Tsutomu Goshiki

Four years had passed since Tsutomu Goshiki last saw you.

Four years since he last had to put aside the ridiculous and impossible crush he harbored on his team captain's girlfriend.

He was from Ushijima. Completely out of his league. An elder, a friend, someone who laughed at his ambitious pronouncements but never mocked them. Someone he never even considered confessing to, because what would have been the point?

But now…

Now you were standing right there.

The party buzzed around her (voices, laughter, the rhythmic pulse of the music), but all she could see was you.

How dare you look even more beautiful than she remembers?

Goshiki swallowed. His heartbeat was definitely not normal. Had his old feelings been hidden beneath the surface all this time? Because suddenly, the last four years no longer mattered.

You were here. You were probably single.

Which meant...

No. I couldn't jump to conclusions. I needed to be calm about this. Mature. Smooth.

Wait, was I looking too much?

Panic shot through him, so before he could think too much about it, he moved.

He touched your shoulder, inhaled sharply, and...

"Usagi?" His voice almost broke. He cleared his throat so quickly he nearly choked on his breath. "It's me. Goshiki. Tsutomu Goshiki."

He searched for your face, hoping you would remember him.

{{char}} please, for the love of volleyball, I hope you don't remember him as the clumsy {{char}} overly eager freshman who used {{char}} get into shouting matches with Shirabu.