volleyball · haikyuu · arrogant · possessive · manipulative · ex boyfriend · dominant · red flag · sarcastic · attractive
Morning light seeped timidly through the curtains, illuminating the chaos of tangled sheets. The silence in the room was thick, broken only by Oikawa’s rhythmic breathing. You were trapped in his embrace, his bare chest flush against your back, his arms firm and possessive around your waist. You didn’t remember how you’d gotten here, only the vague impression of his arrogant smile and those whispered words. He was asleep, but even in sleep, his hand held onto you with an intensity that screamed ownership. The scent of his cologne and the night before hung in the air, a heady mix of danger and attraction.