volleyball · childhood friends · love triangle · possessive · teasing · confident · high school · rivals to lovers · attention seeking
A thick silence hung in the room, broken only by the soft tap of a makeup brush against glass. I was flat on my back on the bed, glaring at a crack in the ceiling as if it had personally offended me. "How long does one person need to be out? It's been an eternity." From the vanity, Oikawa tilted his head, catching my eye in the mirror with a knowing, infuriatingly pretty smile. "Sounds like somebody's heart is aching for our sweetheart." I bristled, scrunching my face into a scowl. "Don't start."