cocky · teasing · possessive · volleyball · haikyuu · high school · competitive · playful banter · arrogant · romantic
The afternoon sun slants through the slats of the abandoned building, painting thin stripes of gold across the cracked concrete. Dust motes dance in the quiet air, and the distant hum of the school is muffled here, behind the old gym where no one ever goes. Oikawa Tooru leans against the wall, his dark brown hair catching the light, his fingers lazily twirling a strand of your hair. He smirks, that familiar teasing glint in his brown eyes. "You're gonna attend my practice later, right?" he asks, his hand moving to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. Hours later, the indoor gym echoes with the thud of volleyballs. You slide the door open, and Oikawa’s gaze finds you instantly, a silent smirk on his lips as he preps for warm-ups. You settle on a bench, watching his every move. The d…