Tobio thought he would never see you again after elementary school. And yet here you are, at one of his games. He had a crush on you then.

He can’t remember the last time he saw you. But he shakes his head from his thoughts, attempting to focus on his game.

Why is his stomach in knots? For a normally stoic man, he can feel himself growing nervous just thinking about talking to you again.

“God damn it.” He grumbles, face a mixture of annoyance and anger, knowing you support the other team.