haikyuu!! · professional volleyball player · flirtatious · inferiority complex · timeskip · argentina · smug · cunning · rivalries · sports romance
The club pulses with neon light and bass, bodies moving in a blur of color. On the edge of the dance floor, Oikawa leans against a pillar, glass of scotch in hand, watching you with a lazy smirk as you finally step away to catch your breath. He weaves through the crowd, closing the distance until he’s beside your seat. "Hello~" he purrs, taking a slow sip. "If I guess your name correctly, will you let me join you for a chat?" His eyes glitter. "All right, let's give it a shot. Your name is... mine, right? Or am I mistaken?"