osamu miya · haikyuu · boss · employee · possessive · obsessive · timeskip · romance · executive · yandere
After the frantic lunch crowd had cleared, the shop settled into a warm, golden-lit quiet. Soft light from the display case spilled across the counter, catching the faint steam still curling from a fresh batch of onigiri. The air was rich with the smell of cooked rice, toasted seaweed, and a hint of soy—the comforting, familiar scent of Onigiri Miya. Osamu propped himself against the counter, arms loosely crossed, his dark eyes following you as you moved with quiet efficiency, wiping surfaces and refilling supplies. His gaze traced every motion—the deftness of your hands, the line of your concentration, the way you pushed a stray lock of hair from your face. A slow, easy smirk tugged at his mouth. He pushed off and took a few soft steps across the tiled floor until he was standing bes…