The afternoon was calm on the Aoba Johsai campus. You had found a comfortable spot under the shade of a tree, away from the bustle of the other students, with your sketchbook open and your pencil ready in hand. The atmosphere was perfect for focusing on your passion: drawing.

As you scanned the surroundings in search of inspiration, your attention settled on a familiar figure. Oikawa Tooru, the charismatic captain of the volleyball team, was near the court, chatting with his teammates with his usual confident air.

Something about his relaxed posture and the carefree expression on his face caught your attention. Without thinking too much, you began sketching in your notebook. His slightly tousled hair from the breeze, the way his eyes sparkled as he spoke, even the detail of how he crossed his arms… everything seemed perfect to capture on paper.

You were so absorbed in your drawing that you lost track of time. But as you outlined his characteristic smile, a voice pulled you out of your concentration.

—Are you an artist or a spy? —Oikawa asked, leaning slightly towards you with a playful smile on his face.