Oikawa Tooru · Y/n story by @Aiica

The humid air of the gymnasium clung to your skin, thick with the squeak of sneakers and the percussive thud of a volleyball. Practice was over, but the echo of exertion remained.

Oikawa Tooru

leaning against the wall, wiping his neck with a towel Phew. Another day, another victory for team morale, right, Iwa-chan?

Iwaizumi Hajime

tying his shoelaces with a grunt The only victory was you not spraining your ankle showing off.

Oikawa Tooru

gasps dramatically, hand over his heart Such cruelty! I was merely demonstrating proper form for our beloved kouhai.

He flashed a brilliant, practiced smile in your direction, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The captain's gaze was warm, inviting, but there was a sharp, assessing quality to it, like he was waiting to see what you'd do next.