MBTI. ENFP - curious, observant, energetic, enthusiastic, excellent communicator, knows how to relax, popular and friendly; overthinker, easily stressed, highly emotional, independent to a fault.

ENNEAGRAM. 3 - feeling validated = feeling worthy, pursues success, wants to be admired, hard-working, competitive, competent, often extroverted, generous, and charismatic; great fear of being a "loser", difficulty in intimacy because he's ashamed of who he is ( fear of someone else finding out what he's really like, etc etc ), difficult for others to understand, and tends to confuse true happiness with the illusion of it.
MORAL ALIGNMENT. Chaotic Good - good conscience, but tends not to really care about what others think about him. hates it when people try to demand things of him/try to intimidate others. follows his own moral compass, even if it doesn't necessarily align with everyone else's. good heart, free spirit, but disrupts order.
TEMPERAMANT. Melancholic - thinker ( plans ahead ), only argues because he wants to set the issue right moreso than wanting to just be right/dominant, organized, idealist, intense; "emotionally sensitive, perfectionistic introvert", self-deprecative, critical of others, worrier, stubborn/tenacious, pessimistic, hates/rejects easily, complains a lot, blames himself for pretty much everything. (appears Sanguine - "boisterous, bubbly, chatty, openly emotional, social extrovert" )
TROPES. Always Someone Better, Aplogizes a Lot, Attention Whore, Beliving Their Own Lies, Cannot Spit It Out, Career-Ending Injury ( his knee ), Committment Issues, Deadpan Snarker, Jerk With a Heart of Gold ( to some, maybe ), Nice Guy ( ? to his own accord ), Stepford Smiler ( Type A - smiles to hide his depression ), "Well Done, Son!" Guy ( tries to gain the approval of his parents. it doesn't work. ), Vitriolic Best Buds ( with a lot of his friends ), and a lot more, but the list would probably go one forever if I added all of them.

before you read on, please know that these next few sections contain mentions of parental neglect, abusive relationships and self-harm. if you are uncomfortable/are triggered by these topics, DO NOT read any further. your health is important, too !!

appearance. with tousled, chestnut locks that reach just around his neck area, long lashes and fawn irises that have seemed to have captured the stars from the sky, pale skin; cold to the touch, and a smile whose very definition is love, tooru is the picturesque poster boy for pretty. he stands at 180 cm, just a few centimeters shorter than his canon counterpart ( it's due to the fact that he doesn't play as much as he should; even so, it annoys him to no end ). he's lithe, though he does his best to present a graceful disposition ( it doesn't take much, however; swans are the very symbol of the concept, of course ). he seems to have a rather sultry figure, and the way he presents himself with a sort of regality leads others to create a title for him ( of course, it's not a very nice title, and no matter how promiscuous he may be, he'd rather you not say it in regards to him ).
he usually has bruises that cover his body, mostly around his arms and hips. they're nothing too damaging -- though he never reveals their origins, opting instead to cover them with makeup. he also habitually tapes his fingers, partly because of volleyball, and partly because he wants to erase the mess that he makes of himself from time to time. ( he tells himself that it's fine -- that it's not self-harm if he's not cutting himself, right ? )

personality. at first glance, tooru has a naturally charismatic demeanour. however, his attitude is one that leads one to either love or hate him. he seems to be a cheery boy at first -- all smiles, all play, and absolutely no work. he has a domineering presence, and given his stature, he's sure to turn heads the minute he enters a room. he may be the resident pretty boy, but in no way does his personality match his looks. underneath this carefree attitude is sadism at its finest. tooru takes a sort of pleasure in knowing that he has power over somebody, and he tends to toy with emotions through petty means such as guilt-tripping. he detaches himself from people, and is incapable of feeling much empathy. sympathy, yes. but empathy? no. he can't do it -- he's unable to connect to somebody emotionally, not if he doesn't know all of them. however, the reason why he's made a habit of poking fun at others' insecurities is because of his own. these are the walls that he has built around himself in order to keep himself safe. it's a defense mechanism -- the less people that try to knock down this personality, the less people that end up hurt in the end.
should you get close to tooru, you'll find that he really is a sweet boy, though lacking grace in terms of emotional connection. he really doesn't mean to come off cold and callous, but it can't be helped -- he instinctively does it in order to ward off anyone that wants to hurt him ( though in turn, he ends up hurting those he loves the most ). he's the well-known 'mom friend', however. he'll always be there to lend a helping hand, or a source of advice should you need it. when he loves, he either loves with every fibre of his being or not at all. he tends to reserve the former for those he holds dear ( his team, as well as his older brother and hajime ). he can come off as flirtatious at times, and won't hesitate to comment on a friend's attractiveness. he's unabashed by the act, and finds it hilarious when they react embarrassedly. ironically enough, he's unable to take what he dishes out, and thus tends to get flustered himself when flirted back at.

backstory. in order to truly understand an individual, one must know what it's like to step inside their shoes, so to speak. and for somebody as complex as tooru, this statement goes doubly.

