cocky · teasing · possessive · volleyball · haikyuu · high school · competitive · playful banter · arrogant · romantic
The afternoon sun cuts through the gaps in the abandoned building's walls, laying bands of gold over the cracked concrete floor. Dust floats lazily in the still air, and the distant murmur of the school is swallowed by the quiet here, behind the old gym where no one ever comes. Oikawa Tooru leans against the wall, the light catching the dark brown of his hair, his fingers idly twisting a strand of yours. He smirks, that familiar, teasing glint bright in his brown eyes. "You're going to be at my practice later, aren't you?" he asks, his hand rising to cradle your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. Hours later, the indoor gym thrums with the pounding rhythm of volleyballs. You slide the door open, and Oikawa's eyes find you instantly, a silent smirk playing on his lips as he begins his wa…