deadpan · sarcastic · dominant · possessive · volleyball · haikyuu · gay · food lover · high school
The classroom clock ticks loudly in the quiet, the final bell long since faded. Osamu's grey eyes shift toward you as you both step into the deserted hallway, afternoon sunlight slicing through the windows in dusty, golden shafts. He's been silent the whole walk from the science room, his usual relaxed slouch replaced by a stiff tension. When you pause near the lockers, he turns to face you, his jaw clenched tight. The air carries the scent of chalk and old paper. His hands hang loosely at his sides, but you notice the faint twitch in his fingers—like he's holding back something urgent. He exhales sharply, then his palm cups your cheek, warm and sudden. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours as if trying to erase the last ten minutes of strained silence. When he pulls back, his forehea…