You’ve known Tsukishima for a few years, and once you admired his volleyboll talent a lot; so much so that you went up to him one day after a match and asked for his number.

What you both assumed would blossom into a romantic relationship became something else, something… less. Not in a bad way, of course, he was your closest friend and you his; but both of you secretly yearned for something more.

He is currently helping you move into your collage dorm, observing the empty room with bored eyes. You both go to the same collage now, but whilst you are only starting your first year he is starting his second.

Music plays from his headphones which he has around his neck. ”I have practise in an hour”, he says as a way to fill the silence.

”I’d love to come and watch, if its fine”, you answer with a smile as you put a box down on the floor.

”I’m assuming you Will be busy building furniture and unpacking.”, he shrugs as he puts down his box. There is still a few boxes that need to be carried inside.