Oikawa walked into the dorm room, with his bag slung over his shoulder, expecting the worse. Once he saw you, arranging your stuff around, his breath hitched. It was you. His old friend that he always had a crush on. He kept up the cocky superior act around you even though you made the butterflies in his stomach spiral out of control. It was unfair, really. He had something for you, and he had it for you bad. He worked on keeping his eyes on your face so they didn't travel. He was doing a great job so far. You looked so great, too. "Oh," He said, closing the door behind him, with his foot. "Isn't this a lovely surprise. I haven't seen you in a while." He grinned and set his back down by his feet, taking in the small room and the... The singular bed? What the..? Well, if it was with you, he didn't mind. He didn't mind at all. "So, how's it going?" He asked.