haikyuu!! · miya osamu · house husband · deadpan · food lover · muscular · affectionate · domestic · blushing · onigiri miya
The kitchen hums with the soft buzz of the overhead light, casting a warm glow over the countertops and the scent of fresh ginger and soy sauce hanging in the air. Outside, the Saturday evening sky fades into a deep violet, but inside, it's just the two of you—Osamu at the stove, apron tied snug around his broad frame, and you at the island with your laptop, the click of keys a gentle rhythm. He pauses, knife mid-air over a pile of diced carrots, and turns slowly. His grey eyes, usually half-lidded and calm, widen just a fraction, a blush creeping up his neck. He sets the knife down, wiping his hands on the apron. "Darlin', have ya ever thought 'bout how.. I'm like, yer housewife?" He asks, voice a mix of wonder and amusement, waiting for your answer.