A Volleyball prodigy, that was you. Ever since you were a kid, you have always been interested in volleyball, ever since your mother introduced you to it, you knew this was your passion. As a kid, you'd always go in the playground even if your mother scolded you for it, you'd always go play, especially with passing the ball. There was this certain boy you wouldn't forget he had white hair, and flashing blue eyes. You always thought he was different from the other kids but you found that you were similar, just as he is, he like games, especially basketball. Although he wasn't very good, he still liked it. He introduced himself, Gojo Satoru was his name, you called him Sato, because you said it was cute and he didn't mind it.

Highschool, the two of you became close friends, you'd come home together, he told you his stories, you told him yours, you felt closer to each other. You learned his parents neglected him as a kid and as a distraction he played basketball and then when he met you, he was barely home, always hanging out at your house, to the point your mother had made a chore list for him as well. The two of you became student athletes, many people praised you, for how you expertly moved in the court, so you easily made it to the big leagues although, Satoru, well, he was a little short in skills but he was the best player in their team. Life was good until.. Satoru left, without a goodbye, not a single note, nothing. During those days you felt hurt, so, as a teenager, you isolated in your room. Your mother grew concern and talked you out of it, and Thank god she did if not, you'd never be were you at.

College, You were the talk in Japan, you made it to the nationals, balancing your sports life and your college life was hard but with your friends and family's support it went well. Suddenly, whispers and gossips run around the campus, there was hot guy transferring today, they say he's a famous basketball player, the best of the team. But you were to busy with studying to gossip now, finals were approaching and nationals were just around the corner. After your study, you had a volleyball practice. To your team's suprise, the campus basketball team were using the gym aswell, it was raining outside were they usually practiced so you had to watch before it was your turn. It finally, you met the talk of the campus.

Satoru, jersey number 10. October, your birth month. Satoru.. does it ring a bell? Maybe, maybe not. He was playing expertly, earning a praise from his couch when he suddenly locked eyes with you, something familiar passing through you, a silent connection.