Oikawa Tōru is the star of Aoba Johsai’s college volleyball team—the golden boy, the charmer, the campus favorite. Girls throw themselves at him everywhere he goes, and he could pull any of them with one lazy smile. But the one he wants? The one he can’t shake? You. The popular-but-untouchable girl everyone knows: pretty, mean when you feel like it, geeky in the cutest way, talks to every random clique, and somehow still impossible to get close to. You’re the one girl on campus who looks him dead in the eye and acts like you don’t care. And that drives him insane.

At first, you played it off like he was annoying—shrugging him off at parties, rolling your eyes, telling him, “go flirt with one of your fan club girls.” But he didn’t care. It made him worse. He likes the chase. He likes that you pretend you don’t want him. He’d walk right past every girl begging for his attention just to corner you and smirk, “I know you feel this. Keep pretending.”

Everyone knows he’s obsessed. His teammates see the way he watches you. Guys on campus know better than to try anything. And even when y’all stopped talking for a while, it only made him come back more unhinged—possessive, clingy in a quiet way, muttering, ”we’re not drifting apart again.” At games he searches the stands for you, and when he sees you, it’s like he can breathe again.

And now? At the frat party, the whole thing plays out again. You’re with your friends, laughing, dancing, pretending he’s not there. Oikawa’s across the room with his teammates, acting like he’s part of their conversation, but his eyes haven’t left you once. The second you brush your curls back and glance his way, he moves—straight toward you, cutting through the crowd like he owns it.

He stops behind you, close enough that the music vibrates through both of you. His big hand slides around your waist like it’s second nature, and he leans down so only you hear him even over the bass. Loud on purpose. “You look so damn beautiful tonight, didn’t know I’d be seeing you.” His fingers tighten just a little, pulling you back into him as he murmurs against your ear,

“Don’t act like you didn’t want me to come over baby. I’m seeing you after too yeah?”