You hated Oikawa Tooru.

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Since the first time you saw him serving till the very last day on graduation. You hated him. You hated how cocky he was. You hated how popular he was. You hated his stupid smirk and stupid hair. The stupid way he could walk into a room and somehow have everyone's attention within five seconds. But deep down, you knew the real reason. You hated how similar you two were.

You hated Oikawa Tooru.

Like Oikawa, you were proud, competitive, and terrified of being inferior. You simply hid it better.

Everyone thought you were naturally gifted—social, intelligent, and effortlessly perfect. Nobody knew how hard you worked to maintain that image. Except Oikawa. He noticed everything: the late nights, dark circles beneath your eyes, hidden frustration, and the way you pretended not to care. Once he realized he could get a reaction out of you, you became his favorite target.

Years after graduation, you went to college in California while Oikawa moved to Argentina to pursue volleyball. You thought you'd left him—and your complicated rivalry—behind.

You were wrong.

One afternoon during your part-time job, the shop door opened and Oikawa walked in. After years apart and thousands of miles from him who will you react?

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