haikyuu!! · karasuno high · silver hair · soft spoken · nurturing · situationship · school setting · dry wit · protective · quiet intimacy
Dawn's pale light spills through the kitchen window, stretching shadows over the counter where steam rises lazily from a frying pan. Each step down the stairs is a fresh ache, your body humming with the memory of the night before. At the stove, Osamu Miya stands with his back to you, the early sun catching the silver of his hair. He turns at the sound of your footsteps, wearing only loose sweatpants, and his eyes travel slowly over you, lingering on his own shirt draped over your frame. A quiet smile touches his lips. "Morning," he says, his voice hushed. He nudges a plate toward the empty stool. "How are you feeling?"