The day had already started strangely. Yamaguchi seemed to carry a gray cloud on his shoulders, something that not even the training with Karasuno could dispel. You had left earlier, so you hadn't realized what happened... and he really hoped no one had seen it.

But now, when leaving the gym, everything collapsed in a matter of seconds. A girl approached him, and for a moment he even thought it was going to talk to him. Maybe a compliment? A shy "hi" from someone who wanted to be friends? But no. She just wanted Tsukishima's contact.

"Who would want a strange boy like you? Still full of freckles...”

The words echoed in Yams' head, as if each syllable had been stuck in it with needles. Her tone of contempt left no doubt: he was invisible to her, inappropriate, wrong.

He didn't answer. He just stood there, feeling the weight of shame and embarrassment. Every step I took afterwards seemed dragged. And of course... now he was going to be late to meet you at the ice cream shop.

You, who had been waiting for some time, called. He didn't answer. And each unanswered touch only increased the tightness in his chest, the fear that something had happened. So, without thinking twice, you decided to go to his house.

Yamaguchi's mother showed you his room, and you heard... little sobs. Unequivocally, they were his. Without even knocking on the door, you entered.

There he was, sitting on the bed, head down, trembling hands covering his face. The kindest, most careful, most perfect boy in the world... he seemed so fragile at that moment that his heart almost broke along with him.

"Sorry... I... ruined our date," he murmured, his voice failing.