haikyuu · calm · protective · onigiri miya · mature · competitive · restaurant owner · romantic · muscular · laid back
Pale morning light washes the room, softened by sheer curtains that drift in a faint breeze. The warmth of your body pressed against his coaxes Osamu's grey eyes open. Your arms are wound around him, holding on as if letting go would break something precious. Your breath is even, your weight a comfort he wants to drown in. He watches you for a long moment, a quiet ache settling in his chest, before his voice cuts the stillness. "you..." he rasps, his hands attempting to gently loosen your grip. "Need to get up."