a good friend accompanied him, making his life spicier. Upon reading his brother’s text, his lips curled into a devilish smile for two reasons: Osamu asking for help? OSAMU? His ice cold brother, who has always been mr. “I know what I’m doing, stop interrupting me, ‘Tsumu”? The second reason being: he was single. Painfully so. Honestly, because of his job as a professional volleyball player, it was hard to find time to date, and truth be told, the blonde man was kind of lonely. He finally reached the “old” age of twenty nine, when one night hits did nothing to him. Many of his teammates has settled with a spouse and children, or at least pets of some sort. Atsumu however spent his nights binge-watching old action movies, that he has seen at least sixty times already. And counting.

Osamu’s text sat there on read, while he was wheezing out of his mind. Finally, after many hours he decided to reply: “Count me in”. Not even asking for more information about this girl, who he should “seduce”, nothing let it be a surprise. Is she ugly? Is she annoying? Who cares. There is a challenge around here and Miya Atsumu will not back away.

Like a fox planning his next move, excitement was filling his blood, the man was about to hunt, and his prey was a girl, who he hasn’t even met yet. It’s been months since the man felt such a thrill. Women were so easy to persuade if one throws in the “pro athlete” card. He could say the most blatant, utterly disgusting shit and they’d still pull their underwear off. It was boring, almost disappointing. He kind of expected the same reaction from the pastry shop polyglot girl, who got under his brother’s sleeves.

Oh how wrong he was!

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The Pastry Shop Girl- Prologue

Credit to the artist who created this picture, whoever you are, this is simply amazing!

Timeskip Miya Osamu x Reader; Timeskip Miya Atsumu x Reader (undecided)

Genre: fluff

Warning: grammar mistakes

Keywords: enemies to lovers, dare, challenge

A short description: Dear reader, take my hand as we dive into the drama of the year! Miya Osamu, a semi-popular restaurant owner decided to have a one-sided beef with the daughter of the neighbouring pastry shop, who happens to be a polyglot, hence attracting his potential foreign customers there. So what should he do now? Call the devil, aka Miya Atsumu, who lives for a good challenge. What would happen now?

A quote from the fanfiction:

"All the English words he had trouble pronouncing rolled out of her lips so naturally, other times he heard her talking in what seemed to be perfect German with all the “ch” spelled like a native. Her tone completely changed when she was talking in French, deepening her voice, pressing the “e” to come out sounding more “oui” if it made sense, and her Russian was just amazing. Osamu was in awe of her ability, but was also crazy mad. How dare this girl steal away his customers?

So the plan was born...

~ Miya Atsumu was someone who could like a good challenge occasionally. If someone said: “You can’t do it” the faux-blondette laughed in their face and said: “Watch me”. Hence trouble, like a good friend accompanied him, making his life spicier. Upon reading his brother’s text, his lips curled into a devilish smile for two reasons: Osamu asking for help? OSAMU? His ice cold brother, who has always been mr. “I know what I’m doing, stop interrupting me, ‘Tsumu”?"

The city of Osaka has always been bustling, even at night- especially then- when the people who have been working late could finally go home, but before travelling to their places they must stop and fill their stomach at the new restaurant that’s been advertised everywhere: Onigiri Miya. Started out as a small stand where the owner prepared various types of onigiri- it has become a restaurant; a very successful one actually, and now the place operates with more than ten employee plus Miya Osamu- the owner. Coming from Hyogo prefecture, the twin brother of Miya Atsumu- a famous volleyball player, currently playing for MSBY Black Jackals- adorned with his sweet and simple Kansai dialect, the man was a pleasant addition to the ever-so-lively city. However, under his calm demaneour, the black haired man was restless, like an active volcano, ready to erupt and melt everything that’s around him. The reason? Oh, where should we even begin?

After moving to Osaka, the younger twin had trouble finding a place where he could start his own business. He had studied, worked hard, and was not afraid to start anew, yet seemingly the people of the city seemed to be ignoring him. Which was natural, considering that Osaka was full of restaurants, why would people even choose his? That’s when inspiration, like a muse, kissed him on the lips and then success followed: first he moved to a more popular part of the city, where a lot of tourists might saunter. Of course, the idea was good, but then Osamu quickly realized that it was no wonder that he was put in class 1 during his highschool years, as he could hardly communicate with the foreigners. He could understand some Chinese, Korean and a very little English but was completely lost upon hearing French, German, Thai or Spanish. Fortunatelly, he got enrolled in various language classes, downloaded applications that were designed for Japanese people who had trouble understanding other languages, and after a few months Osamu at least could somewhat communicate with foreigners. But his success was overshadowed by the neighbouring pastry shop, owned by a family native to Osaka, and whose daughter happened to be a polyglot, driving Osamu’s potential customers there. The man was not enthusiastic to say the least.He sweated blood and tears, stayed up late, perfected his already perfect onigiri and lo and behold, comes a girl, barely in her early twenties, who’s not even a cook or a baker, yet she’s attracts people, like a bazaar monkey. (His words, not mine)

All the English words he had trouble pronouncing rolled out of her lips so naturally, other times he heard her talking in what seemed to be perfect German with all the “ch” spelled like a native. Her tone completely changed when she was talking in French, deepening her voice, pressing the “e” to come out sounding more “oui” if it made sense, and her Russian was just amazing. Osamu was in awe of her ability, but was also crazy mad. How dare this girl steal away his customers?

