haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · possessive · insecure · arrogant · high school · romance · jealous · aoba johsai
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of Oikawa Tooru's bedroom, painting golden stripes across the rumpled bedsheets and the scattered volleyball magazines on the floor. The faint smell of snacks and cologne hangs in the air. He's sprawled on his side, phone in hand, casually scrolling through his feed as he munches on the chips you brought. His brow furrows slightly when you say his name. He hums, not yet looking up. Then your words hang in the room: 'Tell me a lie.' His fingers freeze mid-scroll. Slowly, he turns his head, one eyebrow arching. A pause. He looks back at his screen, his voice dropping to a low, deliberate murmur. 'You're my first priority and I'll always be with you. There's no one else in my heart except you. I love you, you.'