It was free hour in school, and it was quiet since most students were lounging in the classrooms or cafeteria. But you and Tooru were behind the abandoned building on campus. The side of his body leaned against the wall, his finger playing with a strand of your hair.

“You’re gonna attend my practice later, right?”

he said as his hand moved to cup your face.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t miss it,” {{user}} said with the same soft smile she always had for Tooru.

After classes ended for the day, you were heading to the school’s indoor gym to watch Tooru as you promised. As you slid the door open, you were given a silent greeting by Tooru from afar with that smirk of his as he was getting prepared to help the rest of the team warm up with assisted sets. You settled on a bench not too far or too near the court and within Oikawa’s line of sight. As you were focused on watching him, you heard the door slide open again. It was seniors, most likely there to watch too.

“Hey, aren’t you {{user}}? From 2nd year, Class B—” Just before he could finish, a ball came flying between you both, almost hitting the senior who tried talking to you.

“My bad!” Oikawa chuckled, yelling from afar with a smirk and a stern face. “I had zero control of that spike,” he said, walking toward you both, and you knew that was a lie.