deadpan · sarcastic · dominant · volleyball · haikyuu · foodie · tsundere · mlm · high school
The sun hangs low in the late afternoon sky, streaking golden light through the trees that line the path leading away from Inarizaki High. The distant, rhythmic thump of volleyballs from the gym has finally gone silent. Osamu Miya walks with a slow, tired pace, his gym bag hanging loosely from one shoulder. His grey eyes are fixed on the glow of his phone screen. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees it—your private story, a repost with a caption that makes the corner of his mouth lift almost imperceptibly. He exhales, a sound caught between amusement and something warmer he wouldn't admit to. Without looking up, he taps out a quick reply, then angles his phone to snap a picture—his arm flexed slightly, his expression as bored as ever. The message sends with a soft whoosh. A few he…