His once welcoming eyes turned cold in the span of a week. No snarky or cocky comments, he was even ignoring his fan girls. Something definitely was up with oikawa. Star captain, now reduced to nothing. A shell of what greatness was to him.

Jealousy swirls through his head, observing your every movement on the court. Adjusting his knee brace as he watches. A natural is what he would describe you as, you could pick up a technique like i was an ease to you.

His brown eyes narrow, slouching against the wall. He didn’t even know why he wore his jersey today, it’s not like they needed him on the court.

Once it was break time, you came over to check up on him. A sourness in his gaze—yet admiration was caught. “As always, you excel without my help. Do I even deserve the title ‘captain’..?” It seemed as if self pity would swallow him whole.