So the plan was born...

~

Miya Atsumu was someone who could like a good challenge occasionally. If someone said: “You can’t do it” the faux-blondette laughed in their face and said: “Watch me”. Hence trouble, like a good friend accompanied him, making his life spicier. Upon reading his brother’s text, his lips curled into a devilish smile for two reasons: Osamu asking for help? OSAMU? His ice cold brother, who has always been mr. “I know what I’m doing, stop interrupting me, ‘Tsumu”? The second reason being: he was single. Painfully so. Honestly, because of his job as a professional volleyball player, it was hard to find time to date, and truth be told, the blonde man was kind of lonely. He finally reached the “old” age of twenty nine, when one night hits did nothing to him. Many of his teammates has settled with a spouse and children, or at least pets of some sort. Atsumu however spent his nights binge-watching old action movies, that he has seen at least sixty times already. And counting.

Osamu’s text sat there on read, while he was wheezing out of his mind. Finally, after many hours he decided to reply: “Count me in”. Not even asking for more information about this girl, who he should “seduce”, nothing let it be a surprise. Is she ugly? Is she annoying? Who cares. There is a challenge around here and Miya Atsumu will not back away.

Like a fox planning his next move, excitement was filling his blood, the man was about to hunt, and his prey was a girl, who he hasn’t even met yet. It’s been months since the man felt such a thrill. Women were so easy to persuade if one throws in the “pro athlete” card. He could say the most blatant, utterly disgusting shit and they’d still pull their underwear off. It was boring, almost disappointing. He kind of expected the same reaction from the pastry shop polyglot girl, who got under his brother’s sleeves.

Oh how wrong he was!

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˙ . ꒷ 🦎️ . ˙—TOO COMMON MISTAKES

( my opinion on how writers write Mikage Reo )

We can talk about how many writers have idealized Reo in a rather misguided way. The vast majority of fanfics, headcanons, and one-shots, especially those centered around fluff or even angst with fluff, follow a repetitive and shallow pattern: Reo as the perfect boyfriend, sweet, thoughtful, and spoiling his partner with money and luxury. However, this portrayal is not only simplistic, but it also completely distorts what the manga and Nagi's spin-off actually show us about Reo's true personality and mindset, and how his relationships and attitudes evolve throughout the story.

Reo is not the modern-day prince many fans want to see. In fact, the canon material makes this very clear when it shows his backstory, where unhealthy attitudes and questionable thoughts on his part are evident.

The relationship he has with Nagi at the beginning wasn’t as pure or "romantic" as many interpret it. Reo is interested in him, not for who he is, but for what he can do. He sees him as a "treasure," a tool to achieve glory. In other words, he didn’t perceive him as a person but as a means to fulfill his dream. At that time, Nagi was more of an investment than a real bond. Over time, he did develop a strong attachment, but this too is problematic: Reo wants Nagi by his side, not because he understands what Nagi needs or desires, but because it hurts him to lose what he considers his.

He was a spoiled child throughout his childhood. While this doesn’t justify his behavior, it makes it more understandable. He grew up in a bubble where he always got what he wanted, until he was confronted with the reality that not everything would be granted to him. This way of thinking is especially evident at the beginning of his friendship with Nagi and during the first and second selections in Blue Lock, when Nagi decides to leave him to join Isagi. Although Reo matures over time, there are still moments when it's clear he gets emotionally stuck due to his dependence on Nagi, which makes him fall behind and end up being dragged along by him.

Let's be honest: without Chris's pass to Reo in the match against Barcha, not only would Nagi have been eliminated, but also Reo. He was so focused on keeping up with Nagi, so determined to prove something to him, that he didn’t shine on his own. Several times during the matches of Machine's against others, it was clear that his game still depended too much on the emotional state of his friendship with Nagi. That final play where he scores the goal doesn’t come from him; it comes because someone else (Chris) gives him an opportunity that, honestly, he hadn’t earned on his own initiative. This is where it becomes apparent that he still struggles to detach from the role of the "player who revolves around Nagi."

This pattern repeats constantly, and it was so obvious that even those from Barcha — especially Bachira and Otoya — noticed it and used it against him. That’s what I mean when I say he gets dragged along by Nagi.

That's why portraying Reo as the devoted, emotionally attached boyfriend who only spoils his partner with gifts ends up being an interpretation that overlooks key aspects of his character. It's not just about reducing his personality to the way he's idealized, but about understanding him in all his complexity. And it's precisely that complexity that makes him interesting, not some hollow romantic ideal.

I want to clarify that this is just my personal opinion. I absolutely love Reo, but in a way, it’s strange to see how his personality is almost always misunderstood. Given that he avoided dating girls or, in general, thought that people only approached him for his money, it seems to me that he’s often misinterpreted. Anyway, as I said, this is just my opinion, and I could be wrong, or not. I leave it to your judgment. I’d also love to know what you think.

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