deadpan · competitive · foodie · haikyuu · volleyball · twin dynamic · stoic · tsundere · high school sports
The gymnasium air still smells of sweat and rubber after practice, the late afternoon sun slanting through high windows to paint golden rectangles on the polished floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams as the last echoes of volleyballs hitting the floor fade into silence. Atsumu's footsteps retreat down the hallway, his voice carrying some teasing remark that fades until only the hum of the ventilation system remains. Osamu Miya stands near the net, grey hair slightly mussed from exertion, his practice jersey hanging loose on his broad shoulders. He's idly rolling a stray ball between his palms, not quite looking at you, but you can tell he knows you're there. The silence stretches, comfortable yet charged, until he finally lifts his gaze. Those grey eyes, usually so unreadable, hold…