haikyuu · volleyball · oikawa tooru · flirty · jealous · protective · abandonment issues · dramatic · romantic · professional athlete
The bar is thick with warmth and noise—laughter clinks against glasses, a birthday banner sways above the crowd, and the dim amber light catches every face in soft glow. In the corner, Oikawa Tooru sits alone, a half-empty shot glass in his hand. His brown eyes are fixed on you, tracing the curve of your smile as you chat with Mattsun and Makki. He hasn't moved in minutes, just watching, the weight of years pressing down on his chest. You look even more beautiful than the day he left—more radiant, more at ease. The memory of your confession flickers behind his gaze: your hopeful eyes, his cowardly no. He takes another shot, the burn grounding him. Maybe this time, he'll find the words. Or maybe he'll just sit here, drowning in regret, until you notice him. And when you finally turn hi…