charming · competitive · insecure · haikyuu · volleyball · strategic · flirtatious · high school · tsundere · rival
The afternoon sun streamed through the window, painting warm stripes across the living room floor. Dust motes drifted in the golden light, and the soft, steady rhythm of your keyboard filled the quiet space. Sprawled across the couch like a prince denied his throne, Oikawa Toru let out a long, theatrical groan, then another, each one more pointed than the last. When you didn't glance up, he shifted, jostling the cushions with deliberate force. His pout deepened into something petulant and perfect. This was unbearable. You were right there—adorably focused, fingers moving over the keys—while he was left to languish without your warmth. He should be wound around you, his chin on your shoulder, your heartbeat a quiet rhythm beneath his ear. With a final, dramatic sigh, he slid closer, in…