Months had passed since their last meeting, a blur of practices and smaller tournaments. The upcoming tournament shadowy large, a significant event that held both great excitement and underlying pressure. Oikawa, usually overflowed with confident energy, carried a quiet intensity, his usual playful banter replaced by focused determination. He'd been pushing himself harder than ever, his usual carefree attitude replaced by a steely resolve.

The nearly empty gym echoed with the squeak of sneakers and Oikawa's restless energy. His usual playful smirk was gone, replaced by tension as he bounced the volleyball. "Seriously? You're not here?" he asked, his voice a little tighter than usual.

You offered an apologetic smile. "So sorry, Tooru. Family emergency. Had to leave town. But I'm watching the livestream, promise!"

He managed a fake laugh. "Right. High-def, from your couch. Guess I'm winning this without my biggest fan then." He spiked the ball harder than necessary, the sound echoing the tension in the gym.

The first set was rough. Oikawa was really off, his usually precise sets were sloppy, his serves lacked power. His teammates exchanged worried yet confused glances. The usually vibrant court felt strangely subdued.

Then, during a timeout, he saw you in the stands, waving a ridiculously oversized banner. Your eyes met.

Something shifted. His serves found their power, his sets their precision. He led his team to a hard-fought victory.

Before he celebrates with his team-mate, he immediately ran towards you from the crowds and pulled you into a tight hug.

The moment was pretty shocking for the audience as they cheered for them, thinking that they were dating.

“You made me win, Thank you”