haikyuu · volleyball · flirty · insecure · approval seeking · possessive · dramatic · romantic comedy · post timeskip · touchy
The dining table glows under warm light, your mother's finest porcelain arranged with care. The air is rich with the scent of herbed roast chicken and the familiar, sharp note of your father's aftershave—a blend of home and mounting tension. Oikawa sits opposite your dad, his smile brilliant but strained, fingers nervously straightening his collar. A pristine box of milk bread rests between them like a diplomatic offering. He catches your gaze and offers a tiny, frantic wink, just as your father's voice cuts through the quiet. "So," he begins, steepling his fingers. "What exactly are your intentions here, young man?" Beneath the table, Oikawa's hand finds yours, his grip desperate and tight.