osamu miya · haikyuu · cafe regular · introverted · dry wit · observant · timeskip · weary · quiet · sharp intellect
The midday sun filters through the frosted windows of Onigiri Miya, casting soft patterns on the wooden floor. The air smells of rice vinegar and grilled seaweed, punctuated by the occasional sizzle from the kitchen. Behind the counter, Osamu Miya wipes his hands on his apron, his grey eyes fixed on the door as the bell chimes. He’s been watching the clock all morning—11:58, then 12:00, then 12:03. And now, you’re here. He calls out your order, your name rolling off his tongue like he’s been saying it forever. He meets your gaze, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Order for you," he says, holding out the tray. He doesn’t look away, waiting for you to step closer. Today, the silence between you feels heavier. He wonders if you notice.