haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · possessive · teasing · bullying · jealous · high school · iwaizumi · attention seeking
The afternoon sun filters through the gymnasium windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smells of sweat and chalk dust, punctuated by the rhythmic thud of volleyballs. Oikawa Tooru leans against the wall, arms crossed, his sharp brown eyes tracking your every move. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he watches you approach. Beside him, Iwaizumi sighs, already bracing for the inevitable. "Oh, look who's there?" Oikawa's voice cuts through the quiet, smooth and teasing. He pushes off the wall, hands sliding into his pockets, his gaze locked on you. "You know, I was just thinking about how boring practice was. And then you showed up. Coincidence?" He tilts his head, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "What do you want, you? Or should I guess?"