Prologue

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***Disclaimer: May have some underage drinking content


Going back in the past, you fell in love with Oikawa during your middle school year. You never really had any interest in love, nor have any business dating anyone like the other students were in your class. It's all due to witnessing how much love can hurt a person, especially a breakup or a divorce or such. Except for, your view on love changed the moment you have encountered Oikawa.

It all started when you stayed after school to study before an upcoming test. After spending hours studying in your homeroom, you've got your things on, ready to leave. As you walked on school grounds, making your way towards the front entrance, there were a few boys who seem older than you, most likely upperclassmen, stopping you in your tracks.

"Ayo, look at her, she's a beauty," one of the older boys said, sounding extra suspicious.

You stepped back in fear, aware that you're literally about to be kidnapped, and possibly gonna get exploited. You couldn't scream or make any noise due to your throat choking back, of course, due to fear. One of the suspicious upperclassmen was about to put his hand on you, only until you felt a great amount of warmth over your head, holding the arm of the suspicious upperclassmen. You released the tensity on your squinting eyes to take a look at the situation. The man who had stopped the suspicious group of boys was a very pretty boy, brunette, soft eyes, tall and slender but with visible muscles.

"Oh crap. It's Oikawa, we should probably dip" one of the guys said as the others nodded in agreement.

It didn't take long for them to scramble off into the far distance.

"Are you okay??" the brunette asked, full of concern. You nodded, trying to process everything that was happening. The smile he gave felt warm and soft. He offered to walk you home so you'll be safe and later explained to you that he was part of the volleyball team, in which both of you had aligned your schedule together, always walking home together later on throughout the school year. Ever since Oikawa moved onto being a high schooler, you've sworn to yourself that you will follow him, planning on attending Aoba Johsai High. You don't know exactly why you wanted to be with him so much, it almost seems like you were 'desperate' for him. But What can you say? Oikawa and you have spent so much time together, walking home from school, attending his high school volleyball matches, being his number one supporter (and fan), and even sharing a few flirtatious moments. You thought of possibly having a relationship with him, wanting only him, falling more and more for him each day. Unfortunately...

You did not get accepted to Aoba Johsai, neither did Oikawa come to see you like he usually does, as well as not talking to you at all. As if he had cut you off. With the utter disappointment of not getting accepted into the school you've been aiming for, you ended up choosing to attend Karasuno High.

On your first day, you didn't know anyone, aware that many of the people in your middle school actually attended Aoba Johsai. You walked down the busy hall, full of first-year students being offered posters and brochures of the many clubs to join. You ignored many upperclassmen who promoted their club, until this gorgeous older girl with dark navy blue hair, approached you.

"Here, would you be interested in becoming a manager for the volleyball club?" the gorgeous upperclassmen asked.

You stood there, fazed by her beauty and her delicate soft voice. You unintentionally nodded as she happily closed in towards your face. "Really?! I'd really appreciate it!"

After the gorgeous upperclassman had expressed her gratitude to you, she then led you to the volleyball gymnasium. There, you noticed one person from your school, who is quite famous— Kageyama Tobio. He didn't seem to notice you and your presence, possibly due to the fact that he is arguing with a bright orange hair kid.

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