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You had first met Oikawa Tooru in your first year of high school, and your first impression of him had been less than stellar. 

You’d encountered him on the way to the volleyball gym, where you were headed in order to express interest in the manager position that had recently opened for the boy’s volleyball team. You weren’t much of an athlete yourself, but you’d always enjoyed the excitement and energy of a good game. 

He’d been surrounded by a small group of girls clamoring for his attention when you saw him. He was happily chatting with each of them, seemingly feeding off the attention. He spotted you across the path and flashed you a smile and a wave, like he expected you to join his little group of fans. But you only raised an eyebrow and kept walking, thoroughly unimpressed. 

Upon arriving at the gym, you introduced yourself and chatted briefly with the coaches, agreeing to watch today’s practice and help out where necessary. There didn’t seem to be anyone else looking to become Seijoh’s manager, so you were feeling pretty good about your chances. 

You would feel significantly less good, however, when that prettyboy from earlier walked into the gym. The absentminded smile on his face turned into a look of surprise when he finally noticed you. 

“You’re the one who just ignored me!” he exclaimed. 

“I didn’t realize I owed you my undivided attention,” you quipped back.

Oikawa didn’t respond, apparently too surprised by your attitude to answer. He didn’t have to, though, as another first-year team member, presumably his friend, came up to the two of you and spoke.

“It’s about time someone reminded him of that,” he said. He introduced himself as Iwaizumi Hajime, and the growing pain in your neck as Oikawa Tooru. You introduced yourself as well, and the three of you continued to chat for a while. Well, you and Iwaizumi did, anyway. Oikawa seemed to be too busy pouting over your dismissal of him to add much to the conversation.

“So what brings you to the volleyball gym, anyways?” asked Iwaizumi after a while.

“I’m looking to fill the manager position, and seeing as there really aren’t any other candidates, I’ll probably get the spot,” you explained.

This seemed to grab Oikawa’s attention. 

“You mean we’re gonna be stuck with you?” he asked incredulously. 

Iwaizumi looked like he was going to scold his friend’s total lack of manners, but you beat him to it. 

“And just what is that supposed to mean, exactly?” you fired back, hands on your hips. “Don’t think I’ll let you get away with saying shit just because you’re pretty.”

Iwaizumi chuckled. “Yeah, I think we’re gonna get along just fine.”

The conversation ended there, seeing as the coaches called the team over to the court to start practice. 

Your initial impression of Oikawa was that he was a self-centered idiot. While that wasn’t completely untrue, it was also clear there was a lot more to him than that. He obviously had a passion for the sport, and he was certainly good at it, if the deafening thwack of his serve hitting the other side of the court was anything to go by. 

But the most shocking thing you noticed was how effectively he fit in with the rest of the team. While he was still a bit of a showboat, you could see that he made sure to communicate with his teammates, learning what sets worked for them and what didn’t. He was a team player, a stark contrast to what you expected from someone who seemed to feed off of being the center of attention. 

It would appear that Oikawa wasn’t as simple as he seemed, and it seemed like it would take you a while to really figure him out. 

You’d just have to keep watching him.

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Being Aoba Johsai’s manager was hectic, but it was also rewarding in ways you hadn’t expected it to be. It came with the companionship of the whole team, something you came to value more than you thought you would, and you’d taken to affectionately calling them ‘your boys’. That said, it also meant you were the one who had to wrangle them when things started getting out of hand. But that was part of the job, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

But they were really pushing their luck. 

Oikawa had asked Kyotani to return to the volleyball club, and to say things were chaotic would be a gross understatement. There was no denying Kyotani was a strong player, but they called him Mad Dog for a reason- he wasn’t exactly a team player. Iwaizumi was doing a decent enough job of keeping him in check, but it wasn’t hard to see it was starting to grate his nerves. 

He wasn’t the only one, though, not by a long shot. Yahaba looked ready to strangle him, and even Oikawa’s usually casual demeanor had an edge to it, though you suspected that had more to do with the fact that Kyotani listened to Iwaizumi but not him. 

It was fine though, practice was about finished and the team was starting their cool down stretches. 

