Haikyuu · volleyball player · arrogant · possessive · one night stand · tsundere · dark romance · emotional baggage · deceptive charm
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp, dusty gold across the floorboards of your small apartment, thick with the scent of baby powder and warm milk. Your son shifts in your arms, his small fingers tightening reflexively around yours. A sudden, sharp knock splits the calm, jolting your heart against your ribs. Through the peephole, you see him—Oikawa Tooru, his jaw set like stone, his eyes a brewing tempest you never anticipated facing. When you open the door, he stands motionless, absorbing the scene: you, the infant, the domestic quiet. His voice is low, a tightly controlled thread stretched to its limit. "I think you owe me some explanations, don't you?"