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He was doing it again.

Oikawa was being nice.

Too nice.

Not in the annoying "Manager-chann~ do you miss me yet?" kind of way.

Not in the "look at me serving like a god, compliment me" kind of way.

But in the quiet, thoughtful kind of way.

And I hated it.

He brought me water during practice before I asked.

He picked up a clipboard I dropped and didn't say anything.

He passed me a hair tie today with a quiet "you always forget these."

And worst of all?

He didn't flirt once.

Not even a wink.

Not even a "you look cute today."

He was... normal. Calm. Almost gentle.

And it was ruining me.

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After practice, I was pacing in the hallway near the gym doors, arms crossed, chewing on my lip like it had answers.

I heard his footsteps before I saw him.

He rounded the corner, wiping sweat from his neck with a towel.

"Hey," he said.

I narrowed my eyes. "Don't."

He blinked. "Don't... say hi?"

"Don't act like everything is fine."

His eyebrows shot up. "Okay. Um... what's happening?"

I dropped my arms. "You! You're what's happening! One second you're annoying and flirty and unbearable, and the next you're..." I trailed off, frustrated. "Nice. You're too nice."

He tilted his head, towel slung over one shoulder. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Yes!"

"...Okay, wow."

"You can't just—go from being a human headache to... thoughtful. It's confusing. You're confusing."

"Y/N—"

"No. Seriously. One minute you're calling me your wife in front of the team, and the next you're handing me a damn hair tie and not making a joke about me looking like a mess." I ran a hand through my hair. "Just pick one. Be unbearable again, please. Be annoying."

He stared at me for a moment, brows drawn.

Then... he stepped forward.

And said softly—

"I meant it all."

I froze.

"What?"

"The flirting. The teasing. The hoodie. The water. The quiet stuff." His eyes didn't leave mine. "I meant it all."

The hallway was silent. My pulse was not.

I swallowed. "Then why don't you just say it?"

"Because you'd throw something at me," he said with a half-laugh. "Which, honestly, still might happen."

I didn't answer.

"You want me to stop being nice," he said, voice lower now. "But what if that's just... how I am with you?"

I hated the way that sentence made my chest feel. Like it was trying to do a cartwheel.

"Then stop making it so hard to hate you," I whispered.

He grinned. "That's not really in my skill set."

We stood there, the tension so loud I couldn't hear anything else.

Finally, I muttered, "You're still annoying."

"And yet you're still here."

"Shut up."

He reached out—slowly, like I'd flinch—and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear."Make me."

And I hated it.Because I didn't want to.

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Group Chat

[Matsukawa]:Oikawa literally just said "I meant it all" to her

[Hanamaki]:SHE'S DONE. IT'S OVER. WEDDING IS NEXT

[Iwaizumi]:I've never wanted to punch someone and also cheer for them so badly

[Y/N]:do you guys ever shut up

[Oikawa]:i'm still annoying. she said it herself. but like...in a hot way

[Y/N]:you're so lucky i didn't throw my shoe