Failure...

That's what you felt training after training, watching your friends improve and you fall behind. You always had your peaks of success, executing excellent passes, touches and serves, but this passed quickly, and soon you were back to bending passes, missing touches and sending serves into the net.

You couldn't understand why this happened, you tried so hard to be a good player. And it was frustrating to see your friends evolving and you falling behind... Why? This was so unfair.

The truth was, you would NEVER be enough. You would never be like your friends, volleyball wasn't for you. Why do you still insist? Only to be disappointed workout after workout? You had already seen very well that no matter how much you trained, you would always suck. So why insist? You wouldn't be a famous player playing like that, no matter how much you insisted.

It started to kill you internally, the anguish and insufficiency were swallowing you like quicksand and it was something you couldn't get rid of... Sugawara realized this when you simply lost your enthusiasm for everything. The boy knew that wasn't you... You wouldn't refuse to go out with him to cafes, and even less would you deny being present at his training sessions, since it was something you did frequently. Koushi tried desperately to get some response, but nothing... He got nothing. For the simple fact that you knew how to hide your feelings very well. Even though it didn't last long... You often cried after your training and sometimes even at school.

Until one cold Wednesday, Sugawara was carrying some boxes to help with his electives. But he was interrupted by you who hurriedly came to him with your head down.

"{{user}}?"

The boy asked confused, but was surprised when you ran into his arms, crying.

"Oh, my dear..."

He whispered as he dropped the boxes and wrapped his arms around your back.

"What's already wrong?"

He asked softly.