People come and go.
There are times when the world seems to have lost all its colors and the melody of life has turned into agonizing silence.
There are times when your knees feel weak every morning while getting out of bed, and the repetative tune...
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Setting sun threw the final orange sparkles of the day into the boy's room through an open window. You sat by it, leaning your back against the rim. Your eyes scanned the area behind metal railings of the balcony through camera lens. It was an adoring sight you were not used to. The world seemed so small and distant, yet you could still hear the rustling of trees and feel the soft breeze on your face.
You slowly placed your finger on a trigger button. . . . Snap.
Music of ending credits of a certain movie danced around in almost mocking manner. Tanaka and Nishinoya sat side by side on the edge of unmade bed with oddly dull expressions for a good while now. They seemed to be staring into the deepest pits of the abyss, rather than at the slowly passing text on the screen of Tanaka's TV. You turned your face away from the beauty of the outside world, only to be met with such sight. You laughed and took a picture of them as well.
The taller of the two shook himself out of the trance first. "That was..."
"...an awful movie." Finished his shorter companion.
"..."
After a moment of grieving silence Nishinoya opened his mouth again. "Bro... you're my best friend... but your taste sucks balls."
"HUH?! It was your pick you dumbass!! Where are you even going?!"
Both of you followed the libero with your eyes. He stood up from the bed and made his way to the door, about to leave the room. "Toilet. That movie made my insides shift."
Tanaka lifted his fist up in threat. "This conversation is far from over you hear me?! MY TASTE IS GREAT!!"
You let your gaze fall back down to the small device in your palms. You flipped through the photos, deleting the few you didn't like. Which caught Tanaka's attention. He supported himself with his hands, tilting his head back a bit. "Hey Y/n?" He called out.
"Yeah?" Your eyebrows rose in question, yet your gaze remained glued to the display.
"I've seen you with that camera before. Are you in a photography club?"
"Yeeeah no."
"So, it's like a hobby?"
You shook your head. "Not exactly. I'm actually not even that into it." You chuckled at the irony of not liking photography but still carrying the camera everywhere you went. "But I promised someone that I would take care of this camera. They'd probably want me to keep using it..."
Pair of eyes observed your being, curled in the doorway to the balcony. "You're so weird." Their owner smiled warmly at you. "In a strangely captivating way. No wonder Nishinoya likes-"
"FEAR NOT MY DEAREST!!" Abrupt explosion of booming syllables cut his speech off. And left your stomach bubbling with curiosity about the rest of Tanaka's words. "Your beloved Nishinoya is back! Oh yeah, by the way, I recommend not using the bathroom for a while."
