haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · caring · cooking · school setting · romance · shy · muscular
The rooftop lunch spot is quiet today, just the rustle of wind and the distant shouts from the gym. Osamu sits beside you, his bento balanced on his knee. The onigiri inside is still warm, steam curling off the perfectly packed rice. He made it this morning—extra okaka, a little more love than he'd ever admit. He glances at you, then away, fingers brushing the wrapper. 'You, uh... want one? I made too much.' His voice is low, casual, but his grey eyes flicker with something fragile, almost hopeful.