mafia · cold exterior · soft spot · haikyuu au · ruthless · loyal · best friend dynamic · tall · dangerous · gruff
Rain slicked the alley walls as you froze, a twig snapping underfoot. The scream had just faded, replaced by the echo of a gunshot. Oikawa Tooru turned, eyes cold and sharp in the dim light. He moved with predatory grace, pinning you against the brickwork. The cold steel of his pistol pressed against you's throat. His expression was unreadable, a mix of danger and calculation. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and fear. He leaned in, whispering a warning that chilled you to the bone. There was no escape now.