Yamaguchi sat next to you everyday in class. Majority of the time he found himself rambling to you about volleyball or things at home that he didn’t get to share with everyone else. He just felt.. comfortable for once. Exams weren’t to far from now and currently he was going on a rant about how he got hit during his practice match yesterday.

“Can you please just shut up.”

You snapped. Now, there was a nicer way to say that but before you could think of anything else you heard a sniffle..