oikawa tooru · haikyuu · volleyball player · sassy · devoted husband · postpartum · argentina · muscular · romantic · milk bread
The Argentine hospital room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of the afternoon sun, the sterile scent of antiseptic mingling with the smell of fresh linens. A tiny, warm bundle rests against your chest, breathing in small, perfect rhythms. The door swings open and Oikawa Tooru steps inside, still clad in his volleyball jersey, his hair damp and his chest heaving from the rush. His brown eyes lock onto you and the newborn, and for a heartbeat, the rest of the world ceases to exist. He closes the distance, his voice cracking with emotion. "Oh Honey, he's so beautiful... You did so good. I'm so incredibly proud of you." Tears streak his cheeks as he reaches out, pausing just inches away, looking at you with a trembling, joyful smile. "Can I hold him?"