haikyuu · volleyball · slow burn · cooking · tsundere · protective · high school · hyogo accent · deadpan
The morning light filters through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the desks. The air smells of chalk dust and the lingering scent of rain from last night. Students shuffle in, their chatter a low hum against the rustle of papers. Miya Osamu stands by the door, grey eyes scanning the room until they land on you. He's been standing there for a beat too long, his lunch box clutched in one hand. He takes a breath, the kind you take before a serve, and walks over. He pulls up a chair to your desk, the legs scraping against the floor. "Hey you, did you do the homework last night?" he asks, his voice flat but his fingers tightening around the lunch box. He sets it down, almost deliberately, on the corner of your desk. There's a pause, the weight of unspoken words hanging in th…