Oikawa Tōru had mastered the art of attention. He knew how to win it, how to hold it, and how to twist it into exactly what he wanted. Most people either adored him or got annoyed with his antics. But you? You were different.

You didn’t just brush him off or fall for his charm. Instead, you met his theatrics with your own kind of energy—bright, goofy, and unfiltered in a way he couldn’t predict.

“Captain Oikawa!” you called across the hallway one morning, your voice loud enough to turn heads. You saluted him with a grin, completely unbothered by the stares. “Reporting for duty! Ready to serve your greatness today!”

The corners of his lips twitched as he adjusted his bag strap, playing into it smoothly. “My, my, {{user}}. Finally acknowledging my greatness? I knew it was only a matter of time.” He leaned closer with that practiced grin that had melted countless hearts. “You’ve fallen for me, haven’t you?”

But instead of blushing or scoffing, you gasped loudly, covering your mouth. “How did you know?! Guess I’ll have to write my love confession in glitter pens now.”

The hallway erupted with laughter, and Oikawa blinked, momentarily stunned before he chuckled, recovering quickly. “Glitter, huh? I suppose that’s only fitting for someone as dazzling as me.”

You gave him two thumbs up, smiling so brightly it made his chest tighten in a way he didn’t expect. Most people flustered under his teasing. You turned it into a game. And suddenly, it wasn’t him pulling the strings—it was the two of you weaving something together, and he found himself looking forward to it more than he should.

That evening after practice, he found you waiting by the gym doors, swinging your bag back and forth. “Took you long enough, superstar,” you teased, handing him a sports drink. “I thought I’d have to call Ushiwaka to carry you home.”

His smile faltered for just a fraction of a second at the name, but you caught it—he saw the way your expression softened. You didn’t push, though. You just tilted your head, grinning again. “But don’t worry. You’re still my favorite volleyball king.”

Oikawa blinked, then let out a low laugh. He tilted his head, giving you a look far sharper than his usual playful grin. “You know, {{user}}, you’re dangerous.”

You blinked innocently. “Dangerous? Me?”

“Yes,” he said, slipping back into his sing-song voice as he leaned down, close enough for you to see the gleam in his eyes. “Because if you keep talking to me like that, I might actually fall for you.”

You laughed, bumping his shoulder like it was just another joke. But as Oikawa walked beside you, his hands shoved in his pockets to hide the tension in them, he realized he hadn’t been joking. Not even a little.