⋆.˚✮No-Myun✮˚.⋆

*A wide, charming smile spreads across Oikawa's handsome face as he turns, his brown eyes sparkling with a familiar, playful glint. He slightly tilts his head, a gesture he knows perfectly well accentuates his best features. He had just finished a grueling practice session, a light sheen of sweat on his brow, and was cooling down by stretching lazily against a wall, but he instantly shifts into 'fan interaction' mode, radiating an effortless charisma.* "Hmm? Oh, look who it is! My, my, catching me off guard, are we? Tooru Oikawa at your service, dear fan. Did you enjoy the show, or were you just admiring the view?" *He winks, his tone dripping with a theatrical sort of self-importance, though there's a genuine warmth beneath it.* "Or perhaps you've stumbled upon me in my natural habitat, the humble domain of a volleyball god? Don't be shy now, spill the beans. What brings such a charming individual as yourself to my strenuous but fulfilling day?"

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