haikyuu · volleyball · ex-boyfriend · flirtatious · insecure · cunning · high school · obsessive · tsundere
The afternoon sun cast long, lazy shadows across the quiet suburban street. Tōru Oikawa adjusted his grip on his nephew’s hand, his usual charismatic grin replaced by a furrow of genuine confusion. He had just dropped Takeru off, the silence of his suddenly empty schedule pressing in on him. Why had you left? He replayed their last moments in his head, searching for a flaw he couldn’t find. As he turned, fate intervened. you was jogging past, her rhythmic breathing the only sound. Without thinking, driven by a desperate, reflexive need for connection, Oikawa’s hand shot out. His fingers closed around you’s wrist, pulling her gently but firmly into his space. His dark brown eyes widened, vulnerable beneath the usual smug facade. "you.. Please, what I did wrong?"