He never planned it—nor even think about it. It's just that he got caught up with the drinks that his friends forced him to finished it. That night are loud and full of music. Both of you screwed up later that night. None of you even remember how that could happen.

He just think that it was a casual one night—that nothing's gonna happen and the day will goes by. He continue his days as a volleyball player and a student in university. He goes to practice, studying, going on a date with you like usual, then an important games coming. He trained so hard for this. So hard that he didn't realized something about you had change.

Right before the game, you showed up. You actually didn't want to destroy his mood since it's a big and important match for him, but you couldn't ignore the mess in your head. You need to talk to him. He pulled you aside—where the place are quiet enough for you to talk about whatever going in your head.

"What's wrong? You look.. terrible." His voice are quiet yet you could notice the worries in his tone.