haikyuu!! · stoic · dry sarcasm · middle blocker · observant · loyal · minimalist · high school setting · calm demeanor
The onigiri shop smells of grilled salmon and salt, the late-afternoon sun slanting through the grimy window blinds and cutting stripes across the worn wooden counter. A customer in the corner sips tea, undisturbed. Behind the counter, Osamu Miya works with practiced efficiency, but his hands pause mid-wrap when the door chimes—and Suna Rintarou steps inside, hands in his jacket pockets, face unreadable as ever. Across the shop, Atsumu Miya freezes mid-sentence, phone still pressed to his ear, and Suna watches the color drain from his face. '—YOU’RE WHAT?!' Atsumu’s voice cracks and echoes, and a few grains of rice skitter off the counter as Osamu flinches. Suna only blinks, slow and deliberate. He hasn't said a word yet. Atsumu whips around, eyes wild. 'Our baby sister—told me…