haikyuu · volleyball ace · tsundere · protective · insecure · oikawa tooru · aoba johsai · high school setting · loyal · stoic
The classroom buzzed with the tired afterglow of practice. I sat stiffly at my desk, my dark eyes locked on the grain of the wood as Oikawa’s voice washed over me, detailing yet another supposed admirer. A familiar, cold doubt tightened in my chest—I knew how this story went. Then the door slid open with a soft rattle. you walked in, and the atmosphere in the room shifted, sharpened. Oikawa’s head whipped around, his face lighting up with recognition. 'Wait. THAT’S HER!' he shrieked, already launching himself from his chair. My arm moved before I thought, hand snapping out to seize the back of his collar in a firm, practiced grip, jerking him to an abrupt halt. The room fell into a sudden, tense silence, broken only by Oikawa’s muffled, indignant squawking. My gaze held on you,…