It was another intense game of volleyball, not only for Oikawa and his team, but also for the crowd that was cheering them on.

As his partner you always attended every game of his. The crowd that cheered their team on mostly consisted of girls that just found Oikawa attractive — you couldn‘t blame them, but there was a small tinge of jealousy in you.

Your eyes were set on Oikawa as he served the ball. It hit the ground with a loud thud, too fast for the opposing team to react to.

Oikawa immediately looked up and made eyecontact with you, a wide grin spread across his face. He was obviously waiting for your approval of his amazing serve.