𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄 ೃ⁀➷ 𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂 𝘀.

➥ 𝟑┊❝𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩❞

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AS SOON AS his coach blew on his sparkling, silver whistle and let the sound echo off the walls of the gymnasium, Rintarou rushed to grab his things and head to the locker room. He kept quiet as he washed away all the sweat and dirt from his body in the shower and changed into his spare set of clothes from his locker. After putting on a maroon short sleeved t-shirt and a pair of white shorts, Rintarou threw on a light gray hoodie, fixing the hood sitting upon his shoulders and behind his neck. The hoodie was slightly oversized, so the sleeves covered some of his hands as well.

Rintarou threw his dirty workout clothes into his gym bag and hastily zipped it up, slinging it around his torso and chest. Not stopping to say goodbye to his teammates, he left the locker room and the gymnasium, arriving at the paved sidewalk outside.

As expected, the weather was a lot more chilly with the temperature dropping to a comfortable cool level. Rintarou pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head, making sure some medium brown strands of his long bangs peeked through. He wouldn't normally go outside with wet hair, but he had no choice this time around since he agreed to meet up with Atsumu after practice. He stuffed his hands in his shorts pockets and proceeded to walk down the sidewalk.

Whilst walking around and taking the train to reach the diner, Rintarou thought about what was to come. Looking at his face, you wouldn't be able to tell that there was some nervousness swimming throughout his body. To just about anyone near him, Rintarou looked just as bored as the others on the train seated or standing beside where he sat. Yet on the inside, he wondered how the upcoming interaction with his longtime friends would go. Would they bring up the past or continue to judge him for his rather selfish decisions?

Refraining from contacting his friends made Rintarou more self-conscious about what they have to say to him. Not having a single thought about his friends' opinions of him for so long caused his mind to circle around certain possibilities that could occur upon meeting his friends again. From how Atsumu talked to Rintarou on the phone, it was clear that he was just a friend who missed seeing him. To some degree, however, one of the possibilities concocting in his mind particularly felt like a bad outcome to Rintarou, especially if Osamu were to actually show up. But in the event that Shinsuke were to attend, maybe that possibility could be thrown out the window.

Hopping off of the train, Rintarou left the station and continued down a cracked up sidewalk. He passed his own skyrise apartment complex to reach the small diner. With how advanced the city had gotten the last couple of years, the building looked out of place. It was on the brink of breaking down entirely, but the Japanese population still admired it with how filled the parking lot beside it was.

Rintarou entered the diner and glanced around the area, in search of a particular yellow-haired individual. Without letting a second to pass, his name was heard being called from a certain direction, causing his head to turn toward it. Sure enough, there his friend was, exaggeratedly waving his hand in the air with a big smile taking up most of his face in size. Rintarou started walking in his friend's direction, and as he got closer to the booth, he recognized a similar face to Atsumu's sitting beside him, looking down at his phone.