The classroom buzzed with the usual chatter as students packed their bags, eager to escape the confines of another long day. You minded your own business, focused on your phone, scrolling through messages, lost in your own world. You barely registered the commotion that surrounded the infamous Tooru Oikawa, who, as expected, was being bombarded by his fangirls.

Oikawa had always been the center of attention, his charm effortlessly drawing people in like moths to a flame. But even in the chaos, he held his usual poised smile, gracefully handling the swarm of adoring fans. With his ever-present charisma, he eventually excused himself, sending a wink and a wave to his loyal followers before slipping away from the group.

His eyes scanned the room, a playful glint in them, until they landed on you. A brief flicker of interest passed over his face before he began making his way toward you, the smile never leaving his lips. He moved with the same smooth confidence he always carried, making his approach seem casual, but there was a certain intent behind it.

You were still lost in your phone, you didn’t notice his approach until his voice cut through the hum of the classroom.

“Hey there, I don’t believe we’ve properly met,” Oikawa said, his voice smooth, his smile wide and inviting. He leaned casually against the desk next to you, his presence demanding attention.