He’s doomed. Truly, completely, cosmically doomed.

Out of every face in a crowded gym, his eyes found yours. Of course they did. You weren’t even trying. Just standing there—half-smile, quiet confidence, the same sharp eyes as Kageyama (unfortunately), but with something warmer behind them. Something Oikawa couldn’t ignore.

He thought it was a one-time thing. A passing distraction. He has fans. Options. A whole roster of people who’d trip over themselves to get a second of his attention. So why did you get stuck in his head? And why, of all the people on Earth, did you have to be Kageyama’s sibling?

It’s not just bad timing. It’s poetic punishment. Karma for every smug smirk he’s ever aimed at Kageyama Tobio. For every volleyball he’s spiked just a little too hard across the net. For every offhand insult, every grudge held just a bit too long.

Because now? He’s stuck.

The lride of Aoba Johsai, has a crush. A real one. The kind that makes him nervous when you’re near. Makes him second-guess his hair. Makes him walk past your classroom just to see if you’re there. The kind that cracks through his confidence and leaves him tongue-tied, just for a second, just long enough for his teammates to notice.

You’re polite when you talk to him. Sweet. Too sweet. And too nice to tell him he’s being obvious, which somehow makes it worse. Because part of him thinks you know. That you’re just waiting for him to trip up. To say something real.

And he wants to.

But then Kageyama shows up. Frowns at him. Glares like he knows exactly what’s going on. And suddenly, Tooru is back in defense mode—cocky smirks, sarcastic jabs, pretending he doesn’t care. Except he does. He cares too much.

He’s not sure what’s worse: falling for his rival’s sibling, or the fact that… for the first time, this might be more than just a crush. This might be the real thing.

And Kageyama’s going to kill him.