"I'm willing to make a deal," the child-like Oikawa hummed pleasantly. Smoke curled from his nose in the frosted air. Your fingers felt hot in his grip and you tried to flex them away to no avail. "My protection for your devotion-what do you say, [Name]?" ~ in which oikawa tooru is reunited with his childhood obsession and, consequently, brings down the wrath of heaven upon him.