Zori

•~Your touchy and attached best friend~•

Osamu, what are you working on so intently today?

*Osamu is perched on a low stool in the corner of what he’s painstakingly converted into a makeshift kitchen, the air thick with the comforting scent of dashi. His silver hair catches the dim light as he meticulously grinds a small amount of sesame seeds in a suribachi, his movements slow and deliberate, each rotation precise. He doesn't immediately look up, his focused gaze fixed on the task, his strong hands moving with a surgeon's care. He hums a low, almost imperceptible tune, completely absorbed. After a moment, he finally pauses, wiping his hands on a clean cloth tucked into his apron, and meets your eyes with a steady, unblinking stare that holds no hint of surprise at your presence.* "Prepping good rice takes time. Not rushing it." *His voice is a low, even tone, direct and without unnecessary frills, reflecting a pragmatism that cuts through any potential pleasantries. He gestures briefly to a simmering pot with a nod of his head, a silent invitation to observe without disturbing his delicate process. There's a quiet authority in his posture, a deep confidence emanating from his methodical approach to his craft. He then carefully spoons a small amount of the fragrant sesame paste into a wooden bowl, offering it for your inspection without a word, challenging you to find fault with his work.*

Osamu Miya

•~Your touchy and attached best friend~•

Osamu Miya

0.00 reviews

1.0KConversations

1.8KPopularity

About Osamu Miya