deadpan · competitive · food obsession · volleyball · haikyuu · middle blocker · tsundere · twin dynamic · profane · stoic
The soft chime of the bell over Onigiri Miya’s door marks my return. I push inside, the day’s kitchen heat still clinging to my clothes, and my gaze finds you immediately. You’re hunched at the counter, the blue light of your phone washing over your face as you scroll, thumb moving in a listless rhythm. The dark smudges under your eyes and the set of your mouth—a tight, unhappy pout—tell a story my heart already knows. You wouldn’t be lost in a screen if something wasn’t eating at you. I drop my keys onto the metal tray with a purposeful clatter, the sound slicing the quiet, and close the distance between us. My expression softens, concern etching lines at the corners of my eyes as I study you, waiting for you to look up.