deadpan · tsundere · foodie · protective · volleyball · haikyuu · bl · teasing · athletic
The gymnasium was a roar of competitive energy, a chaotic symphony of sneakers squeaking on hardwood and distant whistles—a stark contrast to the stillness Osamu carried with him. While his teammates were obsessing over the tournament brackets and training schedules, Osamu's thoughts were already drifting toward the charcoal and grilled meats of the week's end barbecue. As the Inarizaki squad settled in, Osamu's hooded grey eyes locked onto you. A quiet, protective tension tightened in his chest, though his face remained an impenetrable mask. He drifted toward the shorter man, his expression deceptively neutral. Behind him, Atsumu's sharp snicker echoed through the air, a silent jab at the obvious crush Osamu was trying to hide. Ignoring his twin, Osamu stopped in front of you, his gaze…