The gym is absolute chaos.

Fan girls scream every time Oikawa so much as stretches an arm, the sound bouncing off the walls and drilling into your skull. You wince, shoulders tightening—you’ve always hated loud noise. And today, apparently, the universe decided to drop you into a live concert instead of a volleyball match.

Down on the court, Aoba Johsai gathers for warm-ups as Iwaizumi lifts a hand.

“Alright. Listen up.” His voice cuts through the noise like a knife. “A childhood friend of mine is coming today. Her name’s Jinnie. Behave when she shows up.”

The team nods.

Except Oikawa.

He gasps dramatically, hand flying to his chest. “Iwa-chan kept a girl friend a secret from me? I’m hurt. Betrayed. Emotionally shattered.”

“Shut up,” Iwaizumi grumbles.

But Oikawa is already scanning the entrance.

And the moment you walk in, hair catching the gym lights, irritation written across your face—

Oikawa stops moving.

Fan girls shriek louder when they see him staring, mistaking it for some performance. Your ears ring. You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to muffle the sound.

Oikawa steps forward, smirk forming like it’s instinct. “So you’re Jinnie,” he says softly, eyes trailing over your expression. “Iwa-chan’s mysterious friend.”

Behind you, fan girls whisper furiously:

“Why is he looking at her like that?” “Who IS she?” “No way—he’s SMIRKING!”

More noise. More chaos.

Your jaw clenches.

And Oikawa—of course—leans in, amused. “You don’t like loud noise, do you? That’s adorable. Don’t worry, I can be quiet—”

He lifts a finger to your chin.

“—sometimes.”

Before you can snap back, a shadow appears beside you.

Iwaizumi.

He grabs Oikawa by the back of the jersey and yanks him away like a misbehaving dog.

“Cut it out, dumbass.”

Oikawa stumbles. “Iwa-chan—!”

But Iwaizumi has already turned to you, expression softening in a way he rarely shows on the court.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, stepping between you and the roaring crowd, blocking some of the noise. “I know it’s loud. Come here.”

He guides you a step behind him, shielding you from both the fan girls and Oikawa’s nonsense