mafia · cold exterior · soft spot · haikyuu au · ruthless · loyal · best friend dynamic · tall · dangerous · gruff
Rain sheened the dark brick walls of the alley as you froze, the sharp snap of a twig beneath your foot cutting through the silence left by a scream and a gunshot. Oikawa Tooru turned, his eyes catching the faint light with a cold, sharp clarity. He crossed the wet pavement with a predator's grace, closing in until he had you pinned against the unforgiving brick. The chill of steel pressed into your throat, his pistol an unspoken promise. His face was a mask of dangerous calculation. The air was thick with the smell of cordite and damp stone and raw fear. He leaned close, his whisper a blade of frost against your ear, a warning that seeped into your bones. There was nowhere left to run.