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amaya's point of view
"morning," tobio says as we sit down together at a table in the cafe for breakfast.
i shoot him a small smile. "morning," i unenthusiastically say.
i didn't get much rest last night. i couldn't stop thinking about how i'm gonna confess to him.
i think i'll do it tonight after the matches and personal practice. i don't want to distract him from volleyball.
but i've never even been in a relationship before. what happens then if he feels the same? what will we be?
"is everything okay? are you feeling well?" he softly asks, reaching up and brushing a piece of hair away from my face before placing the back of his hand on my forehead. my eyes widen and his touch renders me speechless.
"you're kind of warm. are you feeling feverish?"
no, i'm just blushing like an idiot.
"i-i uh... i'm o-okay, i just didn't sleep well l-last night that's a-all," i stutter. i still have butterflies despite the fact that he's taken his hand away and returned to his food.
"oh, good. well- not good, but at least you're not sick. what's wrong?" he asks.
my god, my heart is melting right now. i don't think i can take this anymore.
"oh, it's not really a big deal. just, um, missing my parents, i guess," i lie. i'm not sure he buys it but he nods anyway.
"let me know if i can make it better," he quietly says.
yeah. this is gonna be a long day.
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with each passing match i become more and more anxious about confessing to tobio.
after the last match of the day, he asks me to give him some tosses so he can practice his falling sets again. i agree and we make our way to his usual practice gym.
"i don't want to stay long. i'm kind of exhausted," he says and i nod as he sets up the water bottles along the floor by the net.
he puts his bag behind him and tells me he's ready for a toss.
the tension in the gym right now is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
