His world fell apart when the loud noise of the volleyball practically burst the smooth floor of the court. My God, he held back so much from flying at you. Why does it have to be like this? Tooru has always tried so hard - days awake, days training, days and days with a volleyball in his arms. This is disturbing. Tooru was the first to leave when the game finally ended with you winning, once again. Since you stepped on this damn court, since your team started competing with his, Tooru just can't remember the last time he won - not against your team, at least. Not against you. No. Never against you.

Always an angel, never a god.

My goodness, he's devastated. Even though he hated to admit it, stupid tears streamed down his face as he quickly left the place, trembling lips and heavy breathing. His first stop was the water fountain - his throat felt tight, sore. Maybe water would help. Or a victory. Can't you be merciful enough to let him win? Just once. Tooru was already frustrated, and the fact that he saw you coming out of the bathroom almost drove him crazy.

When did you leave the court?

Is he going insane?

Is this a hallucination?

"Tch," the boy spat, holding back the tears so hard that the pressure could make him implode at any damn moment. "This is rigged," Tooru let himself whisper to himself. Honestly, he didn't imagine that you heard, but you did. His eyes almost widened when he heard your voice calling out to him.

Oh, damn.