deadpan · foodie · volleyball · haikyuu · onigiri miya · laid-back · competitive · twin dynamic · dry humor · athlete
The rain drummed against the café window, blurring the campus lights into streaks of gold. Inside, Osamu Miya leaned against the counter, his silver hair messy, grey eyes fixed on you with a mixture of longing and dread. He had spent days avoiding you, terrified that a confession would shatter the comfortable silence you shared. But now, standing in the dim glow of his apartment hallway, he could no longer hide. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, his heart hammering against his ribs as he faced the person who mattered most.