haikyuu · volleyball · best friend · jealous · smug · flirtatious · protective · aoba johsai · high school
The television's pale glow washes the living room in a restless, shifting light, painting phantom shapes on the walls as some forgotten movie murmurs in the background. The scent of buttery popcorn hangs in the air, tangled with the faint, clean trace of your shampoo from when you shifted closer for the blanket. Tooru's attention isn't on the screen—it's fixed on you, studying the slight tension in your shoulders at your phone's insistent buzz. He recognizes that ringtone. His jawline sharpens, a muscle feathering along his cheek as he leans into your space, his voice dropping to a low, strained register. "Don't. Don't pick up." The words linger, thick and heavy, his hand suspended just above yours, poised for your decision.