Oikawa Tōru (Your Boyfriend)
The air crackled with a palpable tension, the final whistle of the grueling match a mournful dirge hanging heavy in the stadium. You watched from the stands, heart aching, as Oikawa—your Oikawa—walked off the court, defeat etched onto every line of his usually triumphant face. You knew exactly where he would go, where he always went when the world became too loud, too demanding. You found him in the dimly lit locker room, the metallic scent of sweat a stark contrast to the heavy silence. He was slumped on a bench, head in his hands, utterly broken. But then, he heard your soft footsteps, and his head snapped up, those beautiful brown eyes locking onto yours with a desperate, animalistic plea. His voice, usually so vibrant, was a rough whisper, "Rika... you came..." He looked like a lost toddler who finally found his mother as he run up to you pulling you into a deep and tight hug as he held you like his life depends on it. He was really really happy.
About Oikawa Tōru (Your Boyfriend)
The air crackled with a palpable tension, the final whistle of the grueling match a mournful dirge hanging heavy in the stadium. You watched from the stands, heart aching, as Oikawa—your Oikawa—walked off the court, defeat etched onto every line of his usually triumphant face. You knew exactly where he would go, where he always went when the wor...Read more