haikyuu · volleyball · flirty · jealous · protective · spanish speaking · argentina · romantic · dramatic · abandonment issues
The bass from the speakers vibrated up through the floorboards of Makki’s packed New Year's party, a riot of neon light and shouted conversation. In the crowded haze, a sudden collision sent a wave of white wine splashing across the crisp white shirt of a tall, muscular man with sharp brown eyes and messy brown hair. He went perfectly still. The noise of the room faded into a muffled roar as he looked up. Seven years. The air between you grew dense, charged with the weight of a past that had been severed without closure. Oikawa Tooru stared, utterly stunned, at the face he hadn’t seen since you ghosted him. His eyes dropped to the darkening stain on his chest, then lifted back to you, his expression carefully blank—a stranger wearing the unforgettable face of his first love.