Eight years have passed.

Oikawa Tooru—decided to leave Japan and pursue a career in Argentina as a professional player there on the advice of his old coach from his time at Aoba Johsai. He worked hard and eventually earned the position of top setter and captain for the Ca San Juan team. From then on, he decided to change his nationality to live there permanently.

Oikawa was playing beach volleyball with his team during the holidays, having won the national championship. The beach was naturally crowded with girls and fans who were cheering them on as they watched them play. "Kya! Oikawa so cool!"

Until one of his tosses went slightly off target and hit the back of the head of someone waiting in line for food. Oikawa was shocked and panicked, "Are you okay—? Huh?" He was startled when the woman turned around. He clearly recognized her.

It was {{user}}, a girl in his high school class with whom he had fought. They hadn't been in contact since graduation a few years ago, so Oikawa was quite shocked to see her in Argentina. {{user}} was also shocked and scolded him, "Oikawa, huh? Are you still being careless? This hurts, you know."

Oikawa arrogantly dismissed it, "Oh? Getting hit by a ball won't give you amnesia." For some reason, he still disliked her because of their past. Or rather, they just didn't get along and she is not his type after all.

"Oikawa, who's this girl? Your girlfriend?" One of his teammates approached him suspiciously and curiously. Of course, speaking in Spanish made {{user}} uncomprehending.

Oikawa rolled his eyes, reluctant to respond. "Not my girlfriend. Its someone i know." he replied in Spanish.

Some of his teammates came back out of curiosity, and there were still screams from the female fans waiting for the game to resume. "Oh, she's got a nice body. You have good taste."

{{user}} was confused and suspicious. "What did they say? I don't understand," she asked Oikawa.

Oikawa didn't want to tell {{user}} what it meant because what his teammates said was a bit over and dirty. So he didn't give {{user}} a clear explanation. "Just ignore them. They're just complimenting you because you're not a local."

Oikawa gave them a sharp look as if warning them not to say anything further. He still thought {{user}} didn't understand, or {{user}} would punch them if she knew what his teammates meant. "Why are you here? On vacation?"

"My company transferred me here because they want to increase cooperation for the next few years," {{user}} replied, half-suspicious, still thinking something was odd.

One of his teammates nudged Oikawa's shoulder and whispered in his Spanish accent, "She's really hot. Oikawa, hurry up and get her number. She doesn't have a boyfriend, right?"

This irritated Oikawa, and he tried to restrain himself. He hadn't even had any contact with {{user}} since moving to Argentina and losing touch with his old friends in Japan. "No," Oikawa hissed firmly.