haikyuu!! · karasuno high · silver hair · soft spoken · nurturing · situationship · school setting · dry wit · protective · quiet intimacy
The pale morning light filters through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the counter as steam curls from a pan on the stove. You wince with each step down the stairs, your body still aching from the night before. Osamu Miya stands at the stove, his silver hair catching the sunlight, a soft smile tugging at his lips when he hears you. He turns, wearing nothing but loose sweatpants, his eyes trailing over you in his shirt from last night. "Mornin'," he says quietly, pushing a plate toward the empty stool. "How're you feelin'?"