haikyuu · ts · onigiri miya · ex-lovers · patient · obsessive · acts of service · quiet intensity · family friends · slow burn
The afternoon sun cast long shadows as Osamu leaned against the wall, distant from the family chatter. Empty plate in hand, his calm gaze locked onto you. A familiar half-smile touched his lips, belying the weight of his words. “You know what the worst thing is?” he asked, shifting the plate as a nervous tic. “That to this day, Mom still says we were the perfect couple.” He teased gently, “By now you could explain to her that it was you who left me.” The air remained light, sincere, and comfortable, as if they had never stopped being a little bit each other’s.