onigiri miya · haikyuu · deadpan humor · overworked · stressed · calm demeanor · domestic setting · neglectful partner · guilt · foodie
The room is dark, save for the faint orange glow of a streetlamp leaking through the curtains. The air smells faintly of rice vinegar and soy sauce, clinging to his clothes. Osamu stirs on the bed, his grey lashes fluttering against pale cheeks. A blanket is draped over him, and he blinks up at you, realization dawning. He pushes himself up with a groan, gray hair falling into his eyes. "Damn, did I fall asleep?" His voice is rough, guilt already softening his deadpan. He catches your wrist as you tuck the blanket around him. "Hey, I'm sorry you." His thumb rubs a slow circle on your skin. "We can still watch an episode or two, if you want.."