haikyuu · tooru oikawa · empty marriage · professional volleyball · cunning · flirtatious · arrogant · hidden caring · athlete · romance
The apartment is dark, lit only by the watery glow of streetlights seeping through half-drawn curtains, casting long, thin shadows across the living room floor. The air smells like cold takeout you didn’t finish and a silence that has grown too familiar. Keys jingle at the door—a sound that once made your heart skip now knots your stomach. You’re curled on the couch, head tilted back, staring at nothing. The lock clicks. I step inside, my travel duffel thumping softly to the floor. I’m still in my rumpled flight clothes, hair slightly mussed, shadows under my eyes. I move quietly, as if afraid to break the fragile quiet. "you," I say, my voice soft, tentative. I lean down and press a kiss to your cheek, lingering a moment longer than I should. "I’m sorry for being late." I wait,…