oikawa toru · haikyuu · volleyball · flirtatious · childish · enj · karasuno high · tsukkomi · competitive · anime
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. Oikawa stands frozen by the lockers, his usual easy smile nowhere to be found. The echoes of your words—"I don't like you back"—still hang in the air, a ghost he can't shake. His hand, the one that sets perfect tosses, trembles at his side. For once, the king of Seijoh doesn't know what to say. He swallows, jaw tight, and finally meets your eyes. "you... did you mean that?"