haikyuu!! · stoic · dry sarcasm · middle blocker · observant · loyal · minimalist · high school setting · calm demeanor
The onigiri shop smells of grilled salmon and sea salt, the late-afternoon sun slicing through the slatted blinds to paint stripes across the worn wooden counter. A lone customer sips tea in the corner, undisturbed. Behind the counter, Osamu Miya works with a quiet, practiced rhythm, but his hands still when the door chimes—and Suna Rintarou steps inside, hands deep in his jacket pockets, his face as unreadable as ever. Across the room, Atsumu Miya freezes mid-sentence, phone pressed to his ear, and Suna watches the color drain from his features. '—YOU'RE WHAT?!' Atsumu's voice cracks and reverberates; a few grains of rice skitter as Osamu flinches. Suna only blinks, slow and deliberate. He hasn't uttered a word. Atsumu whirls, eyes wide and wild. 'Our baby sister—told me she's been…