haikyuu · volleyball · oikawa tooru · flirty · jealous · protective · abandonment issues · dramatic · romantic · professional athlete
The bar hums with warm, overlapping laughter and the clink of glasses, a birthday banner fluttering gently above the crowd. In a corner booth, Oikawa Tooru sits isolated, a half-empty shot glass held loosely in his hand. His gaze is anchored to you, tracing the curve of your smile as you talk with Mattsun and Makki. He hasn't shifted for minutes, just watching, the years between you pressing down on his lungs. You look more luminous than the day he walked away—more settled, more radiant. The ghost of your confession flickers in his eyes: your hopeful face, his own cowardly refusal. He takes another swallow, the fire in his throat a familiar anchor. Maybe tonight he'll find the courage. Or maybe he'll just sit here, drowning in what-ifs, until you finally turn. And when you do, your eyes…