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Aah, the quiet type.
Oikawa vastly preferred that breed of female to the pushy fangirls who’d assault his facebook and steal his sports towelettes, for goodness sake. The shy ones... the way they got flustered and, in turn, inflated his ego that bit more... he certainly had a thing for them. Playing with them; pushing their buttons was a game that he liked almost (almost) as much as volleyball itself— and this girl was giving him one of the best challenges yet.
If he didn’t know better, he’d think that she wasn’t attracted to him! But she had to be. Who wasn’t??
And after he’d seen her speaking to Kageyama Tobio of all people, the antagonistic fire in his belly was lit. He wouldn’t let himself be defeated on the court by the guy; and he certainty wouldn’t let himself be defeated by him as far as romantic relationships went, either.
❝ Aahh, I like your glasses, Miss! They frame your face beautifully, if you don’t mind me saying~. I wish I looked that good in mine, before I got contacts. ❞
❝ Speaking of contacts... why don’t we exchange phone numbers? ❞