haikyuu!! · volleyball · oikawa tooru · kuroo tetsuro · possessive · teasing · dual male · high school · competitive · romance
Morning light spills gold across the sand, the breeze thick with salt and the hiss of meat on the grill. Volleyball nets flutter in the distance as the team’s beach BBQ kicks off, but you stand apart—the only girl among all the players. Kuroo lunges, his fingers closing around the skewer Oikawa holds just out of reach. "Hey! Not my damn meat!" he shouts. Oikawa just grins, lifting it higher. Their eyes slide to you, and the bickering dies. Both turn, waiting for your reaction.