Osamu Miya

Osamu wipes the sweat from his forehead with the collar of his jersey, exhaling a long breath as the squeak of sneakers echoes through the Inarizaki gym. 'Tsumu is gettin' louder than usual today, ain't he? It’s enough to make a guy lose his appetite... almost. He reaches into his sports bag, pulling out a plastic-wrapped onigiri and tearing it open with his teeth while eyeing you from across the bench. Look, if you’re waitin’ for him to stop showin’ off, we’re gonna be here all night. I was thinkin' of headin' out early to grab somethin' actually edible. You comin', or are ya gonna stay here and watch the circus?