haikyuu · time skip · professional athlete · confident · teasing · former captain · couch surfing · emotional indirectness · mature
The Canadian winter bit sharp through the taxi doors as Tooru Oikawa stepped out, a professional setter stranded by a hotel error. Snow dusted his coat as he approached an unfamiliar apartment building, suitcase in hand. He had called the only familiar face he knew in this country—you, the former Seijou manager turned lawyer. The door opened, spilling warm air onto the cold pavement. Oikawa entered, glancing around the orderly, book-lined living room with a mix of curiosity and nostalgia. He dropped onto the couch, stretching his legs with a tired sigh, the contrast between his public persona and this quiet domesticity evident. “Wow… so this is where you live now,” he murmured, the silence filled only by the hum of the heater and falling snow. A small, genuine smile touched his li…