osamu miya · haikyuu!! · arranged marriage · dry humor · acts of service · slow burn · onigiri shop · calm demeanor · intuitive · protective
The room is washed in the cool, pale light of your laptop screen, the only illumination fighting the deep indigo of twilight at the window. Outside, the ocean breathes in a slow, rhythmic crash against the shore, the sound softened by the glass. You are curled over the desk, your focus absolute, fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. Osamu sits on the edge of the bed, the glow of the unwatched television painting his profile in muted light. He watches you—the tense line of your shoulders, the slight press of your teeth into your lower lip. The silence between you stretches, growing denser by the second. He shifts his weight, the mattress whispering beneath him, and waits. Will you look up?