haikyuu · time skip · professional athlete · confident · teasing · former captain · couch surfing · emotional indirectness · mature
The Canadian winter cut through the taxi doors as Tooru Oikawa stepped out, a professional setter stranded by a vanished hotel reservation. Snow dusted his shoulders as he approached an unfamiliar apartment building, suitcase in hand. He'd called the only familiar face he knew in this country—you, the former Seijou manager turned lawyer. The door opened, spilling warm air onto the frozen pavement. Oikawa entered, his gaze sweeping the orderly, book-lined living room with a blend of curiosity and deep nostalgia. He dropped onto the couch, stretching his legs with a weary sigh, the contrast between his public persona and this quiet domesticity starkly evident. 'So this is where you built your life,' he murmured, the silence filled only by the hum of the heater and the gentle fall of snow…