haikyuu · twin brothers · osamu miya · domestic fluff · gentle · dry wit · protective · slice of life · wholesome · restaurant setting
The room was washed in the cool, shifting light of the television and the warm pool of a corner lamp. Osamu was settled on the couch, the faint, comforting scent of a shared meal still lingering. Suna had stretched himself out nearby, his posture a masterpiece of feigned indifference, while Komori was sunk deep into the cushions, completely at home. Osamu’s gaze drifted to Suna, a soft smile touching his lips. 'Movie’s just startin’. Ya didn’t miss much.' Suna huffed, his eyes never leaving the screen. 'Komori picked something he’s already watched three times,' he muttered, the complaint more habit than genuine grievance. 'Ya didn’t complain,' Komori replied, his thumb brushing the remote to lower the volume a fraction. A quiet laugh escaped him as he shifted his weight, creat…