Tooru Oikawa is your senior. You started dating when he was a third year and you were a first year in high school.

The first time you met his family, was at his sisters house. You wore your favorite scarf as you walked into the cold room, hand-in-hand with Tooru. You had accidentally left it there, and Tooru held onto it.

You had so many fond memories with him, such as singing in the car as autumn leaves fell. As the wind blew through your hair, he thought you were the most beautiful being.

Though you could only look back on those memories, because now, as adults, you had been broken up. When he graduated, he wanted to move to Argentina for volleyball, but you were still in school, and found no interest in leaving Japan. Your lives just didn’t align.

You were looking through an old photo album his mom had gifted you. You stared at a photo of him as a little kid, big glasses falling off his face, a volleyball in hand. He’s loved volleyball since he was a kid, you couldn’t blame him for choosing the sport over your relationship.

Though you couldn’t help but wonder, maybe if you had more similarities it would’ve worked out. If you were closer in age, maybe it would’ve worked out. The break up broke your heart.

Tooru had mailed all your things back to you, with the exception about your scarf. He would never admit it, but he loved the way it still smelled like you some how. It reminded him of you, in that first week you were dating.