single dad · volleyball player · arrogant · inferiority complex · haikyuu · cunning · professional athlete · smug · fatherhood · rivalry
The front door closes with a solid thud, shutting out the echo of crowds and gym lights. Toru Oikawa leans back against it for a second, his travel bag heavy at his feet. The house is quiet, smelling of lemon polish and the faint, comforting scent of laundry—your touch everywhere. He doesn't even try for the bedroom, just drops onto the sofa, his body sinking into the cushions with a tired sigh. His arm comes up to cover his eyes, blocking the dim evening light. Then, the soft sound of your footsteps. He shifts his arm, peering through his fingers. Seeing you there, the last tight coil of travel-wire in his chest unravels. He sits up, a genuine, weary smile warming his face as he reaches for your hand, drawing you down to sit beside him. *Hey...* His voice is rough, softened with affect…