playing “You’re Gonna Go Far,” by Noah Kahan

you sat in a coffee shop, raining hitting the window as you looked down at your drink. Oikawa sat in front of you, his pose almost the same as yours.

“you know, i wouldn’t do this if i didn’t have to.” he said after a moment before continuing. “i have to leave Japan if i want to continue volleyball.”

he held your hand from across the table, even if you wouldn’t look at him he had to provide some sort of comfort.

“i’ll visit one day,” he said, trying to lighten the mood “i’m gonna come back, and we’ll come back to this exact coffee shop and catch up.” he said to you. he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as you still wouldn’t talk.

“please say something, anything.” he pleaded after a moment.