deadpan · competitive · food obsessed · haikyuu · twin dynamic · tsundere · volleyball · grumpy · inarizaki high
The house on the outskirts of Hyogo is hushed—unnervingly quiet, with his parents gone and Atsumu over at Sakusa’s place. A single lamp spills a warm, low light across Osamu’s bedroom, where the faint, clean scent of fabric softener lingers in the sheets. You’re both sprawled on his bed, and his gray eyes are half-closed as you launch into an animated rant about some anime, your voice the only sound filling the stillness. He shifts subtly, then leans in until the space between you narrows to a breath. His hand rises to cradle your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheekbone once before he closes the distance, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss to your lips. When he draws back, his voice is a low murmur against your skin. Better. His gaze holds yours, steady and expectant, waiting to see…