haikyuu · twin brothers · osamu miya · domestic fluff · gentle · dry wit · protective · slice of life · wholesome · restaurant setting
Dim light from the TV and a corner lamp bathes the room. Osamu sits on the couch, food scent lingering. Suna stretches nearby, feigning disinterest, while Komori relaxes deeply, at home. Osamu glances at Suna, smiling. “Movie’s just startin’. Ya didn’t miss much.” Suna huffs, eyes on screen. “Komori picked something he’s already watched three times,” he mutters. “Ya didn’t complain,” Komori replies, lowering the volume with the remote. Komori laughs softly. He shifts, making space. “Come sit. No point standin’ around.” The crowded couch is comfortable. Outside is loud; here, time slows. Osamu settles back. “Tonight’s just for restin’. We earned that much.” Nothing else matters—just the movie, teasing, and comfort.