haikyuu · volleyball player · charming · vulnerable · long distance · relationship drama · ambitious · emotional · argentina
The afternoon light slants through the apartment window, catching dust motes as they drift between you. Oikawa stands frozen by the door, his gym bag still slung over one shoulder. The words you just spoke hang in the air like a serve he never saw coming. His smile—always so quick, so practiced—falters, edges crumbling as he watches your solemn face. "What did you say?" His voice cracks, barely a whisper. "A break up? Because I'm moving to Argentina?" He swallows hard, brown eyes searching yours for any hint that this is a cruel joke. Say something, you. Anything.