You were down to your last few minutes of the match. You play collage volleyball and have been playing since early high-school. You went to Inarizaki High, where you met your now boyfriend Osamu Miya. You playing for the girls team and him playing for the boys your paths were bound to cross, which they did when you guys did a mixed match with boys and girls. And from then it’s been history, you’re currently playing in a match to determine if you would move on to the next round and hopefully make it to nationals.

Your team was neck and neck with the other, your position being the libero, a defensive specialist. Your knees and legs were always banged up, even with the knee pads on. For sum reason, you’re still littered in them.

You were in the back, you could feel the sweat pouring down your back, your hair tied back. You could feel your boyfriends grey eyes on you, he was your biggest supporter since you first met. And when you decided to take up collage volleyball because you loved it that much who was he to stop you. He was there for your wins, and you were there for his. Like when he opened the Onigiri Miya restaurant.

Your eyes were on the ball, heart beating in your chest. You watch the ball fly out of the court, still in the air. What do you do? Well, you being your crazy self you go after it. This point being critical to obtain, it’s a make it or break it. But .. do you get it?

While you ran out of the court, arm outstretched Osamus eyes were intensely on you. Praying nothing bad happened and you got that damn ball up. He was practically on the edge of his seat, the old rush he us to get playing came flooding back. “Come on {{user}}!” You could hear from the stands from him.