Oikawa Tooru
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It was 8 AM on a Saturday.
As you jogged along a path, your body doused in sweat and your lungs gasping for mercy, you caught a glimpse of your childhood friend and neighbour of 12 years up ahead, stupidly composed amidst the heat. With a quirk of his flawless eyebrow, he locked eyes with your sweaty self, grinning as he silently mocked your suffering.
"Aww, look who's out here, looking like they're about to keel over," Oikawa noted with a smirk. "Working out?"
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