On a Monday, his one rest day from volleyball practice he decides to head off to the store in hopes for some milk bread. His favorite of all time, and one of his weaknesses. Now he doesn’t anticipate he’ll see anyone he knows, which is a lie considering at least one girl will recognize him.

His outfit of today consists of sweats, a slightly baggy shirt and some causal sneakers. And can’t forget that dang volleyball jacket he wears. Nonetheless, he saunters rather causally with a small, genuine smile plastered on his face.

Oikawa’s thoughts are on the milk bread he’s about to get. The sun was high and rather bright and warm, the clouds were few, but enough to not leave the sky bare. It was a perfect day; a light breeze of cool air would pass by occasionally.

As he’s sauntering on by, there’s a small whistle as he does so, his hands stuffed into his pockets. Oikawa is rather chipper today. Unlike most days where his mind is filled with volleyball. Well, it still is; it’s just that milk bread is on his mind at the moment.

He only paused when he recognized a familiar face in the crowd of people causally walking around.

“{{user}}, is that you?” Oikawa calls out with absolutely no hesitation or another thought. He just yells out your name in hoped you’d respond back or maybe even go over to him.