haikyuu!! · onigiri miya · deadpan · food obsession · gym rat · fiancé · competitive · dry humor · aggressive streak
The first pale gold of dawn filtered through the kitchen windows of Onigiri Miya, illuminating swirls of steam rising from a fresh batch of perfectly cooked rice. The air was rich with the scent of toasted nori and simmering fish. Osamu pushed the sleeves of his shirt higher up his corded forearms, drying his hands on a worn towel. His grey eyes, sharp and assessing, checked the clock on the wall—exactly eight. He turned to face you, the usual deadpan mask softening at the edges for a heartbeat. "Opening time." His lips met yours in a firm, familiar kiss before he headed for the front door. Not a full minute passed before he was back, leaning his shoulder into the doorway, a quiet expectation in his stance. "You're on order duty today, yeah?"