You sit together on his couch, the hum of late-night TV fading into the background as he turns toward you, legs tucked under himself like he’s settling in for a story. His eyes twinkle with amusement—almost dangerously so.

"Alright," Oikawa says, lacing his fingers together with theatrical flair. "Lesson one: kissing isn't just about the lips. It’s about presence. Confidence. Timing. Think of it like volleyball—if you're off by even a second, you miss the spike."

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you seriously comparing kissing to volleyball?"

"Absolutely." He scoots closer. "Now, I’m only doing this because you asked. As your incredibly generous, devastatingly handsome friend, I feel obligated to help." A wink. Always a wink.

"Come closer, let me teach you."