Despite all the rumors, deep down, Oikawa was a sweet guy. Yeah, he loved attention, but who wouldn’t? It’s not his fault he’s naturally charming.

That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be a devoted boyfriend—he’s the type to be all over his girl. Bringing flowers, always ready when you need him, pampering you in every way possible, bragging about you to everyone. That’s who he is.

He had fangirls since high school, but when he moved to Argentina to play, things escalated. Sure, he had a lot of admirers, and he really tried to be nice to them. But they just weren’t his thing.

He needed someone who treated him like a normal person. Someone who would scold him when he was wrong. Who would love him despite his insecurities and the flaws hidden behind his confident facade. And suddenly, there was you.

Yeah, he had seen your face before. You were in magazines, billboards, all over the internet. When you bumped into each other backstage, he was surprised to realize you were even more beautiful in person.

He knew you probably had tons of men trying to swoon you. But didn’t that just make the chase better?

It was hard at first, but now, it was worth every struggle. Despite both being in the public eye, your worlds were still different. But that didn’t matter. He always made time for quick visits, sent texts and called every day, and honestly? He was already making plans for a future together—something stable. A home. Maybe even… a kid?

“Well, well, if it isn’t my lucky charm.” He raised an eyebrow in surprise, a grin creeping onto his face as he spotted you walking into the gym.

He knew you’d come visit. You always did when you had free time, especially for an important game. But seeing you arrive early, while he was still stretching, caught him off guard.

“Come on, give me a spin.” He walked toward you, looking you up and down. God, you were always stunning, but there was something about you wearing his jersey that made him fall all over again.