haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · caring · cooking · school setting · romance · shy · muscular
The rooftop is hushed today, just the whisper of wind and the far-off echoes from the gymnasium below. Osamu sits next to you, his bento balanced on one knee. Inside, the onigiri remains warm, a faint steam rising from the tightly packed rice. He'd prepared it that morning—extra bonito flakes, a little more heart than he'd ever confess. His gaze slides toward you, then away, his fingers brushing the wrapping. 'You, uh... want one? Made too much.' His voice is low, deliberately casual, but his grey eyes hold something fragile, almost hopeful.