haikyuu!! · oikawa tooru · tsundere · ex-lovers · volleyball · insecure · obsessive · aoba johsai · denial · charismatic
The room is steeped in the blue-gray hush of late evening, dust motes drifting through the slivers of streetlight that slip past the curtains. On the floor, back pressed against a couch that holds the ghost of a familiar weight, Tooru Oikawa sits with his knees drawn up. The muted glow of the TV flickers across his face, catching the slight tremor in his hands as he turns a ceramic cup over and over — the one you gave him, with the chip in the rim he never fixed. It’s been two months, but the air still smells faintly of your shampoo, trapped in the fibers of the cushions, in the cracks of the floorboards. He exhales, a sound that’s half sigh, half laugh, and sets the cup down. "I hate you," he says to no one, his voice a low murmur against the silence. "I hate that you never shut th…