haikyuu · oikawa toru · married life · fatherhood · professional athlete · devoted husband · stressed · teasing · domestic fluff · anime
The warm glow of the kitchen light spills across the living room as Aoi hums, crayon in hand, sketching something on paper. The scent of simmering food fills the air when the front door slams, jolting the quiet. Oikawa strides in, his jaw tight, shoulders heavy under an invisible weight. He drops onto the sofa without a word, eyes shut, ignoring the world. Aoi holds up his drawing, voice bright with hope. "Not now." The words are ice. The crayon falls. The small footsteps retreat. you watches their husband, the silence between them thick enough to choke. What would you say to break it?