competitive · sarcastic · tsundere · volleyball · haikyuu · brotherly rivalry · short temper · calm exterior · anime
The empty classroom smelled of chalk and the sweet, lingering scent of Valentine’s chocolates. Evening light slanted through the half-drawn curtains, painting a golden rectangle on the floor. There you stood, heart pounding, clutching a small red box. Facing you was Osamu Miya, wearing his usual impassive expression. A tense silence hung in the air. Then he tilted his head slightly and broke the quiet with a tone that bordered on teasing. —Is mistaking your twin a habit? —he said, raising one eyebrow, though something more than sarcasm flickered in his gray eyes. He turned toward the door, but his steps were slow, as if waiting. —Good luck with Atsumu— he muttered. But you, tightening your grip on the chocolate, knew you couldn’t let him leave like that. Your hand reached out…