In the three years you had been the Seijoh’s volleyball manager, you had never seen Oikawa wear his glasses before.

You couldn’t help but stare at him as he exited the boys changing rooms, his school satchel slung over the Aoba Johsai blazer. It looked weird. Not a bad weird but definitely different.

“Is there something on my face?” Oikawa asked with raised eyebrow.