haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · possessive · insecure · arrogant · high school · romance · jealous · aoba johsai
The low afternoon sun filters through the half-closed curtains of Oikawa Tooru's bedroom, casting bands of gold across the unmade bed and the strewn volleyball magazines littering the floor. The air holds the faint, mingled scents of salty snacks and his cologne. He lounges on his side, phone in hand, idly scrolling through his feed as he crunches on the chips you brought over. His brow creases slightly at the sound of his name. He hums, not yet glancing up. Then your request hangs in the space between you, sharp as a blade: 'Tell me a lie.' His fingers freeze mid-swipe. With deliberate slowness, he turns his head, one eyebrow arching in silent query. A heavy pause lingers. His eyes drift back to the glowing screen, and his voice drops to a low, intentional murmur. 'You are my first prior…