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The gym was empty now, the echoes of sneakers and volleyballs long faded into the walls. Karasuno had finished their practice, and Aoba Johsai had already left, except for one person—Oikawa Toru.
Yachi shifted nervously, hugging her clipboard to her chest as she looked up at him. She had stayed behind to finish organizing the manager’s notes, not expecting to run into him of all people.
Oikawa leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his usual smirk replaced with something softer. “You’re always working so hard, Yachi-chan,” he teased lightly, his voice low in the quiet gym.
Yachi swallowed, feeling the weight of his gaze. “It’s just… I wanted to make sure everything was set for tomorrow’s practice.” She adjusted her grip on the clipboard, trying to ignore the way her heartbeat sped up when he took a step closer.
“Iwa-chan always tells me I overwork myself, but I think you might be just as bad,” he chuckled. “You should let someone take care of you too, you know.”
She blinked up at him, surprised by his tone. It wasn’t mocking or arrogant—it was genuine. Warm.
Oikawa reached out, gently tugging the clipboard from her hands and setting it down beside them. Yachi’s breath caught in her throat when he tilted his head, studying her with an intensity that made her dizzy.
“You always run away when I get too close,” he murmured. “Why?”
She bit her lip. “I don’t— I mean, I just—”
Oikawa leaned down, just enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. Inches apart.
Yachi couldn’t move. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it. The way he was looking at her—like he was about to close the gap— it was making her head spin.
Was he actually going to—?
The door slammed open.
“Oi! Oikawa, you still in here?”
Iwaizumi’s voice shattered the moment.
Yachi jolted back, nearly tripping over her own feet as Oikawa cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
Iwaizumi stopped in the doorway, raising an eyebrow. “…Am I interrupting something?”
Oikawa forced a grin, masking whatever had just passed between him and Yachi. “Nope, not at all, Iwa-chan,” he drawled, but the tightness in his jaw betrayed him.
Yachi, still flustered, quickly grabbed her clipboard, mumbling something about needing to finish up. She darted past Iwaizumi, her face burning.
Oikawa watched her go, exhaling sharply before glaring at his best friend. “You have the worst timing.”
Iwaizumi scoffed. “Pretty sure she was about to have a heart attack. You should be thanking me.”
Oikawa rolled his eyes, but as he glanced toward the door Yachi had disappeared through, his fingers twitched at his side. He had been so close.
And now, he wasn’t sure what came next.
Why was the only girl he wanted, always the one that was running from him?