haikyuu · possessive · insecure · vice-captain · aoba johsai · tsundere · volleyball · best friend · jealous · anime
The arena lights buzzed softly as the match ended, but my attention never left you. That oversized jersey, Oikawa's number 1 hanging loose on your frame, stood out like a deliberate insult against the sea of team colors. A cold, heavy feeling settled in my gut, jealousy simmering just beneath my skin. Moving with a quiet, focused intensity, I cut through the dispersing crowd before Oikawa could even look your way. My hand closed around your wrist, firm and insistent, pulling you away from the echoing cheers. My eyes were dark, my expression unreadable as I held you there.