A/N: I based this one-shot off of Queen Ava Max's song: Kings and Queens. You guys should definitely check it out, it is such a bop. She is one of my most idolized Artists, next to Melanie Martinez, Avril Lavigne, etc.

But this isn't a songfic, I'm not one for songfics or angst so I doubt I'd ever feature one in this book. Popular demand might change my mind but it won't do you any good.

Anyways, hope you're all doing swell and keeping yourselves all dolled up and shiny. Enjoy!

"My Queen, you're not dancing on your own."

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You've always worked alone. You weren't interested in involving others into your life when unnecessary. This kind of demeanor didn't make you come off as stingy though, for the record, people even admired you for having such independence. 

However, when one of your close acquaintances requested for your assistance in their practice matches, your whole concept began to crumble.

It all changed with a snap of his finger, Oikawa Tooru's. 

"Only if you won't mind, (l/n)-San." Iwaizumi Hajime, a fellow third-year, says respectfully. You gave his request a thought for a moment. 

You were already preoccupied with your own club activities and there wasn't much room for anything else, music was your sole passion after all. 

But you figured helping out in other matters such as the Volleyball Club's would offer you some source of much-needed inspiration. Lately, you've had issues with composing, and that's not something you commonly suffer from.

Normally the song's lyrics would just come rushing out and onto your little memo-pad. But things have become quite complicated, unfortunately.

"Alright, I already know the fundamentals of Volleyball. Just tell me what I'm in charge of." You spoke briefly, bringing relief to paint over the Ace's usually stern facial attributes.

Iwaizumi smiled and patted your head, much to your dismay. "Thanks a bunch. Let me treat you to crepe after this." You smiled a little and gave a light nod before the two of you began making your way to the gymnasium.

"Isn't that (l/n)-San?" A voice murmured to her friend.

Another person gasped, "The musician? She's much prettier up close." She whispers in a daze. Her friend nods in agreement, "But why is she here? What business could--"

You blocked out the gossip, not that you intended to eavesdrop in the first place. Their voices were just too high-pitched for their own good. You recognized them as a fan-club, not sure of what sort, but you knew they were nothing but rioters.

"We're up against Karasuno today," Iwaizumi hands you a clipboard with a small stack of paper attached. "If you could tally the amount of blocks, kills, and service aces our team makes that'd be great." He explains further and you nod your head. 

You looked to the other team and noticed the tension. There was one, short, orange-haired male that looked like he didn't belong to his team but you figured he was playing for a reason. He seemed on the verge of throwing up though, so you averted your gaze to avoid seeing an ugly seen unfold 'til it was too late.

Lapse

The game was flowing without much errors, the other team was racking up points ahead of Iwaizumi's though. 

You swore they had a different setter from the one playing right now, he was good but he just seemed like an amateur and not at all fitting to the description of what the girls in your school would discuss on and on about.

That is until, someone new appeared out of nowhere. He had chocolate-brown hair with a matching set of irises, he was undoubtedly what you'd classify as handsome, but the amount of girls that screamed after his arrival wrecked your vibe before it had even began its formation.

"Oikawa-Senpai!" One girl from the bleachers practically squealed, capturing his attention. The male, who you now knew as Oikawa from observation, turned to his loyal minions and waved with least-like to be genuine of a smile.

You scoffed under your breath, how could they not notice? 

Needless to say, the brunette was sent off to warm up whilst the game pursued. Oikawa obliged sending himself off to stretch when his eyes landed on your concentrated form.

You weren't looking at him since your were directing your line of sight to the game in front of you, but you could feel a pair of eyes boring into your soul. You were beginning to feel uncomfortable when he began approaching you. 

"And who might you be? Our new manager perhaps?" Oikawa cooes, staring down at you. You didn't tear your gaze from the match whilst you answered. "Don't mind me, just mind your own business." 

Oikawa flinched at your words, eyes widening in surprise for a fraction of a second before he let out a snicker in defeat. "Ouch. It stings to be dismissed by a beauty such as yourself like that but I get it, sorry for bothering you." He winked, but again, you weren't looking so he doubted you even caught a glimpse of his flirtatious attempt.

