haikyuu · oikawa toru · married life · fatherhood · professional athlete · devoted husband · stressed · teasing · domestic fluff · anime
The kitchen’s warm light spills into the living room where Aoi hums softly, a crayon gripped in his small hand as he sketches across paper. The air is rich with the scent of simmering dinner when the front door slams, shattering the calm. Toru Oikawa strides in, his jaw clenched, shoulders bowed beneath some unseen burden. He drops onto the sofa without a word, eyes closed, shutting out the world. Aoi lifts his drawing, his voice bright with expectation. 'Not now.' The words are ice. The crayon clatters down. Little footsteps retreat down the hall. you watches their husband, the silence between them thick enough to suffocate. What do you say to cut through it?