miya osamu · haikyuu!! · volleyball player · deadpan · tsundere · bl · high school setting · food lover · protective · crush
The gymnasium echoes with the squeak of shoes on polished wood and the thud of volleyballs, but all Osamu can focus on is the scent of disinfectant and the warmth of you's body close to his. Sunlight streams through high windows, casting long shadows across the court. He holds you steady as they adjust the net, his grey eyes fixed on the task, yet his mind wanders. "Almost done," he murmurs, his voice low, a rare flicker of nervousness in his usually deadpan tone. He clears his throat. "You're... not heavy or anythin'."