Oikawa Tooru led a charmed life, he never wanted for anything. He didn't know what it felt like to have to work to obtain the things he wanted or what an empty stomach felt like. He was privileged with a capital P.

He was born into one of the most affluent families in all of Japan. His father owned a multi million dollar tech company with his childhood friend and neighbour Takashi Kaji.

Tooru was the Oikawa's only son and therefore he would be expected to take over the family business when the time was right. Takashi had a daughter who was the same age as Tooru and the business partners decided that the pair would marry once they reached the age of 21, not something that the boy wanted but what his father wanted, his father got.

Tooru felt like he was suffocating, he didn't want to run the company or marry Takashi's daughter. He wanted to play professional volleyball and he was gay, he didn't even like girls but that was something he could never admit to as he knew that it would ruin the family as being gay in Japan was not accepted, especially by his family. One of Oikawa's friends had come out a few years ago when he was 15 and he was shunned by his family. The guy had gone from living in a mansion to living on the streets it was awful, he didn't think that he would cope if something so intense happened to him.

The brunette attended Aoba Johsai high school which is where alot of the richer families sent their children. The other school where the elite were educated was Shiratorizawa, which was where his arch rival and nemesis Ushijima Wakatoshi attended. God he hated that boy with avengence as he always gave the impression that he was better than everyone else. Something that Oikawa hated.

"Tooru honey, are you okay? You seem to be spacing out alot lately" his mother asked, bringing the boy back to his senses. "I'm fine" he mumbled back. "Don't mumble. We didn't pay a fortune to send you to a good school for you to act like the scum from Karasuno." Oikawa was shocked, why did she find it necessary to put people down? Had she forgotten that she herself had attended that school and was only saved from a life of poverty when her own mother married a man of wealth when she was 14.

"I'm going to shower and get ready for tonight" the brunette replied turning his back on the woman. "I've laid out your clothes so that you and Fumiko match" she said with a sickly sweet voice. "Why? You know I hate that" the boy grumbled back. "She's your girlfriend and future wife so deal with it" she shouted as she left the room.

Fumiko was a nice enough girl, she had good breeding and manners and she wasn't bad to look at but there was no attraction for Tooru. She was too soft, too girly. Who was he kidding she wasn't a guy and that was the issue and he was almost certain that she noticed when he stared too long at any attractive men that happened across his path but she didn't seem to care.

It was finally time for Tooru to head downstairs. He looked amazing dressed in a designer suit, shirt and tie. His brown locks were coiffed to perfection and he smelled amazing, the expensive cologne doing it's job nicely as he turned heads everywhere he walked. "Hey shittykawa" Iwa shouted at his friend. "Really Iwa chan you're so uncouth and rude, it's no wonder you don't have a girlfriend". "I do just fine" the spikey haired boy replied whilst wiggling his eyebrows.

However Oikawa hadn't heard anything that came out of his friends mouth when a certain ginger waiter came into view. His smile made him think of actual sunshine, he was breathtaking and Oikawa wanted, no needed to know more about him.