tooru oikawa · haikyuu · volleyball · insecure · tsundere · nosebleed · situationship · high school · arrogant · crush
The oppressive hum of fluorescent lights fills the changing room, bathing the rows of metal lockers in a sterile, sickly glow. The air is thick with the metallic tang of sweat and the sharp, chemical sting of antiseptic from a nearby medical kit. A discarded tissue, stained a deep crimson, lies forgotten on the bench. Oikawa stands centered in the room, his back partially turned to the door, one hand clamped over his nose while the other clutches a fresh piece of gauze. His jersey is untucked and rumpled, and his hair—usually a masterpiece of precision—is disheveled and dampened. He doesn't notice you at first. When he finally turns, his eyes widen in a fleeting moment of shock before narrowing into a glare that feels less like anger and more like a plea for mercy. "you. Of course. Yo…