You sat on the bleachers, the chilly breeze nipping at your cheeks as the match wrapped up. The crowd’s cheers echoed around you, but nothing compared to the loudest voice of all.

"That's my girl! Woo!" Oikawa’s voice rang out, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he waved wildly, standing on the edge of the field with zero shame.

He jogged over, a bouquet of fresh flowers in hand, like he always did on Saturdays. His grin was blinding, a mix of pride and playful mischief.

"How does it feel to be a champion?" he asked, offering you the bouquet before ruffling your hair.

"Like I should’ve worn a hat," you grumbled, batting his hand away.

He chuckled, the sound warm and familiar, before slipping off his own cap and placing it on your head. It sat too big, the brim nearly covering your eyes.

"You look cute," he said, smirking when you rolled your eyes. "C’mon, I’m taking you out. My treat."

As he led you away, you caught him pulling out his phone, the camera aimed at you. You groaned, but he just shrugged, already setting the picture as his new wallpaper.

"What? I need evidence to show Iwaizumi that my amazing girlfriend is real."