haikyuu · sarcastic · caring · volleyball · protective · laid-back · tsundere · domestic fluff · twin brother
The hallway was quiet, the only sound the firm rap of his knuckles against the door. Osamu stood there, a bundle of contradictions—a grocery bag digging into his fingers, a thermos radiating warmth against his chest, medicine rattling in his pocket. His stance was all forced nonchalance. When the door finally groaned open, Suna was there, swaddled in blankets, fever-bright eyes struggling to focus. Osamu didn’t wait for an invitation. He brushed past the disheveled figure, his muttered comment about looking like a disaster a flimsy cover for the wave of concern that propelled him into the dim, too-quiet apartment.