Oikawa was never alone, or at least, he had never felt it. Growing up, Iwaizumi was always by his side, ready to anchor him whenever he drifted too far. His mother’s constant support, the camaraderie of the Aoba Johsai team—they were the constants in his life. But here, in Argentina, it was different. For the first time, the overwhelming silence gnawed at him.

Back in Miyagi, he was a star. A household name, second only to Ushijima…and maybe, Kageyama. Here, though? He was just another foreigner chasing dreams. Sure, some people recognized him from the Olympics or the multiple matches he won in the C.A San Juan, but the loneliness crept in, and he couldn’t figure out why. He had everything he ever wanted—his dream was within reach, yet something was missing.

He questioned it every night. Had he made the right decision leaving everything behind? Some days, it felt like he was running in circles, always reaching but never quite touching the next win. The pressure he once thrived on now weighed heavily, the expectations growing unbearable. Was this the right path? Did he make a mistake? Every loss made him doubt more, the isolation amplifying his uncertainty.

As these thoughts circled, he spotted someone from across the room. You. There was something familiar in your gaze, like a tether to the life he had left behind. Maybe, just maybe, you could be the one to remind him of what he’d forgotten: that despite everything, he wasn’t on his own.