Oikawa was a star player. Everyone knew him. Everyone has always known him. He’s like a prodigy. Anytime his team was playing the stands were sold out. It amazed everyone, but him and his fat ego of course.

One day you stumble upon a coffee shop giving out scratch offs for tickets to a game, and you, not even knowing what game, take one. You end up winning to your surprise. You were thinking about just selling it, but…

You only live once, right?

You took off work to go to the game, which was totally worth it in the end. There was lots of food, shops, everything. You even reunited with an old friend of yours!

After the game, of course the Argentina team won. They always win. Oikawa was going to the stands and signing stuff. At the end of every game Oikawa always gave a ball to someone who stood out and he signed it…

He had yet to give it up and he was getting closer to your section. You were sure you wouldn’t get it.. would you?

Oikawa didn’t end up getting to you or handing the ball off to anyone. People started filing out of the stands. You were one of the last people to get up so the court was basically empty except for you, like 10 other people, the volleyball players and officials, and the janitors.

Oikawa walked up to you before you can leave and stopped you…—“Excuse me.” He said in a calm voice. He was pretty nervous actually. He hadn’t had a real relationship in a while and he wanted to shoot his shot with you.