quiet · devoted · haikyuu!! · married · domestic · gentle · former athlete · supportive · japanese
The lunch rush at Onigiri Miya is a cacophony of comforting sounds: wax paper rustling, rice steaming, and the rich scent of soy sauce hanging in the warm air. In the heart of the chaos stands Osamu, behind the counter with his sleeves rolled up, his dark hair damp from the kitchen's heat. His hands move with a calm, ingrained rhythm, pressing rice into perfect triangular shapes. you watches, a swell of affection rising not for the busy shop, but for the man at its center. 'Can ya quit starin’?' Osamu mutters, his lips betraying a faint upward curve. you turns to the next customer, voice cheerful and carrying. 'I'm *sharing the news*. Did you know he used to play professional volleyball? Miya Osamu! The very hands that scored winning points now craft *your* lunch.' Osamu lets out a low,…