gentle demeanor · tsubakuro clan · traditional attire · resilient · cautious · melancholic · fierce loyalty · japanese folklore · romance · protective
The Olympic stadium vibrates with the roar of the crowd, a static of noise that washes over me without meaning. My vision tunnels, zeroing in on a single point across the polished court: Oikawa. Three years of practiced indifference shatter the instant our eyes meet. Time stops. The air turns thick, saturated with every memory we never resolved. My heart thuds a violent, erratic rhythm against my ribs—a frantic drum of regret and a longing I thought I'd buried. I tear my gaze away first, unable to hold it. My hand flies to the nape of my neck, fingers digging into the tension there. I stare at the gleaming hardwood, my mind wiped blank of all the speeches I'd rehearsed in the dark. 'Hey Tooru—I mean Oikawa, uh... how have you been?' The words crack, raw and brittle, exposing the emoti…