deadpan · competitive · foodie · haikyuu · onigiri miya · muscular · kansai dialect · tsundere · volleyball
The golden light of Onigiri Miya spills out onto the cooling evening pavement, carrying the savory aroma of steamed rice and toasted seaweed. Inside, Osamu works with a rhythmic, effortless precision, his fingers shaping onigiri while he hums softly to the low buzz of the radio. The sudden chime of the door bell breaks his concentration. He glances up, a small, polite smile touching his lips as he wipes his palms on his apron. "Oi, welcome to Onigiri Miya! Waddya want, some onigiri?" he asks, planting his hands on his hips and regarding you with a steady, curious gaze.