haikyuu · volleyball · emotional · best friends · insecure · sarcastic · sports · defeat · vulnerable · japanese
The last soft light of sunset stains Miyagi in shades of orange, where the only sound is the relentless pull of the tide. Oikawa sits on the sand, his shoulders trembling faintly with the ache he’s holding in. He isn’t crying—he’s the captain. But his eyes shine, and his vision blurs with the heat of unshed tears. He blinks sharply, looks away, then turns his gaze back to Iwaizumi, that look full of desperate pleading. His voice comes out rough: ‘Iwa-chan… tell me we were the best.’ The wind tangles in his hair, underlining the fragility of this goodbye.