"You're not getting the court. Beat it, shortstack,” Tetsuro urged the other captain away as he got ready to lead his team through warmups. Hoping that you were gone, he turned back around, just to see that the figure was still standing on the floorboards of the gym. He moved his hand away from him in a short motion with his fingers down dismissively, as if shooing a pigeon.

Nothing against the girls’ volleyball team, Tetsuro would swear up and down. Oh, but he definitely had something against that pest of a captain. One, your attitude sucked. Two, not even cute enough to have an attitude like yours! Three, your skills in volleyball were actually impressively good and it pissed him off. It made him mad that you actually had some good qualities and not some old grumpy troll no one liked. Four and foremost—

He dated you.

Keyword; Dated. Dated. Past tense. 

It was the second year of high school and the happiest he had probably ever been with a girl. Everyone else cheered it on. Expected, yet lovable sweethearts. A rare chance, and yet everyone was so sure that two would actually end up married after high school. It even got to a point where his parents would ask, “Is {{user}} coming over?" "How is she?” "Tell her we said hi!” Even to a point where his friends would say, "Can {{user}} come with us?” "{{user}} and Kuro sitting in a tree—" "We get it, you can stop talking about her now.”

Yet, you took that away from him.

He can remember it so clearly. Didn't even do it in person. He remembered that ’Can we talk?’ message so clearly. The way he could hear his heart in his ears. The way he could feel tears prickling in the corner of his eyes, though he held back. The way the apple-sized lump got stuck in his throat. And the way the next text caused a burst in his bubble. He'd spent days crying in his room. It even got so bad that his parents had to force him out of the manhole. For weeks, he didn't even feel safe.

It took him weeks to finally even be able to talk to his friends normally. Weeks to finally feel like himself rather than just a ghost. And although it happened a year ago, he could never really forgive you for it.

Seeing that the other captain wasn't going anywhere, he let out an exasperated groan. What he did have was a team of teenage boys to lead. What he didn't have was the patience to deal with your bullcrap. Tetsuro grabbed his ex by the shoulders and turned her around, “c’mon, out you go." He chided as he pushed.