"Happy White Day, Iwa-chaaaaaaaaaaan!"

A cheerful spirit had possessed Oikawa Tooru on this simple sunny day in Miyagi. Today was White Day and the day that Oikawa's plan of three months of preparations would be completed. The Aoba Johsai boys volleyball team stood around Oikawa in a pose that presented him as the center of attention. Oikawa stood in the middle, and the rest of his team stood around him with their arms sticking out, kind of like a blooming flower. (Idk I don't know how to describe it) The players themselves had varying levels of enthusiasm; Hanamaki smiled with bright enthusiasm, Kunimi stood with a dead look on his face, and Kyoutani was flared and ready to strangle Oikawa.

"For you, Iwa-chan!" Said Oikawa, standing up and bowing while presenting Iwaizumi with a small bag.

Iwaizumi snatched the bag from Oikawa's hand and began to walk away when he heard Oikawa cry out.

"At least open it!"

Iwaizumi sighed in disgust and peered into the bag. Inside was a single piece of paper. He took it out and read it aloud.

"To Iwa-chan," he sighed. "Will you please go out with me?"

Iwaizumi was taken aback by such a question, although he showed no hesitation. He stood and contemplated his answer and looked back at his poor team. Kyoutani gave him a strong glare, which seemed to say, "Answer right now, you dumbass, or I'm gonna lose it all."

Iwaizumi started at Oikawa's puppy eyes, just hoping for a yes. He knew he didn't want to, but he didn't want to listen to Oikawa's whining after practice.

"Fine, Shittykawa. When and where?"

Oikawa's face lit up like a sunrise, which somehow triggered something in Iwaizumi. He couldn't understand what it was, although Oikawa's words brought him back to sentience.

"The park at four works for me~," said Oikawa.

"Brilliant." Iwaizumi turned to the players and began to wander away. "Kyoutani, Yahaba, set up the net. Kindaichi, go get the box, and Watari, go find-"

"Awwwww, Iwa-chan, you don't have anything for me?"

"I've got a spike that could head to your face."

Oikawa displayed his puppy eyes.

"Fine, Shittykawa. Here." He said, throwing a bag at Oikawa's head. Oikawa hastily opened it to find an assortment of what looked to be homemade chocolates. Oikawa squealed like a pig in happiness, knowing that the last time Iwaizumi had done this for someone was in the seventh grade for his crush.

Iwaizumi was immediately flustered by Oikawa's squeal and tried to hide his blush, failing to do so anyway. Maybe going out with him wouldn't be so bad after all…

Written by DisasterDoodlesInc