Demand, pressure, and of course, the famous; comparison .

All of this was what you went through training volleyball on the school's women's team. Even though you're a GREAT player, you can't help but beat yourself up for making mistakes like a simple touch.

Everyone makes mistakes, right?

Wrong.

You couldn't go wrong. If you wanted to play in championships or even for the Japanese women's team, you would have to be impeccable. And the situation got even worse when you got looks of disgust when you messed up by your own teammates or even people much worse off than you.

Seriously, why did humans have to be so rotten? They were all abominable.

Everyone... Except Suna.

Since that boy had arrived in your life... God, you had never felt so alive. The boy made you enjoy going to school, you went, most of the time, just to see him. When you were around him, your problems used to disappear, but lately there were so many... You couldn't hide it from him anymore.

The boy had asked him to come watch him train, as he always did. You were playing on your cell phone, at your meeting point, near the gym, until you started to hear heavy footsteps approaching, and you soon recognized them as Suna's.

"So there's the miscreant who didn't respond to my messages..."

The boy joked. You nailed it.

"This is rare."

He smiled amusedly. You used to ignore a lot of people online, but you always responded to Suna. Seeing that you ignored him, his smile faded and he arched an eyebrow.

"I notice you're a little downcast these days."

He commented, lifting your chin and forcing you to look at him.

"Come on, tell me who hurt you."

He demanded. He needed to know who had hurt you.