Following their stretching and the cleanup of the gym, you had a brief sidebar with Kyotani, reminding him for the nth time that volleyball is a team sport. Though only receiving a grumbled acknowledgement in response, you really hoped it would finally stick this time. With that hope in mind, you then caught up with Iwaizumi and Oikawa to walk home. 

“That was quite the practice,” you commented, falling in step beside them.

Iwaizumi scoffed in amusement. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Aw, come on guys,” started Oikawa, “our little mad dog can still be trained” he lilted. 

You snorted a laugh. “Easier said than done. But I suppose if your inflated ego can be contained, there’s hope for him yet,” you teased. 

Oikawa looked at you with indignation. He then turned to Iwaizumi, who was failing to hide a smirk. 

“If you’re waiting for me to disagree, it’s gonna be a long walk.”

Oikawa’s offence turned into a pout. “That’s no fair, you guys are ganging up on me!” he whined. 

You were still giggling as you answered him. “Aw, don’t worry ’Kawa, we know you mean well.”

He was still pouting, but all of you knew your bickering was lighthearted. He really is like a petulant child, you thought. It was endearing though, or at the very least it was more tolerable than the fake smiles and grand gestures he used to impress his fans. 

The three of you kept chatting until about halfway through the walk, where you turned a different direction to go home than the other two. You bid them goodbye and continued walking, this time accompanied only by your own thoughts. 

You considered all of the members of the Seijoh team your friends (whether they liked it or not), but the more you thought about it the more you realized you didn’t really know much about Oikawa. 

It was obvious he had a passion for volleyball, that much is clear. It was also clear he cared about his teammates, despite the near constant teasing between them all, yourself included. 

You knew a lot about him as a player, but you wanted to know him as a person, too. But that had always proved to be harder than it seemed. Oikawa cared a lot about what people thought about him, so getting to see his true colors was something few people were privy to. 

You weren’t sure if you qualified as one of those people, but you always found yourself wanting to be. 

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“Why are you watching him like that?”

You blinked at Iwaizumi. “Like what? I’m your manager, it’s my job to watch you guys,” you answered. 

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes at you. “You’ve been staring at Loserkawa over there for like 15 minutes.” 

Had you really? You weren’t necessarily embarrassed about it, but the fact that Iwaizumi had noticed made you realize you weren’t quite as subtle as you thought. 

“Are you interested in him or something?” he asked.

“Well, yeah. He’s an interesting person,” you answered honestly, returning your focus to the court. Iwaizumi muttered something under his breath, but you were too engrossed by the practice match to catch what it was. 

Even practicing with a college team, Oikawa was able to use his sets to bring out the best in each spiker despite only having played a few rallies. His judgement while on the court was impressive, and you couldn’t help but wonder how well those abilities translated off the court. 

He certainly knew how to please a crowd, but it always seemed disingenuous to you, like he was trying a bit too hard. He almost always had a smile on his face, but rarely did they meet his eyes. You’d thought about asking him about it, but that seemed like it’d be rude. It’s fine though, if he wanted you to know, you would. 

You were pulled back to the present when you heard Oikawa laughing at something someone had said. The sound brought a small smile to your face, and brought your thoughts back to what Iwaizumi had said earlier. 

Why were you always so interested in Oikawa? You genuinely didn’t have an answer to that. Well, that little voice in the back of your brain could give you one, but it sure as hell wasn’t one you were willing to think about too hard. Not yet, anyways. 

Luckily for you, practice had just finished, so you didn’t have to dwell on it as you helped the team clean up the gym. 

Once that was finished up, Oikawa came up to you and started chatting like he always did. 

“So, what do you think? Any reviews from our lovely manager?” he chirped. 

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove. “You’re really fishing for praise today, huh?” you teased. He pouted. “But yes, you did well today,” you conceded. “Being able to work well with your teammates is an important skill, especially for the setter. Not everyone can do it that effectively.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was almost surprised by your direct compliment. But he recovered quickly, and was back to his usual demeanor before you had time to dwell on it. 

“But of course! What kind of setter would I be if I didn’t capitalize on all our players' strengths?” he said, his usual charm and sense of self-importance back at full capacity. 

“Yeah, yeah. Just be sure to remember that during the Spring High Qualifiers,” you reminded him. “Anyways, I’ve got some errands to run before heading home, so I’ve gotta head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

He nodded, and you patted him on the shoulder before turning and heading out of the building. 

