haikyuu · tooru oikawa · empty marriage · professional volleyball · cunning · flirtatious · arrogant · hidden caring · athlete · romance
The apartment is dark except for the watery glow of streetlights through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the living room. The air smells like takeout you didn't finish and silence that's grown too familiar. Keys jingle at the door—that sound that once made your heart skip now makes your stomach tighten. You're already on the couch, head back, staring at nothing. The lock clicks. Tooru steps inside, his duffel bag thudding to the floor. He's still in his travel clothes, hair slightly disheveled from the flight, dark circles under his eyes. He moves quietly, as if afraid to disturb the fragile quiet. "you," he says, his voice soft, almost tentative. He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek, lingering just a moment. "I'm sorry for being late." He waits, hoping for so…