...
do you really think that you're the one who determines your fate? no, of course not. you were never in control.
when it comes down to it, your life was nothing short of tumultuous. so -- picture this: you were born on a warm july night to oikawa hoshiko and oikawa rikuto, their second son next to oikawa kaito. you've always been your older brother's little prince-- after all, seven years is quite a difference to be had between siblings. you always regarded kaito as a second father to you ( having parents that are never home tends to do that ). you were a star child, in all senses of the term. you had a certain shine that blinded some and lit the path for others. you always get the best of grades, always been obedient, always been perfect perfect perfect -- a child of the oikawa family doesn't take second best, after all. it's for the best, right? the better you do in school, the better you do in sports, the more you achieve in life, become something... maybe then, when you're worth it, your parents will at least spare a glance at you.
and yet -- it's kind of funny how rumours through the grapevine can travel through, isn't it? you first overhear it at age eight when you go to your brother's room after yet another bad dream ( something about your best friend getting abducted by aliens? ). you know that he'll probably scold you, tell you to stop watching those darn cartoons so late at night -- but you can't help it, really. you're an observant child, and you have to soak up everything like a sponge taking up water. you remember overhearing your brother's words as he talked to a close friend, making out a few of them until the word 'tooru' escapes his lips. you still yourself, suddenly interested in this conversation. a part of you preens in pride, is overjoyed that your brother is willing to talk about you to his friends. so you indulge yourself in this seemingly innocent conversation for a while, waiting for a prompt time to burst in.
"i just don't get it. he's a good kid-- much better than i ever was." you really can't imagine kaito ever being bad. he's always been the best to you.
"he's pretty smart for a little kid. i mean, i wish he had more friends, but he'll grow out of that shell in a few years, right?" well, what other friends would you ever need? you have hajime. hajime'd never leave you.
"i don't get why mom and dad never pay attention to him." suddenly, you don't seem like where this is going.
"but i guess that's just what happens when you're a kid that wasn't planned."
ah. so that's it.
that's why mother and father always seemed so interested in kaito's achievements, never yours.
that's why mother and father brushed you off so easily, why you were allowed to stay over at hajime's practically everyday.
it wasn't because they loved you, or because they knew that you were responsible and wonderful and perfect.
it was because they never cared.
you're not surprised by that.

you're eleven when things start going badly. your brother marries his girlfriend after getting her pregnant, and you're happy. but only for a little while. you're excited for the baby, and the notion that you have a sister-in-law and a soon-to-be-nephew. what child isn't happy with the prospect of responsibility? but no, your euphoria is short-lived when you realize that kaito is going to leave you. you know you have hajime and his mother-- they've always been so kind to you. but oikawa kaito is irreplacable. he's your brother, and your substitute parent ( your better parent ). he taught you just how amazing it is to look up at night and see the stars in the night sky, taught you to not just simply analyze your surroundings but to always wonder. he was the first person that you loved-- he can't be going away.
he does, anyway.
you learn soon enough that everybody leaves eventually.

nowadays, you almost have the gall to laugh at the irony of it all. you were the one begging hajime to never leave. you were the one that made him promise to be there for you. you were the one that told him to stay by your side. forever.
but forever is such a short time, and years arrive so slowly that you grow tired of counting on your fingers.
it's time to grow up, tooru.
despite your own wishes, you do what your parents have always wanted you to and go to the best school in the prefecture -- shiratorizawa academy ( maybe they'll finally look at you with something that isn't contempt for once ).
see, that's the funny thing. he promised you he wouldn't leave.
but you never did the same thing.

so, picture this: you're fifteen-years old, practically friendless and in a school you didn't even want to go to in the first place.
pretty lonely, isn't it?
for you, it's a cycle of use and reuse. you use people in order to feel less alone. and they in turn use you for their own personal gain. it's fair, isn't it? it's okay, isn't it?
...
it hurts.
( you get used to it soon enough. )
( this is also the first time you hurt yourself on purpose. )
in your first year, you get into a relationship with a boy who's three years your senior. he tells you that you're nothing without him, tells you that you're worthless if you leave him. you believe him -- you really believe him. you built him up to be so much.
he comes crumbling down later on.
you laugh when he is the one that ends up begging for you to come back.
the very thought of him sickens you. you're stronger than this. you know this now.
a lot happens in your second year. you get into your second relationship. it ends up on rocky terms, but you're sure that you will both be alright.
you also gain a neighbour. his name is kawanishi taichi. it's not long before he becomes your best friend ( and you become his everything ).
your saving grace comes in the form of your teammates ( you later find out that these people are your family, not the empty house that greets you after school ). it's as if you've been woken up from a dream you never even knew you fell into. it's pretty cool-- having sleepovers, friendly chats, feeling like you belong for once.
in your third year, hajime comes back to you. or rather, it's the other way around.
picture this: all seems pretty good, right? you're happy-- genuinely happy for once.
you can't even remember the last time you've felt like this.

but darling tooru, you should know this by now. when it comes down to it, you're not the one in control here.
who ever said that you would get a happy ending?
everything is going to come crashing down eventually.
and oh, it'll hurt more than it ever has before.