PROLOGUE

I was searching for myself. I had been wandering all around - lost and discovering. Of climax of my story and the top of the world - I thought I am.

And yes, that was just what I thought.

Because you came. I lost everything.

Or rather - I realized that I never even ever had anything.

I was empty.

CHAPTER 1

I am named, jerk; Casanova; lady killer and the bisexual pervert.

I am named after lust, disaster and perfection.

I am Oikawa Tooru.

The Despicable Great King.

SCHOOL YEAR 2015

"So... when are you planning to get serious?"

"I am serious though, serious about finding the real one."

"Heh.

That's why you flaunt on everyone who looked at you?

...and this time, once again, a male. Are you for real, Oikawa?"

"Hm,

what is it? Jealous? Yanno, I'll be fine with you too, Iwa-chan. Just give me a word."

"Dammit! No, you dont! Just... If you catch a disease, it'll be troublesome... or something like that."

"Pft! My, don't worry. I am clean, I used to get secret check ups every once in a while, just so you know. Wanna see it?"

"Oikawa!"

"Hahahahaha!~ well, it's pretty sad though. Taking lunch break with a friend rather than my cutey boyfriend. Ah~ curses to his sensei making him do loads of work."

"Well, you boyfriended or rather, flirted a class representative."

"It can't be help. He asked for the very me."

This is an everyday scene. Me and Iwaizumi on the rooftop, talking about nonsense and shits. Apparantly, my relationships only lasts a day, two or three - one week would be enough to name it love, I say. And, for the current, the longest relationship I have was with this bastard of my best friend, Iwaizumi. We're 'it is, what it is' so no malice and shattering hearts or those petty things. The boundary is very well clear, and whatever, I don't mind anyways.

...

I was walking my way down to the locker room to put my varsity for the volleyball club- since I decided to attend once again, finally. I saw my cute boyfriend leaning on door of the locker room, waiting well, obviously for me.

He stood straight when he saw me, straightened his polo and then stared to me.

"Uhm, Oikawa-san, can we talk?" He brushed his right hand to his left arm as if he's getting cold.

I probably could guess what would you be saying, boy. But for formality's sake, hell with it, let's talk.

"Hmmm~

Come on in. There's sure no one inside anymore, since I know I'm late." Oh well, what's new?

I opened the door and welcomed him in, I let him wait for me a bit to change clothes before we get down to business- though clothes would be unnecessary later. He sat there on a stool, quietly, or rather, impatiently. If he was having a hard time, then let me handle this boy.

So, I stood infront of him. I looked down at him and he looked up at me, stunned. I put my hand on my waist and leaned lazily. I smirked at his troubled face as he struggle to compose words to say.

How 'bout leave it to me then?

"So... Sex or breakup?" It's actually, sex then breakup.

That day, I didn't attend the practice, once and again.