He figured he was going to impress you in some other way.

Oikawa was subbed in after his warm-up, and immediately, it was his turn to serve. You locked your eyes onto his form as he familiarized his grip with the ball in his hands before his expression turned smug. 

"No matter how strong your offense is..." The brunette begins, smirking. "It means nothing if you can't connect to it."

He raised the ball towards his opponents before tossing it at a height and jumping up to smack the ball with an ample amount of force towards the megane on the other side of the net. 

The blond-haired male couldn't receive it, and the ball strayed upwards, lunging itself towards the upstairs observation area of the gymnasium where two students were quick to dodge the ball.

You tallied another service ace before looking back up to watch Oikawa serve once more. You found yourself in awe with the way he worked with the ball, no doubt he had been practicing hard to aim it with excellent control.

No matter how powerful his serves were however, Karasuno still won, and you quickly jogged up to Iwaizumi to give him the clipboard.

He smiled and asked if you could wait for him while he changed, you only nodded and sat back onto your previous seat next to the court. 

It was there that Oikawa took the chance to introduce himself properly to you, seeing as you seemed lonely by yourself in a gymnasium filled with sweaty teenagers.

"Yoo-hoo! I believe I didn't properly introduce myself earlier-- I'm Oikawa Tooru." He forced you to shake hands with him, considering he noticed that you looked less than interested to know a dosage of information about him.

"Wow! So cool! The Great King even has a girlfriend!" The orange-haired shrimp from earlier practically screamed at the scene.

"Really?!" Two boys; one with a shaved head and the other with flashy, spiked-hair followed up, glaring at the brunette that was still holding your hand. You pulled your hand away from his and sighed, "Can't you take the hint, Your Majesty?" You mocked out of annoyance.

These people barely even knew what was really happening and yet they had the audacity to make conclusions. How relevant was it to know about this man's love-life matters anyway? 

Lapse

From then on, the brunette started following you around the school. Tending to your every need as if he was your Mother or something.

When you couldn't bring lunch to school because you didn't have the chance to, Oikawa would magically show up and share his lunch with you. He even offered to feed you but Iwaizumi was sure to smack his head when you showed signs of discomfort. 

Oikawa even had the balls to ask you to be their manager even when he was well-informed that you were already in a club. 'Course you said no, you were still devoted to music despite the favor you did for Iwaizumi.

You had already started gaining fame too, with your captivating compositions and all. Talent agencies were offering to take you under their wing too, but you wanted to finish Highschool before you made any major decisions though.

When you tried seeking shelter from the setter by hiding in one of the music rooms-- he still found you. It was like you were under his surveillance 24/7-- like he ordered one of his alien eyeballs to spy on you.

You swore he wasn't human.

But today-- oh today, you were under an immense amount of pressure. Your parents demanded a new hit from you, whether you were prepared or not. It was not that they abused the songs out of you, if starving you didn't count, it was just that they threatened not to support you when you didn't give them bragging material.

You felt suffocated between their demands and your heart's wishes to search for something that would put meaning to your song. 

It didn't feel right if you were only writing it out of panic.

This frustration led you to the point where you started tearing your notes apart, hot tears streaming down face as you released agitated groans. 

The door to the music room slid open to reveal Oikawa in all his toxic glory.

"(y/n)-Chan! I--" The brunette ceased in his tracks, watching you-- eyes widening as you trashed, stomped and trampled on your precious belongings. 

Oikawa saw himself for a moment, when he couldn't perfect his serve and he was destroying himself in the process of trying to improve. He saw the worst version of himself in you, as your usually-composed self dispersed into one of devastation.

"(Y/N)-CHAN!" Oikawa cried out, grasping tightly onto your hand and pulling you against his chest to stop you from destroying your work any further. 

You struggled against him, still sobbing loudly, you were crumbling-- fed up. "Leave me alone!" You exclaimed, trying to push him off of you to no avail because he didn't plan on letting you go. 

"(y/n)-Chan-- hey!" Oikawa calls, pushing you down and straddling you, temporarily distracting you from the previous disaster. 

