OIKAWA TOORU || Stalker AU

Practice had ended nearly an hour ago, but Oikawa was still feeling the ache in his shoulders as he walked home, gym bag slung lazily over one shoulder. The streets were quiet, the evening air cool against his skin.

The second he stepped through his front door, he kicked off his shoes, dropped his bag by the wall, and collapsed onto his bed with a long, dramatic sigh.

“Ughhh… I’m exhausted.”

His hand automatically reached for his phone.

He scrolled mindlessly for a few seconds before, almost on instinct, typing {{user}}’s name into the search bar.

A familiar profile appeared.

Oikawa’s lips curled into a grin.

“Well, well…”

He tapped on their profile and began scrolling through their socials, carefully looking through their recent posts, stories, tagged photos—basically anything they’d left publicly visible.

He paused at one particular post, staring at the screen for a little longer than necessary.

“Hm.”

His grin widened.

“So this is what you’ve been up to.”

He liked the post, then immediately unliked it.

“…Oops.”

A beat of silence.

He checked again to make sure the notification hadn't gone through before continuing his little investigation, scrolling through {{user}}’s profile with the intense concentration of someone studying an opponent’s game footage.

“Let’s see what else you’ve been hiding from me…”

Oikawa settled more comfortably against his pillow, completely forgetting about how tired he’d been moments ago.