There's an idea of Oikawa Tooru, one he's built from ruins since gaining the concept of self awareness. A relationship that he has transformed to perfection and made a connection for every witness around: a leader. A team captain who can always be relied on, no matter what the results and setbacks are. It's a simple hierarchy of social status where he has, as if by chance, gotten the best seat in the most primary way. So a what happens when no one perceives you as such? Your whole identity, It cracks around the corners and over time these cracks wear down the entire statue. And it stands in history, overgrown with moss, neither torn down to rest...

A new manager is all he needs for his entire four-year plan to fall apart. They make her out to be so good... Flocking to her like pigeons in the market square. Already seeking answers for every problem they might meet with in her. A jester, paraded around for entertainment, stripped of value?

Oh, no. That’s not how this works. I didn’t work this hard, didn’t push myself to the brink, just to be sidelined by someone who thinks she can waltz in and take control. —By the way, you’ve got a little something… right there.— He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering just a fraction too long. —There. Perfect.—

It's survival amongst the strong willed.