With your back turned, you didn’t see the ghost of a genuine smile on his face. 

Though he hated to admit it, even to himself, Oikawa realized he wasn’t the most genuine person in the world. But it wasn’t his fault, he had a reputation to uphold! His self-proclaimed “icy-cool image” wasn’t going to maintain itself, even if the whole volleyball team knew he was full of it. 

Which was why he didn’t understand why it was so different with you. With every conversation of playful banter and lighthearted teasing, he found his facade slipping a little more than he was used to. 

He didn’t understand how someone could be so transparent, but that’s just how you were. Not trying to hide or impress anyone, you simply just were. It was a quality he almost admired, if only because it was one he lacked himself. 

But he wasn’t able to spend too much time dwelling on it, as Iwaizumi called out to him with an annoyed expression on his face. 

“Oi, Lazykawa, are you coming or should I lock you in here?”

Oikawa only grinned at his friend. “Now now, Iwa, there’s no need for that,” he chirped, but Iwaizumi only rolled his eyes and grumbled something about ‘pretty boys taking their sweet-ass time’. 

Once they’d started walking, Iwaizumi spoke again. 

“So what’s up with you? You’re acting more emptyheaded than usual,” he commented. Oikawa bristled slightly at the insult, but ultimately chose to ignore it. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t give me that crap. You’ve been quiet ever since we left practice.”

Oikawa didn’t answer right away, instead choosing to mull it over. It was a fair question, but he still didn’t have a straight answer. Sensing his friend’s reluctance, Iwaizumi spoke up again. 

“It wouldn’t happen to be about your little crush, would it?”

Oikawa’s brain short-circuited. Crush? He didn’t have a crush. Did he? Would he even know if he did? Countless questions floated through his head, but all he could manage to get out was,

“Huh?” 

Iwaizumi’s expression shifted to one of exasperation. “You must be even dumber than I thought. You’re kidding, right?” he questioned. Seeing how utterly clueless his friend still looked, Iwaizumi sighed and decided to spell it out for him. 

“You look at her like she hung the stars in the sky. And you’re a hell of a lot more sincere talking to her than anyone else,” he explained. 

The gears were starting to turn in Oikawa’s head. 

“...We are talking about [Name], right?”

Iwaizumi looked at him with clear irritation. “Obviously, idiot.”

He hated to admit it, but the more he thought about it, the more Iwaizumi’s words made sense to him. He might’ve figured it out on his own eventually, but now that simple fact was staring him in the face.

He had a crush on you. 

Shit.

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You’d been dwelling on your conversation with Iwaizumi for a few days now, and were starting to come to a conclusion you were only now ready to admit to yourself. You might’ve realized it for a while now, but you hadn’t been able or willing to confront the reality of the situation until now. 

You liked Oikawa Tooru. 

Under any other circumstances you might’ve been proud of yourself for admitting it, even if only to yourself, but your little revelation really couldn’t have come at a worse time. With the Spring High Qualifiers starting tomorrow, tensions and nerves were starting to surface in everyone, and the last thing you wanted to do was add your little crush into the mix. 

So you kept on with your manager duties like you always did, acting like there wasn’t more on your mind than usual. It seemed to work well enough, the increased workload keeping your mind and hands busy, and if anyone did catch on to your nerves, they’d probably just chalk it up to pre-tournament jitters. 

Unless, of course, they didn’t.

You’d just finished filling up water bottles when Hanamaki and Matsukawa came up to you. 

“Hey guys,” you greeted, handing them each a water bottle. After taking a drink, Matsukawa spoke. 

“So what’s got you so distracted?” he asked casually. 

You froze for a split second (something that did not go unnoticed by Hanamaki, if the subtle raise of his brow was any indication) before shrugging. 

“Not anything in particular, really. Just anticipation for the Spring High Qualifiers, I guess,” you replied, trying to convince yourself as much as you were them. 

Judging by the barely-disguised disappointment on both their faces, this is not what they wanted to hear. 

You narrowed your eyes at them. “Just what were you expecting me to say?” you asked, already having a solid clue as to the answer. They didn’t answer immediately, and the conspiratorial look they shared did not go unnoticed by you. 

