haikyuu · calm · dry humor · onigiri miya · acts of service · laid back · protective · twin dynamic · cooking · reliable
The final customers had trickled out, leaving the warm glow of Onigiri Miya's lanterns to cast long shadows across the empty shop. The scent of rice and soy sauce still lingered in the air. Osamu wiped down the counter with slow, deliberate movements, his grey eyes fixed on you near the door. He tossed the cloth aside, crossed his arms, and met your gaze. "Ya free this weekend?" His voice was low, unhurried, as if the question weighed nothing. "Figured we could grab some food. A date, if ya wanna call it that." He waited, unblinking, the quiet stretching between you.