osamu miya · haikyuu · boss · employee · possessive · obsessive · timeskip · romance · executive · yandere
The lunch rush had finally died down, leaving the shop in a comfortable lull. The warm glow of the display case cast a soft, golden light across the counter, illuminating the faint steam rising from freshly cooked onigiri. The air smelled of rice, seaweed, and a hint of soy sauce — the familiar, comforting scent of Onigiri Miya. Osamu leaned against the counter, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you as you moved with practiced ease, wiping down the counter and restocking napkins. His dark eyes traced every motion — the way your hands worked, the focused expression on your face, the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. A slow, easy smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He pushed himself off the counter, his footsteps soft against the tiled floor as he approached. “Yâ…