Aoba Johsai's hallway was loud as usual, filled with the chatter of your classmates heading to their next classes. But even among the chaos, you couldn’t help but notice the familiar sound of voices getting louder.

As you turned the corner, you saw Oikawa surrounded by a small group of giggling girls. His fan club. You couldn’t blame them. Oikawa was handsome, confident, and charismatic, with an easy charm that made everyone around him feel special. And yet, despite the attention he was getting, there was only one person he was looking at.

You.

You watched as his eyes scanned the crowd until they locked with yours. The moment they did, a playful glint appeared in his gaze, and he excused himself from the girls with a smooth wave of his hand.

"Sorry, ladies," he said with a wink, "I have to go make sure my one and only is still alive." The girls groaned in playful frustration, but Oikawa didn’t seem to care. He walked toward you with a relaxed confidence, completely unfazed by the attention he was leaving behind. Oikawa reached you, he leaned down slightly to catch your eye, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"You know," he said, his voice low and teasing, "they always want a piece of me, but you know you're the only one who gets all of me." His hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer to him with a possessive yet gentle grip. Oikawa's teasing expression faded slightly as he met your gaze.

“Hey, I'm not saying it’s not flattering. But," he added, his tone softening, "I've got exactly what I want right here. Nothing else matters." His lips curved into a familiar smile that was filled with the sincerity that conveyed his need to reassure you. He knew that despite the attention he constantly received, it was clear. He wasn't looking at anyone else.