“Oh, nothing,” answered Hanamaki. “Just looking out for our wonderful manager is all.”

You’d known both of them long enough to know that they were up to something, but you decided to let it go this time. The last thing you wanted was these two poking around where they shouldn’t; there would be no end to their teasing. 

“If you say so,” you said. 

You heard your name called from across the gym, cutting your conversation with Matsukawa and Hanamaki short. Bidding them a quick “I’ll see you later,” you headed over to where you were needed for the seemingly endless list of things you had to do.

This very conveniently placed you out of earshot for Matsukawa and Hanamaki to keep talking about you. 

“So you think she finally realized?” asked Matsukawa.

“I think she did. And I think Oikawa’s had a bit of a revelation himself,” answered Hanamaki, glancing over to their captain. The pair was quiet for a while, contemplating what to do with this new information. 

“Bet you ¥2000 Oikawa does something about it first.”

“Yeah, right. You’re on, Matsu.”

The next day came sooner than you would’ve liked it to. Arriving early at the school, you made sure to triple-check that everything was in order; the last thing you needed was to have to turn around for some stupid reason.

By the time you’d ensured everything was accounted for, the team had arrived, and you all piled onto the bus. Since you were one of the last ones to board, by the time you got on the only seat left was next to Oikawa, which you had a sneaking suspicion was done purposefully. 

It wasn’t a big deal though, you’d sat next to each other plenty of times before, and there’d likely be plenty more times in the future. 

“So are you feeling ready?” you asked him once the bus had started moving. 

He grinned at you. “Of course. The only team that’ll really be a match for us is Shiratorizawa.”

You admired his confidence, even if you didn’t completely share the sentiment. 

“Well let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you reminded him, “there’s still plenty of teams to get through before we can play those guys.”

The smile on his face didn’t falter. “You worry too much. With all the practice everyone’s done, we’re in great shape to win this thing. Not to mention you have me here as your fearless leader,” he said with a flourish. 

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics, but couldn’t hide the smile on your face. 

“I’m gonna hold you to that, captain.”

True to his word, Oikawa led Aoba Johsai through the first few games of the tournament. Date Tech’s infamous iron wall had given you some trouble, but your boys broke through and managed to win the game in straight sets, with Iwaizumi scoring the winning point. Now there was only one more match before the finals.

Against Karasuno high school.

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You were going to have a heart attack. 

It was the third set in the match against Karasuno, and neither team was giving an inch. Seijoh had gotten to 24 points first, but Karasuno kept up and made it a deuce; now they had match point. 

The plays in the next rally were astounding, no matter what side of the court you were on. It was Karasuno’s serve, and you could barely keep up with the receives both sides made to send the ball back over. But it was after Makki’s receive when your heart stopped. 

By all accounts, the ball was going out. But Oikawa had other ideas. Pointing directly at Iwaizumi, Oikawa set the ball straight to him, his momentum crashing him into some tables right after. But Iwaizumi’s spike was received, and kept in play. Several incredible receives followed, and Karasuno’s number 9 and 10 were setting up for their freak quick attack. It wasn’t over, though; they’d still have to get through Seijoh’s triple block. But they did get through, and Oikawa failed to receive it. 

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was as deafening as the silence that followed. Then the whistle blew, and the crowd exploded. The final score was 26-24.

Aoba Johsai had lost. 

With as much dignity as you could muster, you and the rest of the team left the gym. Some of the boys split from the group, either heading to the bathrooms or just giving themselves some space, and you certainly couldn’t blame them. Everyone would regroup to load up the bus when it arrived. 

You yourself had wandered over to the vending machine, then made your way over to a bench to collect your thoughts. 

Every member of your team had played wonderfully, but it still hadn’t been enough to win. The defeat was felt by everyone, if their tears and yours were anything to go by. 

But there was one member of Aoba Johsai who hardly ever shed tears, and today was no exception. You supposed that was just another part of Oikawa you had yet to understand. Maybe it just came with the title of being captain. Even so, despite the lack of tears, it was clear he was just as torn up about it as the rest of you.

He might’ve been better at concealing it than the others, but even through his usual facade the frustration and disappointment in his eyes was clear as day. 

