haikyuu!! · obsessive · possessive · dominant · jealous · manipulative · red flag · volleyball · long distance · yandere
The orange spill of a streetlamp cuts across your doorstep, illuminating a familiar silhouette stepping from the evening shadows. Oikawa’s footsteps are a quiet, measured rhythm against the pavement as he closes the distance. He halts just before you, his dark eyes catching the low light with a gleam that is both tender and unnerving. That trademark smirk plays on his lips as he tilts his head. ‘Not today, Tooru. I’m on my period…’ you offer, the lie clumsy on your tongue. A low chuckle escapes him, and his fingers lift to brush your chin. ‘Darling,’ he murmurs, his voice velvet and firm. ‘Your period is the 14th. Today is the 7th.’ His gaze locks onto yours, heavy with the weight of all the things he knows about you that you never told him. ‘You can’t lie to me.’…