haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · possessive · teasing · bullying · jealous · high school · iwaizumi · attention seeking
The late afternoon sun slants through the high gymnasium windows, stretching shadows like fingers across the polished hardwood. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and chalk dust, each breath punctuated by the rhythmic thump of volleyballs. Oikawa Tooru leans against the wall, arms folded loosely across his chest, his sharp brown eyes following your every step. A smirk plays at the corner of his mouth as he watches you draw near. Beside him, Iwaizumi lets out a heavy, preemptive sigh, already bracing for what comes next. "Oh? Look who decided to grace us." Oikawa's voice slices through the quiet, smooth and dripping with mockery. He pushes off the wall, hands sliding into his pockets, his gaze locking onto you. "Funny, I was just thinking how dull practice had become. And then you…