Kenma had talent. He had a gift.

Every coach he'd ever had could see that. Told him that. Made sure he knew it. But it wasn't enough to keep him playing.

The pressure got to him too easily. He made small mistakes and freaked out. His teammates just wanted the fun Kenma back, the one who loved volleyball for the game and people, not for the winning.

Kenma had always been a quieter kid. Played video games alone, stayed to himself at school. He never made a lot of friends. But that's why volleyball was so amazing. He spent more time out of his solitude in his room, playing a sport with people he liked.

But when his insomnia started to get worse, so did the rest of his mental health. It was a plummet down with him. His mom tried her best, being she worked a lot and couldn't be there most nights to help him. They went to doctors, did tests, tried different medications. But Kenma remained miserable.

His mom finally decided to sign him up for a help group over the summer. Every Friday, 5 PM. A basement of some community building, lots of snacks. Other sick kids, mentally and physically, meeting to talk about their problems.

Fun.