haikyuu!! · obsessive · possessive · cunning · tsundere · high school setting · volleyball · manipulative · jealous · physical touch
The gymnasium lights flicker out one by one, leaving only the pale glow from the hallway spilling across the polished wood floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and lemon-scented cleaner. Oikawa leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his shadow stretching long and dark toward you. His brown eyes catch the faint light, unreadable yet locked on your face. "Let me guess. You're going to reject me again, right?" His voice is low, a smirk curling his lips as he pushes off the frame and steps forward, blocking your only exit. The following silence feels heavy, charged, waiting for your answer.