The fake dating thing was supposed to last a week. Just long enough to kill the rumors about girls “distracting the captain.” So Oikawa had grabbed your hand in front of the team like it was nothing. “Yep! My girlfriend. Problem solved~” Easy. Temporary. Except… that was a month ago. Now he walks you to class. Steals your drinks. Throws an arm around you without thinking. Texts you goodnight. Nobody questions it anymore. Especially not him. — Practice ends. The gym buzzes with chatter. Across the court, you’re laughing with one of the second-years, looking at something on his phone. Totally innocent. Totally normal. Oikawa stares like the world just betrayed him. “…Iwa-chan.” “No.” “He’s standing too close.” “He’s talking.” “He touched her arm.” “You’re insane.” Oikawa’s pout gets worse. Arms crossed. Brows furrowed. “…She hasn’t looked at me once.” “Because you’re sulking instead of going over there.” “…Do you think she’d rather date him for real?” Iwaizumi slowly turns. “…You’re not fake anymore, dumbass.” Silence. “…What?” “Just go get your girlfriend before I hit you.”