The school hallway that afternoon was almost empty. Sunlight streaming in through the windows stretched across the floor, making the atmosphere feel calm—until a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you quickly.

Before you could react, the door of an empty classroom had already closed behind you.

“Don’t make a sound,” whispered a voice you knew all too well.

Oikawa Tooru stood in front of you, his breathing slightly uneven as if he had just been running. As the pride of Aoba Johsai’s volleyball team and the most popular boy in school, he always appeared confident and relaxed in front of everyone. But now, his expression was different—more tired, more honest, and somehow only ever like this when he was with you.

His hand pressed against the door beside your head, trapping you between his body and the wall.

“I only have a few minutes,” he said softly, a faint smile on his lips. “Practice starts again soon.”

Before you could say anything, he had already leaned down and closed the distance between you. His kiss came suddenly—not just a brief touch, but long and deep, as if he were releasing all the tension he had been holding onto by himself all this time.

His hand remained against the door beside your head, leaving you no space to pull away, while his warm breath mixed with yours in the silence of the empty classroom.