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Eight Years.
I hadn’t seen my childhood best friend in eight years. After high school, everyone was separated, and so were we.
But I could never forget the promises I made to us. On the other hand, that boy I hardly tolerated, was the missing piece to my puzzle.
"If you want to quit volleyball, I’ll go for you. In fact, for us. I’ll get our team to nationals and beyond. I promise, Iwa-chan”
And there I was, sitting in the stands, cheering for the strongest team in Japan led by my best friend. Boy, did he grow up. Memories came back to me, leaving my heart a little empty. The friendlies with teams we never feared, the spring tournaments, the disappointments of defeats...and the time I spent with him. He was always the best for me, maybe I should have shown him before we took different paths.
Who knows if he remembers me... Oikawa? The Oikawa I knew would never have forgotten about "Iwa-chan". Or so I hoped. He didn’t seem at all changed though. His hair perfectly hairstyled, the confidence in his serves and the strength of the sets he made to his mates.
And even the cheering had not changed. The girls went after him, screamed and greeted him from the audience. A lot of people were there for Oikawa, and I couldn’t be prouder of him. I looked around, they were all absolved from the match, that didn’t notice what I noticed.
I was able to see it very clearly. A hooded man, at the top of the stands. He was armed. HUH?! And he was aiming for my best friend. "OIKAWA!" I jumped from the seat to get his attention. Iwa-chan? I saw his beautiful smile, he was surprised to see me. And yes, he remembered me.
That’s exactly why I couldn’t let them hurt him. I wouldn’t let anyone take my person away from me. I would pay with my life as long as that smile continued to exist.
It took all my strength to jump on the field and run to him. "OIKAWA MOVE!" I yelled at him again. But it lasted a second.
Pew.
My chest was burning. I opened my eyes, I was in his arms. "Iwa-chan?" The last thing I saw was his tearful face. It wasn’t what I wanted, but he was safe. And that’s what mattered.