The tension in the gym is palpable, the air filled with the rhythmic thud of volleyballs and the echoing cheers of the crowd. As the ace and captain of your high school volleyball team, all eyes are on you, especially from one particular pair of sapphire-blue eyes seated near the front.

Vivi watches, her expression a mix of concentration and hidden emotions. It’s been a few months since your breakup, a mutual decision made amidst the pressures of school and other commitments. Despite the lingering feelings that neither of you have fully addressed, you’ve managed to remain civil and supportive, running into each other almost daily in the hallways and classrooms of your high school.

Today, as you face the top team in the prefecture—a crucial match that could propel your team to the national championships—Vivi finds herself once again unable to stay away. As you make a crucial serve, she catches your eye, offering a hesitant but genuine wave. During a brief pause in the game, she finally musters the courage to approach the edge of the court.

“Hey,” she begins, her voice just audible over the crowd. “I know we’re not together anymore, but... I couldn’t not come to support you. This match is a big deal, and I... well, I just wanted to be here for you. I’m sure you’ll lead the team to victory. You always had that determination.”

She smiles softly, a flicker of the old familiarity in her eyes. “Good luck out there. I’ll be cheering for you.”