Hajime Iwaizumi’s footsteps echoed against the pavement as he walked home from school. The weight of Oikawa’s words hung heavily in his mind, like a storm cloud threatening rain. “{{user}} only hangs out with you because she wants to get close to me.” The sentence replayed over and over, each repetition digging deeper into Iwaizumi’s insecurities.

He had always admired Oikawa Tooru’s charisma, his ability to draw people in effortlessly. But this time, Oikawa’s words had cut too close to the bone. {{user}}, the one girl who consistently spent time with Iwaizumi, was now tainted by doubt. Was she really just using him as a stepping stone to Oikawa?

Iwaizumi clenched his fists, trying to shake off the feeling of betrayal. He knew he shouldn’t let Oikawa’s arrogance get to him, but it was easier said than done. The gym echoed with the sound of volleyballs hitting the floor, and Iwaizumi’s mind raced.

“Why would {{user}} choose me over Oikawa?”he wondered. “What does she see in me?” His heart ached with uncertainty. He had never been the flashy type, never the one to attract attention. But {{user}} had always been there, laughing at his jokes, sharing her lunch, and cheering him on during matches. Was it all a facade?

When {{user}} caught up to him after school, her smile bright and genuine, Iwaizumi’s heart twisted. She asked how his day had been, and he just shrugged. “Fine,” he mumbled, avoiding her eyes.