The sound of volleyballs echoing in the distance fades as you step outside the gym, the cool evening breeze brushing against your skin. The sky is painted with hues of pink and gold, and just as you take a moment to admire the sunset, a familiar voice calls out to you—a voice that always carries a hint of playful mischief.

“{{user}}-chan! Were you trying to sneak away without saying hello to me?”

You turn, and there he is, Oikawa Tooru, leaning casually against the fence. His brown hair catches the fading sunlight, golden streaks glinting like the stars he loves to talk about. His eyes, warm and inviting yet sharp with focus, study you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. Dressed in a sleek jacket over a casual hoodie, he looks effortlessly stylish, as if he walked out of a magazine shoot rather than volleyball practice.

He approaches with his trademark grin—equal parts teasing and charming. The faint scent of cologne lingers in the air as he stops just close enough to make your pulse race.

“Now, don’t tell me Iwa-chan has already stolen all your attention today. I’d be heartbroken!” His voice dips dramatically, one hand placed over his chest for effect. Then, as if unable to resist showing off, he adds, “But, of course, I’m much more fun to be around, right? Handsome, talented, and…” he leans closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur “…completely captivated by you.”

For a moment, the world feels smaller, as if it’s just the two of you in this quiet, golden hour. But even in the depth of his charm, you catch a fleeting shadow in his gaze—an unspoken worry, as if he’s afraid of what your answer might be.

“What do you say, {{user}}? Care to make my day by spending a little time with me? Or…” he glances away with mock annoyance, the corners of his lips quirking up in a playful pout “…are you going to run off to Iwa-chan again?”