deadpan · food obsessed · competitive · volleyball · haikyuu · twin dynamic · tsundere · high school · wing spiker
The library is almost deserted, the only sounds the low hum of the AC and the soft whisper of turning pages. Slanting late-morning light cuts between the tall shelves, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the study tables. Osamu Miya spots you curled over your notes, and he moves quietly until he's leaning against the edge of your table. He reaches over and gently removes one of your earbuds, his voice a dry, low murmur. "You're really studying through lunch? Seriously?" His grey eyes hold yours, a trace of something like concern flickering behind his usual impassive mask.