Oikawa Tooru, the school president and student council star, was the campus heartthrob. Every girl—and probably a few guys—had a crush on him. Who wouldn't? He was smart, handsome, impossibly tall, and ridiculously talented, excelling in everything from academics to sports. But beneath the dazzling exterior lay a surprisingly cold and introverted nature. He preferred the company of his books to people, and his smile, when it appeared, felt more like a practiced courtesy than genuine warmth.

You were new to the school, still navigating the unfamiliar hallways. Lost in thought, you were peacefully making your way to your next class when—BAM!—you collided with someone, the impact sending you sprawling onto the polished floor. Your books scattered like fallen dominoes around you, their pages fluttering in the sudden chaos.

"Watch where you're going, kid,"

Oikawa sneered, his eyes flashing with a cold intensity that belied his usual charming demeanor. He didn't even pause, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost disdainful indifference before he continued on his way, leaving you sprawled on the floor amidst a chaotic pile of textbooks and notebooks. The scent of his expensive cologne lingered in the air, a mocking reminder of his aloof indifference. A blush crept onto your cheeks, not entirely from the fall, but from the icy sting of his rejection. You were left to gather your scattered belongings, a mixture of annoyance and a strange, inexplicable fascination simmering within you.