Still, you had no doubts that he and the rest of the team would work past this defeat, even if it was the last game for you and the other third years. 

Eventually everyone regrouped in the lobby, and made their way to the bus. 

The bus ride back to the school was quiet. Save for the occasional sniffle, the only sound was the bus moving along the pavement.

You were once again seated next to Oikawa, but there was none of the playful banter there had been on the way there. 

Still, you wanted to at least try to lighten the mood, even if it seemed like it would be in vain.

“Hey,” you said quietly, gently placing a hand on his arm. “You doing okay?”

He didn’t answer you. He didn’t even look at you, and the way he stiffened under your touch did not go unnoticed by you. 

You couldn’t really fault him for it, but his ignoring you stung more than you cared to admit. Withdrawing your hand, you made the rest of the trip in silence. 

Arriving back at the school, you gathered with the rest of the team and coaches for the team meeting, not that there was really much to be said. You still had to bring everything back to the club room afterwards, so that’s what you did. 

As you were going to leave, you noticed that the lights in the gym had been switched back on; you had a decent idea as to who it might be. Sure enough, when you opened the doors, Oikawa was there hitting serves. You stood leaning against the doorframe watching him for a while before speaking up. 

“So are you going to talk about it?” you asked, finally pulling his attention. He pursed his lips before answering you.

“Not really sure what there is to talk about,” he said flatly.

You sighed, pushing off the door frame and walking over.

“Well how about how you’re feeling, for starters,” you offered, standing in front of him. He didn’t answer right away, not that you expected him to. You knew you’d have to be patient with him; Oikawa wasn’t exactly known for his emotional vulnerability. 

An almost pained look crossed his face before he spoke. 

“Players like Kageyama and Ushijima… their natural talents are incomparable to anything I could do,” he said quietly, far quieter than you’d ever heard him speak before. 

The insecurity that was usually so well hidden was now painted across his features. It hurt to see him like this; all this self-doubt clearly didn’t belong among all his wonderful qualities.

“Tooru,” you said gently, the use of his first name pulling him out of the spiral he seemed to be working himself into. You made sure he was looking at you before continuing.

“Listen to me. You are one of the most hardworking people I have ever met, and an amazing setter. Other players might have natural talent, but talent can only take you so far if you don’t have the drive to do anything with it,” you told him. Your tone was gentle but firm; you’d never been more sure of anything in your life. 

If Oikawa looked like he was going to cry before, he definitely was now. Once your words sunk in, he pulled you into his arms like his life depended on it. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, you felt the quiet sobs that left him. Ignoring the wetness on your shirt, you just held him, gently rubbing his back. 

You’re not sure how long the two of you stayed like that, but eventually his sobs reduced into sniffles. Pulling away but not completely, you gently took his face in your hands. 

“Don’t let one defeat make you forget your passion,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. 

You don’t know who moved first, but suddenly your lips were connecting as your fingers tangled into his hair and his arms circled your waist. 

It was wonderful; it was more than you’d ever felt before. His lips were warm and soft against yours, and he made you feel like you were the most important person in the world. It was as if you’d found the missing puzzle piece; with the gentle tickle of his breath against your skin and your fingers in his soft hair, you knew you didn’t ever want to let him go. 

But all good things must come to a close, and the two of you separated, breathless but with an unmistakable warmth in your chest. 

Oikawa placed his forehead against yours, noses nearly touching but not quite, and a soft but unmistakably genuine smile graced his face. 

“I think I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he finally said. You hummed in response. 

“I think I have, too.”

You could’ve stayed there in his embrace forever, but the universe (or rather, your teammates), had other plans. 

The moment was broken by the sound of the gym doors opening.

“Well it’s about damn time.”

It was Iwaizumi who had spoken, and Matsukawa and Hanamaki were right behind him. 

You felt your face flush pink after having been caught by your friends. Sparing a glance at Oikawa, he seemed to be feeling similarly. The two of you finally pulled apart completely, trying to look as presentable as possible despite it being incredibly obvious what had just transpired. 

“We were all going to go out for ramen if you two can keep your hands off each other long enough to join us,” said Matsukawa, clearly very amused with the whole situation. 

