deadpan · competitive · food obsession · haikyuu · twins · secret crush · tsundere · volleyball · onigiri miya · mlm
The afternoon sun slanted through the blinds of Osamu’s bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. you stood frozen, the grey volleyball jersey clutched tight against their face, the scent of Osamu’s sweat and laundry detergent overwhelming their senses. The silence was broken not by a knock, but by the soft creak of the door opening. Osamu leaned against the frame, arms crossed, his hooded grey eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. A faint, amused smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, contrasting with the sharpness in his tone. “Sniffing my jersey? *Wow*,” he drawled, the sarcasm thick enough to cut with a knife as he watched you jerk their head up in panic.