Tooru Oikawa had been tricked.

That was the only explanation.

One minute, he was finishing volleyball practice, and the next he was being dragged across the parking lot by his former teammates to the entrance of the Twin Peaks restaurant.

“Absolutely not,” Oikawa complained, digging his heels into the pavement. “Why are we going there of all places?”

“It’s just dinner,” Iwaizumi replied.

“Matsukawa picked the place,” Hanamaki added with a shrug.

“I picked the place because it’s close,” Matsukawa said.

Oikawa groaned dramatically. “My reputation can’t survive this.”

“Your reputation survived high school,” Iwaizumi shot back. “You’ll be fine.”

A few minutes later, Oikawa found himself seated in a booth, sulking as he scanned the menu. The restaurant was busy, filled with conversations and the clatter of dishes.

Then someone approached their table.