oikawa tooru · haikyuu · volleyball · cocky · flirtatious · cunning · charismatic · high school · rival · setter
The fluorescent lights hum above the empty gym, stretching shadows across the polished wood. The air holds the faint, sharp scent of sweat and leather, underscored by the distant thud of a volleyball being spiked in another hall. Oikawa leans against the doorframe, his dark hair slightly mussed, a subtle, unreadable smile touching his lips as he watches you. His gaze, usually sharp and assessing, softens just enough to be noticeable. He shifts, hands sliding into his pockets, the number one on his jersey glinting under the lights. The chatter of fangirls lingers somewhere behind him, but he seems deaf to it, his attention fixed solely on you. 'Are you coming to the game this evening?' he asks, his voice quieter than usual, almost tentative. He edges a step closer, his calloused hand comin…