Ten years ago...

"Tooru! Where are you?" his mother shouted. She was tired of waiting for her only son to finally come down to the living room.

Footsteps were heard and soon a teenager appeared. He was dressed in a nice suit and had his hair styled.

"Here you are. What took you so long?" his mother walked over to him, fixing his tie.

"Today is an important day, Tooru. It would be very rude of us to be late" his father spoke as he walked into the room.

"I know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again" Tooru spoke in a monotone voice, avoiding eye-contact with his parents.

He didn't know what they were planning, what today was and why it was important, but his sixth sense was telling him that something bad was going to happen.

You see, Oikawa Tooru isn't just some teenager, he's a son of a wealthy business man and an actress.

His mother is a famous actress, who stared in more than 10 movies and dramas. She is barely at home, and when she is - she is spending time with her husband or friends.

His father is a business man who inherited his father's company. Tooru isn't sure what they do, but his father is always busy with meetings and such. Sometimes he forces him to go with him and meet "important people". His father is probably hoping that Tooru will follow his footsteps, but he wasn't even thinking about that.

All he dreamed about now was going out with friends, going to a cinema or to a cafe and just having friends. One bad thing, he's homeschooled. He can only consider their maid and his cat his friends, because no one else listens to him.

When he was still little, he would go outside to their yard and see kids playing on the other side of the fence. They would push eachother, throw leaves at eachother and eat icecream together, while Tooru was forbidden from leaving the yard.

They used to have a dog that Tooru would play with. He was a cute German Shepard who kept Tooru company outside. Dogs are dogs amd sometimes they bite even if they don't mean it, sometimes they can accidentally cause a minor injury, but that's nothing. One time Tooru was playing and the dog accidentally scratched his face, not a big deal right?

The next day the dog was gone. And as his mother stated "This is for your own safety". It would seem that she cares, but that's all that she would say. She only cared about his looks his entire life.

When Tooru started going through puberty, like any other normal kid, his mother forced 19763 beauty products upon him. He wasn't allowed to have a single pimple. It was also around that time when he started getting interested in...others.

He was homeschooled, but during meetings at their house, people would bring their kids there. Tooru met a few girls there, but for some reason he was always more interested in their older brother than them.

The girls would try gain his attention, but he would stare at their brother and think "Wow, he's so handsome...". Apparently, that was a bad thing because when he told his mom this - she freaked out and called someone immediately. He was taken to some psychologist and given a lecture about how he's supposed to only have interest in the opposite sex.

Anyway, back to what's happening...

Now, a sixteen year old Tooru, was the talk of the town. Some speculated that he isn't real and is an alien, because he looked "too handsome" for a sixteen year old.

His parents were once again dragging somewhere. They all sat in the car, Tooru just kept looking out the window, ignoring the talks about business and stuff like that.

The ride wasn't long and soon they stopped. Tooru could see a big mansion and that meant that he was once again dragged to some business meeting.

They were let into the house and soon were greeted by some people. There were two maids, a woman who was wearing rather expensive clothes and jewellery and a man who was wearing a dark blue suit and a Rolex watch. They and his parents were talking like some old buddies.

Then all their attention turned to Tooru, the people scanned him from head to toes before nodding and smiling. His mother then spoke.

"Tooru, you're already sixteen years old and that means that it's the perfect time to look for your companion in life. We would like you to meet someone" she said and Tooru felt his breathing stop.

People moved to sides and a girl appeared. She had long brown hair, she was tall and looked more like a super model than a simple girl.

"That's Miko, your future wife. We arranged a marriage for you, she is the best that you can find" His mother gestured Miko to come closer.

Miko spoke in an annoying manner, but Tooru can't remember what she said. He dragged his mother off to the side.

"Mom, you can't do that. How could you just choose someone without me?" Tooru panicked.

"Her parents are rich, there won't be any financial problems. She's pretty and is an aspiring model. You wouldn't find a girl better than her" his mother said, clearly annoyed by how her son spoke to her.

"I am not marrying her. I want to marry someone I love, not some random stranger" Tooru said and stormed out of the house.

That was the first time he had run away. He wandered through the streets till he reached a fastfood restaurant. Speaking of, he had never been to one. He walked in and ordered a burger with some fries. He saw a couple of friends who were joking around, one of which had his hair dyed pastel pink.. He wished he could dye his hair.. There was also a trio sitting by the table beside him. They also seemed to be having fun..

However, later on Tooru was found, brought back home,he had to listen to lectures from his parents... It seemed like he got brainwashed and the only thing he was supposed to think about was Miko.

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YOOOOOOO it's Easter AND HOLIDAYS MEAN THAT I AM DRUNK WOOHOO.

anyway, here's Oikawa's backstory. Don't you just hate Miko? Like it's all her fault that Tooru cannot  be a happy gay man. After Iwaizumi's backstory is posted we'll get back on track and continue our main story. There are many exciting things to come, just between you and me and it involves   s u c c .

Any way good night and merry christmas

-hataaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagayri