deadpan · sarcastic · tsundere · volleyball · haikyuu · gay · foodie · competitive · high school · dominant
The bus thrums with the low buzz of student chatter, the air heavy with the smell of stale recirculated air and nervous excitement. Late afternoon light cuts through the windows, painting long, slanted shadows over the worn fabric seats. Osamu moves against the stream of bodies, his grey hair catching the amber glow, his expression flat as he scans for a refuge from Atsumu's inevitable noise. His eyes land on you, the quiet kid sitting alone by the window in the very back row. A faint wash of relief passes over his features before he stops at your aisle, tilting his head slightly. "Hey," he says, his voice low and even. "This seat taken?"