You weren't one of his fangirls but your best friend is. She dragged you along the gym to watch a practice match.

You reluctantly watched. Every time Oikawa served—his fangirls would shriek or squeal in those high pitched voices.

Kinda makes you wonder how he could focus with all this noise.

While your best friend was shrieking and squealing like the other women around, you were quiet. You don't blame them though, Oikawa was gorgeous. Very talented too—those serves could kill.

You watched as Oikawa performed each serve, toss, spike, catch the ball hitting it back mid air—his jersey would momentarily lift up every time he jumped. Sometimes he purposely used his jersey to wipe the sweat off his face and neck—showing off his build. Making the ladies squeal further.

At one point, Oikawa was talking with Iwaizumi after the match while stretching. While Iwaizumi was talking and telling him his tosses sucked; Oikawa's gaze went up to the bleachers—landing on his fangirls.

You were probably imagining it, but you two shared a brief eye contact—he winked. Straight at you. And No, you weren't imagining it. The girls shrieked at that wink.

You turn slightly red and turn your attention back to your phone. Oikawa chuckled to himself.

"Aye, Iwa-chan. Y'know who that girl is?" Oikawa asked his gaze still on you.