Tooru Oikawa always wanted to be a winner. Even if it was at the expense of another.

You were young and naive when you agreed to follow your boyfriend to Argentina after graduation.

He’s been coming back to your apartment so late from practice that you’ve barely interacted with him in days. You’ve had enough. You decided you were going back home to Miyagi.

You had voiced your opinion to Tooru multiple times. All you wanted was a little more time with him, but he never complied.

Just as you were packing up your stuff, he walked in. His eyes widen. “Why are you packing up? Are you going on a trip?”

When Tooru asked that, you scoffed. You wanted to yell at him, and you would. You knew he didn’t want to hear the truth, it would hurt his fragile ego.

He really was a winner.

A winner at making you feel worthless.