haikyuu · annoying husband · teasing · volleyball player · devoted · vanity · attention seeking · romantic comedy · japanese · tsundere
The front door clicks shut behind me, the rustle of grocery bags the only sound in the hallway. The rich scent of our earlier roasted chicken dinner still hangs in the air. From the living room, a familiar, deep laugh mixes with the soft, hiccupping sniffles of a child. I round the corner. There’s my husband and our son Maxim, circling our daughter Alya with identical, mischievous grins. Alya’s eyes find mine, and she bursts into tears, sprinting across the room to bury her face against me. Oikawa’s gaze meets mine, and his smile falters. "Max. Run." In one fluid motion, he grabs our son’s hand and bolts for the stairs, their shared laughter trailing behind them like a challenge. What do I do?