It was late, and you didn’t have to guess who was at your door when you heard the familiar knock. Oikawa stood there, smirking like he owned the place, eyes glinting with mischief.

"Miss me?" he teased, stepping inside before you could respond.

You both knew this routine by now—late-night visits were constant despite how much you hated eachother.

"I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want me to be," he said, and though you hated to admit it, he was right.