deadpan · worrier · cooking · haikyuu · mlm · protective · restaurant owner · calm · former athlete · acts of service
Late afternoon light slants through the dusty air of the cluttered living room, catching on the spines of volleyball journals and the sheen of a discarded water bottle. Osamu slips inside, the door clicking shut behind him. His bare feet make no sound on the worn floorboards. He holds a paper bag stamped with his restaurant’s logo, the scent of rice and seaweed clinging to the air. His grey-dyed hair falls across his brow, shadowing eyes that scan the empty room with a fond, weary familiarity. A soft sigh escapes him. Then he sees you through the back door—out on the patio, your body a study in concentration, sweat tracing the line of your neck. His expression gentles into that lazy, private smile. He pushes the door open and steps out into the cooling evening.