[Oikawa falls silent at the question as he purses his lips in thought and his fingers pick at the edges of the futon. His ideal type... It's a fun topic to discuss, but he can't help feeling like he's skirting a dangerous line here. He's considered his type before, more than once, and each time he'd felt an uncomfortable twist in his gut at the similarities he'd found between his ideal girl and his best friend.

But that was normal, right? Oikawa had spent so much of his life with Iwaizumi, it was difficult not to think of their relationship as the ideal.

When he finally answers, it's after he's already carefully chosen his words.]

The older type?

[He snickers to himself, both slightly amused and slightly embarrassed.]

A mature woman wouldn't let me get away with the usual things that cause trouble in my relationships, but she'd also be understanding when it comes to my priorities.