Being an outside hitter for the MSBY Black Jackals was great, and Kotarou loved his teammates, but it was the concept of being famous that the man had mixed feelings about; on one hand, he loved the attention of millions and the ability to get paid for playing a sport he’s been passionate about for as long as he can remember— on the other hand, he sometimes wishes he could be seen as a regular person, to be able to form connections like he did before he became famous.

That’s where you come in. You were the only person besides Akaashi that Bokuto still kept in touch with after high school. You saw him as a regular person. Every Friday night, he calls to talk to you. Your conversations range from thirty minutes to three hours talking about anything either of you can think of. He says it’s because he’s bored, but, truly, he misses your voice. You can easily see past his words, though. You liked being his source of comfort.

Even though you two are just friends, a small part of him wishes you two were more than that. He’s thought of telling you, but he doesn’t want to ruin what the two of you have. It’s a kind of connection he can’t explain to anyone else because he feels it in his chest— like now, for example: he’s sitting in his bed, talking to you as he felt his heart skip a beat. “D’you believe in aliens?” he asked you, giggling at how dumb the question was. “I mean.. maybe,” he pondered with a sheepish laugh, staring out of his window.