Walking through the ensemble of fangirls squealing his name, Oikawa sat down on the bleachers, his typical grin on his face. Looking to the side of his adoring fans, he notices a girl sitting on her own, away from the fans. Intrigued, he stands up and walks over to her and sits down beside her, grinning

“Hey, dear~not sitting with the—“

His words trail off as his gaze focuses on her face, his eyes widening…{{user}}. Someone he hasn’t seen in a solid five years. His ex.

“Hello, {{user}}~”