This is short but, like... Oikawa supremacy- 

Also, Atsu would totally have a bucket-load of celebrity crushes and I fully believe Oikawa is one of them-

Miya Atsumu had not been having a good day. In fact, his day had been going terribly. That was probably why he was getting cheered up by Iwaizumi, as the two walked around the Olympic Village. Practice had been shitty, since Atsumu had been out of his rhythm today and that's never a good thing to be while Kageyama Tobio was the other setter and he never seemed to be off his game.

"Look, Miya," Iwaizumi began, as he bought Atsumu a sports drink. "How about we talk about something that'd make you happy? I can't really comfort you, but I want to try cheer you up."

Atsumu sighed. "Maybe... Can we talk about romance or something?"

Iwaizumi stared. "Huh?"

"Sorry, it's weird, but stuff like gossip or romcom mangas really cheer me up sometimes," Atsumu explained, staring uninterestedly at the floor.

Iwaizumi hummed, picking up the sports drink as it fell from the vending machine. "Okay, then. You can start."

"Well... Who are your celebrity crushes, Iwa-san?" Atsumu began.

The trainer frowned. "Uh... I don't know, I don't really get any. I guess you could say Chris Hemsworth, from America."

Atsumu snorted. "Who doesn't have a celebrity crush on Chris Hemsworth?"

Iwaizumi shrugged. "Well, I knew a guy back in high school who was not into the macho guys, so some people, I guess."

"And that guy must've been mad."

Iwaizumi thought about his memories of Kyoutani Kentarou. "Yeah. He was pretty mad. Who do you have celebrity crushes on, then?"

Atsumu smiled slightly. "Pretty boys. I love pretty boys. Like Omi-Omi, Akaashi-san - he's an editor of a manga - and Kozume, Tetsu-kun's friend. They're all quite pretty."

Iwaizumi was glad to see him smiling again. "Who'd you say is your favourite?"

"Out of those three? Omi-kun. Out of everyone? Well..." Atsumu grinned. "I'm not sure I should say."

"Ah, come on. I've admitted my kind-of celebrity crush on Chris Hemsworth. You can tell me this."

Atsumu smiled. "Well. He's another setter and he's so cool..."

Iwaizumi arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Is he from the Jackals?"

"No, no, he's actually Argentinian," Atsumu said.

"Is he?" A very brief frown crossed Iwaizumi's face. "What's he like?"

Atsumu barely hesitated before answering, "Dreamy. I saw an article about him during my second year of high school, in that old volleyball magazine, and I've been obsessed over since!"

"Well, who is he?"

The setter glanced around, as if expecting this person to show up. "Oikawa Tooru..." He whispered.

Iwaizumi stared. "You what?"

"Yeah, I know. Argentina's line-up setter is my celebrity crush, that's not very good form, is it?" Atsumu laughed, not noticing the shocked look on Iwaizumi's face. "You might have to put Kageyama in for that game, I think I'd melt, playing on the same court as him..."

"Wait, you have a crush on my fiance?"

Atsumu stopped in his tracks. "He's your what?"

"Iwa-chan~! Mi amor~!" Speaking of the devil, Oikawa Tooru turned the corner. He was wearing the blue uniform of Argentina and looked like a vision from Heaven, even if he was a trick from Hell. He breezed past Atsumu, wrapping his arms around Iwaizumi happily. "I've been looking for you,y'know! My team landed about an hour ago, y'know! I am so jetlagged right now, you can't even begin to understand how tired I am! Oh, it's been far too long since I've seen you, c'mon, give me a hug, I'm tired!"

"God, you still talk way too much," Iwaizumi sighed, wrapping his arms around Oikawa, rather sheepishly aware of Atsumu staring, wide mouthed. "How are you feeling?"

"Ugh! Like I said, I'm tired! I've been dragging this bag around for an hour and I really need to sleep-!"

"He's your what?" Atsumu finally managed to speak again, cutting over Oikawa's whining.

Iwaizumi smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Miya... I feel kinda bad now."

Oikawa pulled himself off Iwaizumi, blinking thoughtfully. "Hi? Who are you?"

Atsumu stood to attention. "Uh, Miya Atsumu! You're really pretty- I mean, a good setter! Uh, hi! You can just call me Atsumu, if you want!"

"Well, Atsu-chan, I'm delighted to know that you think I'm pretty!" Oikawa said, charming the already charmed setter instantly, making Iwaizumi roll his eyes. "You're quite pretty yourself. I love your hair!"

"Thank you!" Atsumu squeaked, looking near death as Oikawa shook his hand.

"Oi, Tooru, stop with the flirting," Iwaizumi grunted, politely elbowing his fiance. "I thought you were tired..."

Oikawa gasped. "Iwa-chan, I was hardly flirting-"

"Shut it for a second, let me sort this out." Iwaizumi turned to Atsumu, ignoring Oikawa's sigh. "Miya, this is my boyfriend of seven years and my fiance of two years, Oikawa Tooru." He put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way."

Atsumu blinked. "I'm just surprised you managed to score a ten. No offence, Iwa-san, but you're kind of a four..."

Iwaizumi glared. "Do you want to do triple laps, tomorrow?"

"No."

"Then never say I'm a four again."

"Sorry to interrupt," Oikawa piped up. "But what the fuck is suddenly going on here?"