So… I'm new to this ship but the moment I discovered them, they instantly became my latest HQ! OTP. So instant I already pictured this fic in my mind *insert lenny faces here*

Sorry Iwa-chan, but I swear Ushijima deserves Oikawa's sexiness more than anyone else.

Sadly, not a lot of people share my belief. But to those who do, let's spread the UshiOi love!

PS.

This story involves lemons, OOCs, lemons, blackmails, lemons, angst and feels (hopefully), and probably more lemons. Wish me luck!

The Beginning

Everything was perfect.

The sky was as blue and cloudless as Oikawa could wish for. The wind was cool and fresh against his face, too, creating a natural blush across his breathtaking features. The shopping district was twice as lively as usual, thanks to the number of couple loitering hand in hand in every few steps or so. It's been a while since White day fell on a weekend and everyone who received an answer to their Valentine chocolates the previous month were celebrating their new-found lovelife.

As for the Oikawa Tooru, he neither gave nor received a White Day present. Well, he did give his best friend and long time crush a Valentine chocolate, but he wasn't expecting to receive anything in return today (since Iwaizumi thought the chocolates were obligatory, and he didn't correct it). It was enough for him that Iwaizumi agreed to their date.

Or at least Oikawa thought so.

It's not like he ever received a straight yes from the hard-to-seduce bastard. But it wouldn't be that way today, Oikawa thought to himself, his eyes closed, lips curved to a hopeful yet evil smirk, and his dominant hand balled to a fist in front of his chest, as if celebrating an anticipated triumph. On his other hand lay a small box which contained his special present he was sure Iwaizumi couldn't say no to. The box contained a rather special remote control, which Oikawa couldn't wait for Iwaizumi to use.

Oikawa looked down at his watch and sighed. "Iwa-chan, you're late!" he said, losing another bit of hope he was trying hard to hold down and keep standing by his side. He wasn't even sure if Iwaizumi would turn up.

And I even got this far to seduce him!

The brunette shook his head, the grip around the box he was holding was getting tighter. "He's coming. He's coming. He's coming," he chanted repeatedly, half wishing the chant itself will reach his ace and bid him to come. "He's not going to stand me up. I know he will—"

"Oikawa?"

Finally. A voice. A painfully familiar one, called him with such surprise, as if the space he was filling in that corner wasn't some place he should be at. Or the man was simply at awe at seeing him, probably because he was twice as gorgeous as usual. Well, he did look forward to this day, picked up and matched the best of is casual clothes and brushed and re-brushed his hair repeatedly so no single strand will stick out and destroy his beauty.

Yes, everything was perfect.

Except for two things: First, Iwaizumi was still nowhere to be found. And second, he bumped into the person he hated most—his mortal enemy inside the volleyball court, Ushijima Wakatoshi.