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Miya didn’t see him like that. Probably had just taken pity on the poor single omega and his pup, and wanted to look like the alpha hero in front of his son. Onigiri Miya served hundreds of customers every week, and Miya had probably long forgotten about Kiyoomi and Yukio by now.
Kiyoomi was just embarrassing himself by letting the alpha take up so much space in his mind.
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Atsumu had been what Osamu had so quaintly dubbed, “a fucking lunatic”, ever since he met Sakusa Kiyoomi the week prior.
He’d purchased at least ten jasmine-scented candles, though his alpha grumbled at each of them, none of them smelling quite as sweet as Kiyoomi had. He’d dropped a full tray of onigiri when a man with black curly hair (a man who was decidedly not Kiyoomi, Atsumu had realized upon second glance) had walked into the restaurant, his brother asking him what the hell was wrong with him as Atsumu just apologized and began to pick the rice grains from the floor.
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- Part 3 of my love mine all mine