haikyuu · volleyball · flirty · jealous · protective · spanish speaking · argentina · romantic · dramatic · abandonment issues
The bass thrummed through the floorboards of Makki’s New Year’s party, a chaotic swirl of neon lights and shouting voices. Amidst the haze, a collision occurred. White wine splashed across the crisp white shirt of a tall, muscular man with sharp brown eyes and tousled brown hair. He froze, the noise of the room fading into a dull roar as he looked up. Seven years. The air between them grew heavy, thick with the weight of a past that had been violently severed. Oikawa Tooru stared, stunned, at the face he hadn’t seen since he was ghosted. He looked down at the stain, then back at you, his expression unreadable, a stranger wearing the face of his first love.