Remember How We Forgot?

𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑾𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕?

𝗣𝗢𝗘𝗠 𝗜𝗦 𝗨𝗣 𝗧𝗢𝗣; 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗥 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗
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The volleyball teams decided on having a big party for the third years that were to graduate. They had planned the party in one of the bigger gyms and a few of the younger classmen were deciding on how to decorate the gym. Of course it was a party, but in the end everyone would be in tears. One person was supposed to be in charge of the speech for the night, which suddenly everyone had agreed on letting Sugawara take over. Sugawara was not the biggest fan of speeches, especially right now because he was extra emotional. So he found himself in the gym, talking to other players and learning how each third year was coping with it all. They had graduated, were walking into their adult lives now and it all seemed sudden. The gym in colors and music played softly in the background and some students shed tears in the darkly lit area already. 

The night started to calm, the stage being set up for the speech Sugawara was supposed to be giving and he felt nervous, wondering how small he would look up there alone and wondering if he would break down crying up there. He took in a deep breath, smiling softly at Asahi who was concerned for him. He calmed the others' worry, putting a wall up over his own emotions and he headed towards the stage when he saw one of the coaches wave him over there. As he walked, his brown eyes scanned as people gathered around, surprised to see when Oikawa had pushed his way to the front with Iwaizumi. The Seijoh boys were standing next to Daichi and Asahi, the rest of Karasuno seming to flood at their side. He finally made it over and he shakily smiled at the coaches. Walking up the stairs, he tried to keep his head held high and he was thankful to see the written out speech was already on the podium he would be standing at. He held his head up, finally managing to get to the stadium and he flicked the microphone and it gave out a good sound. 

He smiled at the crowd of volleyball players, fear and the pressure of doing good clouding his mind, “Hi I am Sugawara Koushi, I am Karasuno’s backup setter and I was forced out here to give a speech. So you all better cry to make me feel good!”

The crowd had erupted in giggles, laughter, and sad smiles. The players staring at him, one player in general was very focused on him. Oikawa. Oikawa stood in the front row, hazel eyes staring at him with interest and curiosity. Oikawa had given him this lopsided smile and it made him remember every memory they shared together. He was thankful for the day Oikawa asked for his number after a practice match, even if he was a little hesitant with trusting the brunette at first. Then their days seemed to blend together, texting every minute they had and soon hanging out for days on end. Often times ending up on the couch and entangled in each others arms and legs, watching crappy movies that both made fun of. Words were spoken in those times as well, words the outside world wouldn't hear or know. Words even Sugawara himself wasn't supposed to be hearing. 

The glance at Oikawa made him feel more confident however and he took in another deep and shaky breath, starting at the speech he took too long to write. Nights of being hunched over a desk with an aching back and nonstop tears of frustration. There were many drafts to this speech, each one not being to entirely pull out the emotions he wanted. Then one night, he finally managed to write something good and here he stood on stage with speech in his hand like a sword. He hoped his parents were out in the crowd, he had made this speech and told them it was the best thing he had written so far. He didn't let them read it either, only telling them they would have to show up to hear it. It was a gamble if his parents would in fact show up though.

“Remember how we forgot? Remember how no one ever really died in the wars we fought? Because each gunshot came from our fingertips and we never really kept them loaded just in case. Cause each enemy was a friend and none of it was about oil, religion, or land and it was all just pretend. Remember how we used to bend reality? Like we were circus strong men, like our imaginations were in shape then, like we were all ninjas trained in the deadly art of "did not" Like "I totally got you", "Did not",” He spoke out and his soft voice roamed through the now steady and silent gym, sometimes a small yet sad giggle would come from the people.