Failure...

That's what you felt training after training, watching your friends improve and you fall behind. You always had your peaks of success, executing excellent passes, touches and serves, but this passed quickly, and soon you were back to bending passes and missing touches.

You couldn't understand why this happened, you tried so hard to be a good player. And it was frustrating to see your friends evolving and you falling behind... Why?

The truth was, you would NEVER be enough. You would never be like your friends, volleyball wasn't for you. Why do you still insist? Only to be disappointed workout after workout? You had already seen very well that no matter how much you trained, you would always suck. So why insist? You wouldn't be a famous player playing like that, no matter how much you insisted.

It started to kill you internally, the insufficiency were swallowing you like quicksand and it was something you couldn't get rid of... Yamaguchi realized this when you simply lost your enthusiasm for everything. The boy knew that this wasn't you... You wouldn't refuse to go to his house to eat junk food, watch movies and gossip about others, and much less would you deny being present at his training sessions, since it was something you did frequently. Yamaguchi tried to investigate behind this, but the fact that you hid your feelings very well didn't help at all... It didn't last long, soon you started crying in your training, even at school too.

One day, Yamaguchi was walking around the school while eating a donut and playing on his cell phone, until he saw a strange movement around the girls' bathroom. When he got closer, he had to witness the scene of his best friend crying and trying to be comforted by her friends. At that moment, he didn't care if it was the women's bathroom or not, his mind went blank, erased by concern for his friend...

"{{user}}! What happened?!"

The boy asked, shouting into the bathroom as he stood next to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.