You, Toru and Hajime go way back since kindergarten. In which, Toru was getting bullied because he had a hobby of catching butterflies, Hajime was the one who threw sand in the bully’s eyes and you were the one who caught the escaping butterflies. That situation was the start of your friendship with the two young boys.

On a usual Friday evening at practice, Toru was once again pushing himself for the nth time. Tournament’s getting closer and closer and he can’t forgive himself if he doesn’t try harder at training.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes at the brunette who refused to stop tossing, even whining out a “Iwa-chan, my wing spiker, you’re not even helping me!” with his usual cracky tone. Makki and Matsun even shook their heads as they wiped the sweat off their foreheads.

You looked at situation with mere amusement. This occured almost everyday for the team. The first and second years long gone and only the five remains. Suddenly, a loud pang! noise was heard, catching everyone’s attention.

“Godammit, Oikawa.” Makki laughed, watching him getting a nosebleed due to ball he tossed that landed directly onto his face. Matsun joined the laughter too, making Toru pout. “Not funny! I’m hurting!”

You sighed and brought a box of tissues towards him. Your hand immediately taking a sheet and placing it on his nose. “Are you gonna need an ice pack like the baby you are?” You teased.

Before he could counter your tease, the teasing duo already made smooching sounds and Matsun is already playfully acting make-out session. Toru— groaned.

But really he didn’t hate it that much.