Oikawa locked his gaze onto yours, your (e/c) eyes staring into his brown irises. The mysterious concoction of emotions swirling in his features seeming to calm you down a tad bit and you were left to cry your eyes out. 

"What's wrong? Please tell me." Oikawa requests ever-so-softly, caressing your cheeks with his slightly-calloused hands. "Why do you care?!" You responded harshly, but Oikawa's concern for your current state never faltered despite your coldness.

It was always like this anyway, that's what drew him to you.

He always liked challenges, he wasn't crowned King when he didn't fix complications going on in his domain. And to be blunt, you were his main priority. 

The brunette had already fallen for you even when you showed him unwelcoming mannerisms. It made him want to melt down your icy boundaries and show you that he was capable of melting your heart.

"You're always battling difficulties by yourself, can't you see that you subconsciousness yearns for something more than personal-reassurance?" Oikawa says, inching his face closer to yours.

You sniffled, "What else can I do? It's not like I ever needed someone to walk me through my hardships! My own parents force me to handle this on my own, how can I expect someone to care about anything besides themselves?" 

Oikawa frowned, "So you're telling me all this was because your parents are too ignorant to care about you?" He gestured to the torn pages. You shook your head in denial, "It's so much more than that." 

"Then tell me about it." Oikawa dismounted from the previous position the two of you were in. He sat on the wooden flooring of the music room, forcing your head to lay gently on his lap. At least he had diverted your attention from your emotions.

You were reluctant at first, but after meeting Oikawa's stern expression you gave a defeated sigh. "I lack-- no need, inspiration."

"See?" Oikawa points, "Inspiration is the manifestation of our work, there's no telling when it'll hit us, that's why we need to let the chips fall where they may and play our part until that time comes." 

Your eyebrows furrowed up in bewilderment at Oikawa's words. You didn't expect such poetry from the male, he always seemed like the type that thought potatoes grew on trees so you were really taken aback. 

Seeing as you weren't really responding, Oikawa continued. "That's why we need to work with others. Even if they're an ethereal body like word: inspiration, we still need link ourselves with something in order to function." He then looked down at you, smiling genuinely this time. 

You recalled the first time you saw him, his smile resembled nothing of what he was showing you right now.

"My Queen, you're not dancing on your own..."

"I don't dance, I sing." You corrected.

Silence followed after your exchange and you both involuntarily released a string of laughter. "Jeez, you really tried hard to cheer me up, Oikawa-San..." You simpered, wiping the drying streams of tears from your face. 

Oikawa grinned goofily, "That's right. Smile, as a way to celebrate overcoming another hurdle in life." You playfully hit his shoulder, "You're being too deep, I get it already, you can expel the demon that possessed you to say those poetic things now." You teased, the first you've ever been with him.

"I like you (y/n)-Chan, of course I should be deep and honest when I'm with you." Oikawa confessed out of the blue, bringing a streak of red to paint over your cheeks. The setter turned a little pink himself as he awaited your answer. 

"I-I mean..." You stammered, averting your gaze. "You're not so much of a mongrel as I thought..." You bashfully trailed off, scratching the back of your neck nervously.

Oikawa's beamed at your answer, practically lunging himself at you and trapping you within a bone-crushing embrace. "Oikawa-San!" You exclaimed, reddening a little more. 

"Call me Tooru, it's so much cuter when it rolls off your tongue (y/n)-Chan!" Oikawa squeals, nuzzling his nose against the sensitive skin of your neck, earning a small squeak from you. You were extremely sensitive there and you were afraid of how you'd react when Oikawa continued to tease you.

Thankfully, your savior came in the right moment.

"OI! SHITTYKAWA YOU'RE LATE FOR PRACTICE!" Iwaizumi yells, freezing up as he saw your state in Oikawa's hold. 'Help me' You mouthed to the ace.

A deadly aura enveloped the ace, causing Oikawa to pull himself off of you, planting a quick peck on your cheek before he ran from his impending doom. 

"YOU REALLY ARE A CRAPPY BASTARD-- COME BACK HERE!" The ace chased after the setter, ready to snake his hands around the brunette's neck.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!! IWA-CHAN NO!" 

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Hope you enjoyed, sorry if that was crappy.