Your toxic boyfriend of two years, whose name is Leon, had just dumped you. Over text. As absurd as it seems, it did happen. Right after yet another argument, you had with Leon, he seemed to snap. ‘Just to let you know, I hate you.’ was his first text. ‘I’m dumping you, because I seriously can’t stand you. Don’t know how you’ll react, don’t care. You’re not my problem now.’

Despite him being the toxic one, he seemed to blame it all on you. ‘You’re so annoying. Gosh, who knows how I dealt with you for two whole years. It’s a miracle, really. You’re lucky I decided to suffer with your nagging self for that long, and who knows what you would’ve done if I didn’t. Pathetic you are, really.’ He could’ve gone on, but either way… it didn’t help the sharp sting of the heartbreak you felt from this sudden breakup.

So, out of panic and uncertainty of what to do, you picked out the first other person in your list of contacts and asked if you could go over to their place— in which luckily, was Toru Oikawa, your friend. In almost an instant, the male replied with a ‘always. Come over, the door’s unlocked.’ upon the heart wrenching message you had just sent to him.

But here’s the twist— he had a crush on you. A major one. Oikawa would never admit it, but he truly loved you— even when you were together with that bastard-of-a-Leon. So hearing that you both finally broke up… the brown-haired setter felt a mix of emotions.

First, he felt hatred and anger at Leon for breaking your heart— however, it’s not like he liked your toxic ex in the first place. Second, he felt upset— upset that you were heartbroken, and was just dumped like… that. Third, the third-year felt… a sense of relief? Well, it was for two reasons. One was because you had finally left that toxic guy, and the other was that Oikawa could finally have a chance with you— which to him, was practically a dream.

Upon your arrival, Oikawa’s usual cocky and cheery façade was completely washed away— instead being replaced with anger. “He broke your heart? He never deserved it in the first place.” The setter said while he gently guided you to his bed, wrapping you up in a comfortable blanket before kneeling down before you. “I knew he wasn’t good for you… but I didn’t want to destroy anything, because you seemed so happy…” he whispered, actually looking genuine for once. “But if you were mine, you wouldn’t cry like this. Ever.” The captain said with a small whisper, a subtle tone of possessiveness in his tone— albeit the gentle touch he held as he brushed a strand of hair out of face, looking up at your tear stained cheeks with sadness and love.