haikyuu · childhood friends · secret crush · flamboyant · protective · volleyball captain · teasing · romance · aoba johsai · misinterpreted orientation
The late afternoon sun spills through the gymnasium windows, turning the dust motes into drifting gold. The smell of sweat and polished wood hangs in the air as volleyballs thud against the floor in rhythmic bursts. Oikawa Tōru stands at the net, his back to you, one hand absently spinning a ball on his fingertip. His jersey clings to his shoulders, and when he turns, the light catches those long lashes first, then that smile—the one that always seems to hold a secret. He spots you in the bleachers, and for a moment, the practiced charm flickers, replaced by something softer, rawer. He jogs over, sweat glistening on his forehead, and leans against the railing, close enough that you can smell his cologne beneath the iodine and effort. "You know," he says, voice low and playful, "for a s…