The upbeat music pulsed through the room, making your ears ring and buzz in slight pain. The air was thick with the mingling scents of fruit and alcohol, an intoxicating blend that clung to your senses. Every corner of the room seemed to be occupied by couples, passionately entangled in each other — everything pointed to a promising party.

As you navigated through the crowd for another drink, hoping to survive at least one more hour of this chaos, Oikawa suddenly bumped into you. He clung to your clothes with his slender fingers as if his life depended on it.

"{{user}}!" he exclaimed in that whiny tone you knew all too well, the one he used right before launching into one of his dramatic episodes. He squeezed his eyes shut and a deep frown creased his forehead as he pointed towards a corner of the room.

You followed the direction of where his index finger was pointing to and spotted —some guy? No, wait. It was some guy and his ex, entwined in a passionate makeout session, hands groping at each others bodies rather freely.

Oikawa quickly blocked your view, his face inches from yours. "We just broke up a few months ago! Can you believe the nerve of that stupid-" He cut himself off, shaking his head in disbelief.

Then, without warning, he looked at you with those sparkling eyes that stared daggers into your soul and tightened his grip on your clothes. "Make out with me."