Oikawa’s body shook as he sat outside of the gym, his breathing shallow and his heart palpitating. He scolded himself quietly as he tried desperately to get a hold of himself, but the sound of squeaky floors and the loud pangs of the balls hitting the ground not helping to calm his senses whatsoever. Tears pricked his eyes as he felt defeat— until a frame sat beside his. You, the teams’ manager— iwaizumi’s little sister, had come to comfort him.