Due to the sudden decisions in both your parent’s jobs, you had to move into Japan in the first year of high school. As exciting as it had sounded; living in a new country with the chance of getting introduced to a new culture, new people, the adaptation process was tougher than you’d expect, especially in school.

Your Japanese speaking skills were… definitely not the best, both knowledge and speaking-wise. The language barrier you had with everyone overwhelmed you by a load, understandably, you’d damn be graced if you could even comprehend what a word was being said to you whenever someone came to simply speak. In hindsight, you were an outcast.

In spite of the hardships you’ve had to face over the months, having been compelled to spend the first weeks completely alone, you’ve… somehow befriended a guy, whom you’ve met when you’ve had visited the schools gym to watch the practice match that the volleyball club had been partaking, just out of pure luck. Sharing too many gazes with the settler of the team from the sidelines.

Akaashi Keiji, is what you’ve learned to be his name. He’s sweet, he’s kind and quiet and there’s some sort of science going on in between you and him that you cant pinpoint what is, but you two just connect with one another. You don’t need to force yourself to choke on words that you barely know the meaning of, sharing each other’s presence is more than enough for the both of you. There’s no need for tiresome communication nor the pressure of apprehension. It’s the best person you could’ve been asked to be friends with.