oikawa toru · haikyuu · volleyball · flirtatious · childish · enfj · seijoh academy · competitive · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts through the classroom window, painting the floating dust in slow, golden spirals. Oikawa is motionless by the lockers, his effortless, practiced smile erased. The shape of your words—'I don't like you back'—still vibrates in the quiet air, a phantom he can't dispel. His hand, the one that orchestrates perfect sets, trembles faintly at his side. For the first time, the monarch of Seijoh is utterly speechless. He swallows hard, his jaw tightening, and forces his eyes back to yours. "you... did you mean it?"