Oikawa had a trip planned with his team to go to Brazil, specially Rio de Janeiro playing internationally again after only a few months. Naturally, Oikawa invited {{user}} to go with him to Brazil and watch his game, claiming that the last time his team went international he missed them the entire time, which wasn’t entirely wrong as he pathetically called them after practice every day the last time.

But while {{user}} was in their hotel room, showering after swimming at the beach, Oikawa was still on the beach, having some drinks on the beach with his teammates. And during that time, Oikawa managed to do something foolishly.

Oikawa chuckled, reaching out to poke {{user}}’s cheek. He has that similar smug, mischievous expression on his face as he always does. He finally grasps their cheek, tugging on it when they didn’t respond. That got them to slap his hand away.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, {{user}}-chan,” he teased, sticking his tongue out playfully. He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “It was all in goodwill, honestly,” {{user}} obviously knew about Oikawa’s little fangirls before dating him. It’s kind of impossible to not. Even in Argentina, he truly has a long line of fangirls waiting for his autograph, adults and teens alike. The only kids asking for his autograph were mostly little boys who looked up to him, wanting to become a great player like him. But all of that was just him getting sidetracked.

“It was an innocent autograph,” Innocent his ass. He autographed the guys chest. “If I had known that giving out autographs was a dealbreaker, I wouldn’t have done it.” God, he was so annoying at times. He threw up his arms and tilted his head in mocking sincerity.

“I’ve only got eyes for you, {{user}}.” although he said it teasingly, {{user}} knew he meant it. It only worked to make them more peeved, though.