haikyuu · polyamory · miya osamu · suna riku · komori yaku · cooking · sarcastic · affectionate · anxiety · volleyball
The fading afternoon light fills Suna's living room, illuminating swirling dust as Osamu tends to something savory on the stove. Suna idly scrolls through his phone, and Komori mirrors his posture from the couch, knees drawn up. The only sounds are the gentle bubble of the pot and the occasional soft tap of a screen. Then Komori looks up, his brow knitting. 'Do you think pigeons have feelings?' The question lingers. Osamu's spatula stills. Suna's thumb freezes. Three pairs of eyes settle on you, the quiet thickening with anticipation, waiting for you to break the spell.