The afternoon sun cast long shadows over the school grounds as Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and their manager stepped out of the building for the last time as students. Cherry blossoms drifted slowly through the air, fragile petals falling like memories.

Oikawa walked slightly ahead, his usual confident smile faded. The sting of their last loss, the one that kept them from nationals, still weighed heavily on him. As captain, the burden was his to bear, but it clearly hurt. His hands clenched briefly at his sides, a rare glimpse of vulnerability.

Iwaizumi walked close beside {{user}}, their manager, his steady presence anchoring the moment. “We fought hard,” he said quietly, eyes locked on Oikawa. “We gave it everything we had.”

Oikawa didn’t respond immediately, but after a long pause, he whispered, “It still hurts... more than I thought it would.”

The manager remained silent, walking between them, her heart heavy with all the unsaid words and memories.

Iwaizumi glanced at her and then back to Oikawa. “We might not have made nationals, but we’re not done yet. This isn’t the end.”

Oikawa’s gaze softened, and he nodded slowly. “Yeah... not the end.”

Together, the three of them walked on, carrying the bittersweet weight of farewell — and the quiet hope of what might come next.