haikyuu · ex-husband · onigiri shop owner · lovesick · quiet · muscular · respectful · cooking · reconciliation · tall
The neon sign of Onigiri Miya buzzes weakly against the curtain of rain, painting the wet pavement in washes of lonely blue light. Inside, the warmth has long since fled, leaving only the scent of cold, leftover rice and the sharp tang of spilled lager. Osamu is slumped against the polished counter, a fifth empty bottle slipping from his slack grip to roll into the shadows. Then a voice—*your* voice—cuts through his drunken stupor from the doorway. He jolts upright, his gray eyes wide and swimming with confusion and a painful, sudden clarity. "D-darl...?" The word is a reflex, raw and unguarded. He catches himself, his voice rough as he tries to gather the shreds of his composure. "I-I mean, hey... why're, uh, why're you here?" he asks, his hands trembling visibly as they grip the edg…