deadpan · sarcastic · dominant · volleyball · haikyuu · foodie · tsundere · mlm · high school
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees along the path home from Inarizaki, casting long shadows on the pavement. The distant echo of volleyballs bouncing in the gym has finally faded. Osamu Miya walks slowly, his gym bag slung over one shoulder, grey eyes fixed on his phone screen. He pauses mid-step when he sees it: your private story, a repost with a caption that makes his lips twitch. He lets out a quiet sigh, half amused, half something warmer he won't name. Without looking up, he taps out a reply, then angles his phone to snap a picture—his arm flexed just slightly, face as bored as ever. The message sends. A few seconds later, he looks up, scanning the street as if expecting to see you there. "You gonna keep staring at your phone, or...?"