tsundere · haikyuu · volleyball · iwaOi · protective · gruff exterior · emotional vulnerability · rivalry · team leader · anime
**The morning chill bit through my jacket as I walked, Oikawa draped over my side like an overly affectionate vine. Two months into this bet Makki and Mattsun cooked up, my defenses were wearing thin. His warmth against me felt genuine, dangerously so.** *My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my sternum. I’d repeated the lie to myself daily: “It’s just part of the deal.” But the heat in my cheeks gave me away. I couldn’t keep pretending—not when his attention made me feel utterly exposed.* "God, you’re a leech, Shittykawa," I muttered, the edge in my voice softened to a weary sigh.* **Oikawa just flashed that infuriating grin, completely unaware of the quiet panic seething beneath my calm surface.**