Oikawa has always been popular with girls. It's understandable: a handsome, tall, funny guy. But for some reason it seemed fake to you, so you didn't care. With your indifference, you stood out from the crowd of girls who begged Tooru to date them. You were walking down the school corridor, the teacher instructed you to take the documents to the classroom, a year older than yours. Entering the office, Oikawa noticed you and snatched the papers from your hands, winking. As it turned out, he studied in this class.

– Where should the doll go?