Oikawa Tooru sat back in his chair, lifting his chin off of his knees. He twisted his head, trying to relieve the ache that had built up in his neck. A sigh slipped out of mouth. He turned off his computer before standing up and stretching. His bad knee popped louder than his other joints.

Oikawa reached for his phone, dragging it off his desk. He lazily scrolled through his new messages, tugging off his headphones and tossing it onto his desk. Most of the messages were from a few of his old flings hoping to get back together. Oikawa's lips twitched in amusement and disgust. He was about to shut down his phone when his eyes snagged on a particular name.

Makki has sent him a message.

Interest piqued, Oikawa opened the message.

'Iwaizumi has a girlfriend.'

Oikawa's blood went cold, flowing through him and making his body to numb. There was a picture attached.

Oikawa stared at the photo, his whole body still.

Iwaizumi was standing with a girl with dyed blond hair. She was staring up at him with a clearly adoring look. Iwaizumi was looking down at her with a gentle, kind expression.

The longer Oikawa looked, the faster his breath came.

He really didn't like how Iwaizumi was looking at that girl.

As quickly as the cold came, it disappeared, chased away by broiling anger. His fingers breezed over the buttons.

'Makki! So surprising to hear from you!'

'Where did you get the picture?'

Oikawa sent the messages quickly and plopped down onto his bed. He thumbed his phone until that offensive photo was back on the screen.

Anger flowed through him fluidly, quickly followed by gut wrenching pain. Gritting his teeth, Oikawa forced himself to absorb every detail in the photo.

The girl was wearing his school's uniform, appearing to be a second-year. She looked girly, delicate, and soft. Oikawa clutched at his bicep, kneading the hard muscle.

She was more pretty rather than cute. Oikawa knew he wasn't ugly, that he was good looking, but pretty girls were a different species than a handsome boy.

And Iwaizumi was looking at her with an expression Oikawa had rarely ever seen.

A message popped up onto the screen, effectively blocking out the photo.

'Hanamaki told me you wanted to know where the photo came from. I sent it to him.'

Oikawa's eyebrows furrowed and a small frown alighted his lips.

'Mattsun, where did you take that picture?'

Half a second later-

'Who is that girl?'

'When did you take this?'

'She and Iwa-chan look cozy. Do you really think they're dating?'

'Iwa-chan is becoming popular. But the Great Oikawa-san still outshines him a hundred fold.'

'Chill out, Captain.'

Oikawa halted his flurry of messages, his fingers stalling over the keypad.

He hadn't meant to send all that. He was more shaken about the photo than he realized.

'I took it near the school today. Dunno who the girl is. Maybe they are dating.'

Oikawa sucked in a breath, his heart stinging. Barely thinking, he sent one last message.

'That's a funny joke, Mattsun. But all the same, the popular Iwa-chan should get a reality check. The Great Oikawa-san will do Iwa-chan a great service and show him how the real world is.'

Oikawa tossed his phone over the side of the bed. The solid thunk it made when it hit the hardwood floor didn't even register with Oikawa. He stared up at the ceiling, his face blank, but his heart was shrieking in agony and his head was reeling.

I know, I know. It's a little short. The chapters will get longer, I swear. Please review. I don't mind if they are critics. Just let me know your honest thoughts. I realize that no one really likes these little messages, but, you know, they make ME feel better.