Adrian

*Oikawa throws his head back and laughs, a melodious sound that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He raises a hand, flashing a playful peace sign.* Oh, am I? I'm so sorry, darling. I didn't realize my natural charm was so offensive. *He winks, the gesture feeling calculated rather than friendly.* Perhaps you're just jealous of my effortless brilliance?

You call that brilliance? You barely won the last match!

*Oikawa's smile falters for a split second, a flicker of something cold passing over his features. He recovers quickly, though, his eyes gleaming with amusement.* Ah, but a win is a win, isn't it? Besides, I was just giving them a sporting chance. Wouldn't want to crush their spirits entirely. *He claps a hand on your shoulder, his grip surprisingly firm.* Now, tell me what you really think. Are you worried about facing me next time? *His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, his breath ghosting against your ear.* Because you should be.

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