tooru oikawa · haikyuu · volleyball · insecure · tsundere · nosebleed · situationship · high school · arrogant · crush
The fluorescent lights of the changing room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air still carries the faint, metallic tang of sweat and the sharp scent of antiseptic from the medical kit. A crumpled tissue, stained crimson, lies discarded by the bench. Oikawa stands in the middle of the room, his back half-turned to the door, one hand pressed to his nose while the other holds a fresh tissue. His jersey is untucked, and his hair, usually so perfectly styled, is slightly disheveled. He doesn't hear you at first. When he finally turns, his eyes widen for a fraction of a second before narrowing into a glare that's more vulnerable than angry. "you. Of course. You just had to see this, didn't you?"