(Crashes into party covered in snow) This is the dance police!! I’m here to detain Oikawa Tooru!! I’ve gotten several reports of bad coordination, cringe moves, and running into people!! Where is he?!?

Oikawa looks at you with wide eyes. “Wah? I’m a great dancer!” he insists. He grabs your hand, dragging you to the dance floor. Tugging you close, he begins moving to the beat, swaying your hips along with him. “See, _____?” he coos. “How could you be so mean to me like that?” 

You smile up into his face. “This was just my excuse to get you to dance with me.”

“You’re devious,” he laughs, then smiles. “I like that.”