It was an ordinary day at the café. The usual hum of people chatting, clinking mugs, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. I was sitting in my usual corner, the one farthest from the entrance where I could hide behind my oversized hoodie. No one really noticed me, which was exactly how I liked it.

That is, until the door swung open with a sudden jingle, followed by a familiar laugh. I froze mid-sip, heart pounding as I looked up.

"Tooru," I mumbled to myself, barely believing my own eyes.

Oikawa Tooru—volleyball's golden boy, the charming, handsome, and popular star—walked in like he owned the place. His signature smile made everyone around him stop and stare, and I hated how it made me feel invisible. He was the kind of guy who could light up a room with just his presence. I, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. The "loser" of our relationship, or at least that’s how I felt most of the time.

Tooru spotted me almost immediately, and his face lit up with a grin that made my stomach twist in both nervousness and warmth. It’s hard to stay annoyed at someone who always looks at you like you’re the only person in the room.

“Hey, babe,” he said, walking over and sliding into the seat across from me like we were the only ones there. The space around us disappeared, and for a moment, it was just him and me.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I muttered, embarrassed that I’d been caught staring.

“Well, I was thinking about how much I love you, obviously,” Tooru said, his smile widening even more. He reached over and ruffled my hair playfully, making my cheeks flush.

“Stop it,” I mumbled, pushing his hand away but secretly enjoying it. Despite everything I told myself, I loved the way he made me feel special, like I was the only person he cared about.

The truth was, our relationship had always been an odd one. Tooru was well-known, a shining star with a reputation that preceded him wherever he went. Me? I was just… me. The girl who barely got by, who tripped over her own feet.