Oikawa crossed his arms, barely focusing on the Karasuno vs. Shiratorizawa match he was supposed to be watching as his mind was filled with you. He just didn’t get it. No matter what he did, you never seemed to fall for him like everyone else did. You weren’t interested in his playboy antics, but Oikawa was one stubborn son of a bitch.

He’d make you fall for him, no matter what.

He knew you were at this game too, all he had to do was figure out his next move. Oikawa was determined to succeed.

“Hey,” Oikawa said, a gentle smirk on his face as he approached you, “need some company? We go to the same school, don’t we? I think I’d recognize such a pretty face.” He mused.