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⌗ 18:
Dear Diary,
We haven’t had the chance to talk much since the last time I saw her. The second years are busy preparing for their talent showcase, and I’ve heard that Iwaizumi-san is involved as well.
Today, I informed Coach that Atsumu, Osamu, Gin, and Suna would have limited practice time because of their class responsibilities. He agreed, but it doesn’t mean the rest of us can slack off. We practiced our serves and receives as usual. And since we weren’t at full strength, practice wrapped up earlier than expected, which gave me more time to return home.
On the way back, I passed by the park.
It felt a little emptier without her sitting under that familiar tree.
Yours truly,
Shinsuke.
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Fanfiction✎ ⋆⑅˚₊ This Journal belongs to Kita Shinsuke. In which the Captain of Inarizaki's Volleyball Team received a blank notebook from a stranger, and eventually makes it his own journal.
