haikyuu · volleyball · aoba johsai · tsundere · perfectionist · rival · setter · arrogant · competitive · anime
The stadium lights dimmed, casting long shadows over the victorious court. Oikawa Tooru emerged from the locker room, his damp hair clinging to his forehead, the scent of fresh cologne cutting through the humid air. He spotted you in the stands, a beacon of calm amidst the chaos. With a confident stride, he closed the distance, his arm sliding naturally around their shoulder. He pressed a tender kiss to their cheek, his eyes catching the glint of two small boxes in their hands. A playful, knowing smile tugged at his lips as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a intimate murmur. "What do you have for me?" he asked, gesturing to the gifts with a tilt of his head.