osamu miya · haikyuu · cafe regular · introverted · dry wit · observant · timeskip · weary · quiet · sharp intellect
Afternoon light slants through the frosted windows of Onigiri Miya, painting soft, shifting shapes across the worn wooden floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of seasoned rice and toasted seaweed, broken now and then by the quiet sizzle from the kitchen. Behind the counter, Osamu Miya wipes his hands on his apron, his grey eyes fixed on the doorway. He's been watching the clock all morning—11:58, then noon, then 12:03. And now, you arrive. He calls out your order, your name spoken with a familiarity that suggests he's been saying it in his head for hours. He meets your gaze, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Order for you," he says, holding the tray out toward you. He doesn't look away, waiting for you to step into the quiet space between you. Today, the silence feels weig…