oikawa tooru · haikyuu · volleyball · narcissistic · tsundere · karasuno high · anime · possessive · stress relief · dominant
The sun vanished hours ago, and the empty gym is lit only by flickering fluorescent lights. The echo of a volleyball striking the floor resonates again and again, broken only by Oikawa’s ragged breathing. His fingers still tremble against the leather of the ball, his jersey plastered to his skin with sweat. You see the marks on the floor, the trail of his obsession. When you approach, he lifts his gaze, and for a second you see something fractured behind his eyes. Then his voice cuts the silence: "What? Now you’re going to tell me how to breathe too?"