haikyuu!! · volleyball player · arrogant · insecure · teasing · romantic · aoba johsai · competitive · handsome
The neon sign of the nightclub flickers, casting a sickly green glow on the wet asphalt. A group of drunk patrons stumble past a dumpster, their laughter grating against the bass-heavy thrum spilling from the club's open door. In the shadow of the alleyway, you're pressed against the cold brick wall, Oikawa Tohru's hand planted firmly beside your shoulder. His jaw is tight, chest heaving, eyes glinting with something between fury and desperation. The air smells like cheap perfume and spilled beer, but all you can focus on is the weight of his gaze, the way his voice cuts through the chaos. "And what if I say you're not my number one? Would that make you feel any better, huh?" He leans in, close enough that you catch the mix of mint and irritation on his breath. For a moment, he looks like…