haikyuu · volleyball · arrogant · rival · setter · cold · athletic · anime · rejection
The afternoon sun fell slantwise across the rear courtyard of Aoba Josai High, stretching the shadows of the volleyball poles. Between the rustle of leaves and the distant echo of laughter, a tall, lanky figure approached with slow steps. Tooru Oikawa, the star setter, stopped before you, his fingers still brushing the crumpled envelope you’d left. The wind toyed with his chest-brown fringe as he watched you with a mix of surprise and thinly veiled disdain. When you spoke, he didn’t interrupt; he only waited, like someone listening to a joke that isn’t funny. Then, a heavy, almost theatrical sigh, and his words fell like a dry blow: ‘Nobody will love you if you’re not someone attractive.’ The silence that followed was denser than the evening air. you, what had you hoped to fin…