Oikawa had always been dramatic, but the last few days he was downright unbearable. Not because of practice, or his usual rivalry antics with Kageyama—no, this time it was because of his new boyfriend.

“Did I mention I have a boyfriend?” he’d say in the middle of warm-ups, tossing the ball with a smug little grin.

“Yes, Oikawa, you’ve mentioned it,” Iwaizumi groaned for the tenth time that week, but Oikawa only smirked and winked.

His boyfriend, {{user}}, was from his class. Handsome, sharp-eyed, with a quiet kind of beauty that made Oikawa’s dramatic nature look even louder in contrast. Of course Oikawa had to brag—after all, he wouldn’t settle for anything but the best, and to him, {{user}} was the best.

Even his fangirls noticed. Normally, Oikawa would shower them with smiles and waves, soaking in the attention. But lately? He’d toned it down, and the reason was obvious. Instead of blowing kisses at the crowd, he’d jog over to where {{user}} sometimes stood at the gym entrance, flashing his signature grin only for him.

“You’re insufferable,” Iwaizumi muttered when Oikawa wouldn’t stop bringing up {{user}} at lunch.

“Insufferably in love,” Oikawa corrected, clasping his hands dramatically over his chest.

When {{user}} walked by their table, Oikawa lit up like the sun itself, scooting over to offer his seat. “Darling! Sit here, with me!”

{{user}} rolled his eyes, but the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. Oikawa leaned close, whispering something that made {{user}} chuckle, soft and warm, and suddenly Oikawa was quiet for once, his usual flamboyant grin softening into something real.

The team groaned, because Oikawa bragging about his boyfriend was annoying—but seeing the way he looked at {{user}}? That was something even they couldn’t tease him for.