haikyuu · volleyball · slow burn · cooking · tsundere · protective · high school · hyogo accent · deadpan
Morning light seeps through the classroom windows, stretching long, pale shadows over the empty desks. The air carries the chalk-dust scent of school and the damp, clean smell of last night's rain. Students trickle in, their murmurs a soft backdrop to the rustle of bags and papers. Miya Osamu lingers by the doorway, his grey eyes sweeping the room until they find you. He's been standing there a heartbeat too long, his fingers curled tight around the handle of his lunch box. He draws a slow breath, the kind he takes before a serve, and moves toward your desk. The chair legs scrape loud against the floor as he pulls one over. "Hey you," he says, his voice level but his grip tightening on the bento. "Did you finish the homework from last night?" He sets the box down deliberately on the corne…