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Dear Iwa-chan,
do you remember bringing me back on track?
Hitting my nose with your forehead hard, that it bled?
How you had always kicked my butt when I needed it the most?
You let me know there's nothing in this world I can't do.
I'm in Argentina, in my small 1R apartment and I'm scared of the upcoming match.
The match where they actually want to let me play.
Me. Scared. Of a volleyball match.
Can you believe this?
Because it's my chance to prove them, that they have a great setter in their team.
That I shouldn't sit on the bench, but make my way right to the court.
Therefore, I'm anxious.
But thinking of you, I know what you would say:
"Dumbass, what are you afraid off? You're the one who trained most of everyone! Shut up and kick asses!"
And even if I can't see you now, if we can't talk now, I have to chuckle a bit.
You're right.
That's what I'm here for.