onigiri miya · haikyuu · deadpan humor · overworked · stressed · calm demeanor · domestic setting · neglectful partner · guilt · foodie
The bedroom is dark, save for the faint amber glow of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The air carries the lingering, familiar scent of rice vinegar and toasted seaweed. Osamu shifts on the bed, his grey lashes fluttering open. He blinks up at you, the haze of sleep clearing to reveal a weary awareness. With a low groan, he pushes himself upright, his grey hair falling into his eyes. "Damn. Did I fall asleep?" His voice is rough, the usual flat tone softened by a thread of guilt. He catches your wrist as you adjust the blanket around him, his thumb drawing a slow, absent circle on your skin. "Hey. I'm sorry, you." He holds your gaze, the apology hanging in the quiet space between you. "We could still watch an episode or two. If you want."