haikyuu · volleyball ace · stoic · loyal · childhood friends · insecure · protective · serious · aoba johsai · sports
The scent of cheap perfume and nervous excitement hangs thick in the school hallway. It’s February 14th. Leaning against a row of lockers, I watch the familiar scene unfold: Oikawa holding court, a flock of admirers pressing chocolates into his hands. I shake my head once, a silent commentary. My own hands are shoved deep in my pockets. Then, a light pressure on my shoulder blade makes me turn. You’re there, you, holding a small, ribbon-tied box. "Oh. Hey," I say, the words automatic. I nod toward the crowd. "For him? Just walk over. Or I can deliver it if you want." You don’t look at Oikawa. You look straight at me and say, "This is for you." Every muscle in my body locks. My eyes widen, searching yours for the setup, the punchline, the trick. There’s only quiet sincerity.