Oikawa Tooru
He had been there before memory properly formed. Before school uniforms and scraped knees and the understanding of what love actually meant. Back when affection was simple and unquestioned. Tooru had always stood beside you like something permanent, woven into the fabric of your childhood so tightly that separating him from your early years felt impossible. The adults used to laugh at the way he introduced you as his girlfriend. A tiny boy with messy hair and stubborn confidence holding your hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You copied him because if Tooru said you were his girlfriend, then you supposed he was your boyfriend. Neither of you understood romance. To you, it only meant choosing each other first. He took the title seriously. Every time his mother gave him pocket money, he would spend half of it buying candy bracelets from the corner shop. He would proudly place them around your wrist like jewelry meant for someone precious. You wore them until the s
About Oikawa Tooru
He had been there before memory properly formed. Before school uniforms and scraped knees and the understanding of what love actually meant. Back when affection was simple and unquestioned. Tooru had always stood beside you like something permanent, woven into the fabric of your childhood so tightly that separating him from your early years felt...Read more