You might’ve still been a bit flustered, but you were able to compose yourself enough to keep up with his teasing. 

“Aw, there’s no need to be jealous, Matsu. I’m sure you’ll find someone who’ll put up with you someday,” you teased.

Matsukawa’s grin didn’t falter, despite the snickers from everyone else. 

“So are you guys coming or not?” asked Hanamaki. 

“But of course,” answered Oikawa, “We wouldn’t miss it.”

The pair of you finally moved to join them, but not before Oikawa took your hand in his own. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as everyone made their way out of the gym, chatting animatedly despite still having today’s defeat in the back of their minds.

You were glad to have such supportive friends, even if you did see Matsukawa hand a smug looking Hanamaki a wad of cash.

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Making things official with Oikawa hadn’t brought too many changes in the way you interacted with each other. One thing you did notice, however, was how physically affectionate he was. Whether it was holding hands, a peck on the cheek, or resting his chin on your shoulder from behind when he wanted your attention, Oikawa always seemed to find a reason to be near you, not that you were complaining. You appreciated his company, even if the rest of the team teased you for it. 

You loved him, really you did, but he was making a real fool of himself right now.

You’d managed to convince him to attend the finals match between Karasuno and Shiratorizawa, with him only really agreeing because he “wanted to see someone lose”. 

That said, he still insisted on wearing fake glasses (bought “accidentally” of course), and was walking crouched behind you with his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to hide himself. His reasoning, if you could call it that, was that after making such a fuss about not going to attend the match, he didn’t want to seem ‘dishonest’ should any of his teammates see him here.  “Whatever makes you feel better,” you’d told him. 

You’d finally made it to your seats, but not before earning some weird stares from passersby, not that you could blame them.

The two of you watched the game together, chatting and providing commentary where you each saw fit. 

It was sometime in the fourth set when someone spotted the pair of you. 

“I didn’t expect to see you two here.”

It was Iwaizumi, who’d come up from behind you and spoken. Choosing to ignore the way Oikawa just about jumped out of his skin, you turned around to greet him. 

“Hey, Iwa. I managed to convince him to come watch with me,” you told him. Iwaizumi hummed in response before turning to Oikawa.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to watch either team win,” he told him. Oikawa made a face before answering.

“Yeah, and I still don’t. I came to watch someone lose.”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes at his friend and took the empty seat to your right. “You really are a piece of crap sometimes, you know that?”

You giggled at their bickering before speaking. “Now now, boys, play nice,” you teased. There were muttered noises of agreement, and the three of you resumed watching the game.  

Regardless of anyone’s personal feelings about the teams playing, it really was an impressive game. Playing well into the fifth set, both sides pulled off some very impressive plays. 

In the end though, it was Karasuno who won and would be going to the Spring Nationals. You were happy for them, or as happy as you could be when they had knocked Aoba Johsai out of the bracket. 

No one in your little group really wanted to stick around for the awards ceremony, so the three of you started making your way out of the gym, but not without some choice words regarding Ushijima from Oikawa. Though not as vocal as he was, privately you shared the sentiment, and you’d be willing to bet Iwaizumi did too. 

Navigating through the crowd, the three of you left the building chatting amongst yourselves. Somehow, the topic of conversation had shifted to you and Oikawa. 

“It sure took you both long enough to figure it out,” said Iwaizumi. “I mean really, I had to watch the two of you dance around each other for nearly all of high school.”

You blinked owlishly at him before turning to look at Oikawa, who wore a similar expression. The two of you looked back at Iwaizumi expectantly for an explanation, but he only shook his head.

“Honestly. The only people who didn’t realize how you felt were the two of you. Even the first years figured it out. Matsukawa and Hanamaki even had a bet to see who would do something about it first,” he explained.

“So that’s what that was about,” you said. That last part hadn’t been surprising, but everything before it was news to you. Had the two of you really been that obvious? In hindsight, yes, you absolutely had been, but it didn’t seem so clear at the time. 

Oikawa had started on what felt like an unconvincing attempt at justifying his actions (or lack thereof), but you were only half-listening. A fond smile crawled its way onto your face as you watched him. 

There were still a number of things about Oikawa that were a mystery to you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Maybe some things were best left unsolved.