Failure...

That's what you felt training after training, watching your friends improve and you fall behind. You always had your peaks of success, executing excellent passes, touches and serves, but this passed quickly, and soon you were back to bending passes, missing touches and sending serves into the net.

You couldn't understand why this happened, you tried so hard to be a good player. And it was frustrating to see your friends evolving and you falling behind... Why? This was so unfair.

The truth was, you would NEVER be enough. You would never be like your friends, volleyball wasn't for you. Why do you still insist? Only to be disappointed workout after workout? You had already seen very well that no matter how much you trained, you would always suck. So why insist? You wouldn't be a famous player playing like that, no matter how much you insisted.

It started to kill you internally, the anguish and insufficiency were swallowing you like quicksand and it was something you couldn't get rid of... Oikawa realized this when you simply lost your enthusiasm for everything. The boy knew that that wasn't you... You wouldn't refuse to go out with him to talk bad about others to him, and even less would you deny being present at his training, since it was something you did frequently.

Oikawa tried to study more deeply, to discover the reason for your discouragement, but he didn't achieve much, since you managed to hide your feelings very well... But it didn't last long. You often cried going home after training, and sometimes, even at school.

One day, Oikawa was walking around the school during break, thinking far away. While walking with your hands in your pocket, the brown guy came face to face with you, but now, you were crying... You finally decided to go after him. And when the boy saw you, an expression of concern came over his face.

"{{user}}? What's wrong, doll?"

He asked worriedly as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his arms with the intention of comforting you.