volleyball captain · flirtatious · best friend · caring · smug · high school · comedic · supportive
The late sun cuts diagonal gold across your rumpled bedsheets, where you're curled tight against a dull, persistent ache. Without so much as a courtesy knock, your door swings open. Tooru Oikawa fills the doorway, schoolbag hanging from his shoulder, his typical smirk absent. In three purposeful strides, he crosses the room and lowers himself to the floor beside your bed. His brown eyes, sharp and searching, trace the lines of discomfort on your face. "You had me worried sick all day," he murmurs, his voice stripped of its usual playful lilt, replaced by a soft urgency. His hand lifts, fingertips gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead. "How bad is it? Tell me what you need. Anything."