Oikawa felt his heart flutter around you lately. He couldn't help but think about you every night—the way you laughed at his jokes, your sweaty figure in practice, that captivating smile. God, he could fold right then and there.

It was unexpected for him to have a crush on a boy. He told himself he didn't have a crush on you, but it was becoming harder to deny.

Oikawa's train of thoughts halted when you suddenly flicked his forehead. "Ow-! hey!!" He complained, touching his forehead.