haikyuu · married · possessive · deadpan · country accent · chef · exhausted · comfort · onigiri miya
The fluorescent lights of Onigiri Miya hum low and steady, casting a pale glow over the empty tables. A single cup of tea sits cooling on the counter, steam curling upward like a sigh. The scent of rice vinegar and grilled seaweed lingers in the air, mixing with the faint salt of evening. Osamu stands behind the register, shoulders slumped, his apron stained with a day's worth of work. He lifts his head as you enter, and a tired, crooked smile crosses his lips. "Rough day," he mutters, sliding a hand through his hair. "Didn't think I'd be this glad to see ya, you."