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he spiked the ball.
she blocked it, as the round object hit her hands and fell on the ground.
two kids, between 11-12 years old, were playing volleyball. it seemed very easy for them.
though it was not a question of tactic but a talent's.
in fact, the boy was yes, left-handed, but very strong. he could have probably been one of the best volleyball players, one day, since a left-handed player wasn't seen everyday.
the girl, instead, had a thing for blocking. it was an instinct of hers, she had such a potential though.
ushijima wakatoshi and [l/n] [y/n]. such a duo they were.
they were elementary school students at the same school, not in the same classroom; at first they didn't get to know each other that much but, when [y/n] moved next to wakatoshi's house, things started to change.
the boy started to visit [y/n] every time he could.
guess what did they play?
always. volleyball.
at first the girl thought that it wasn't interesting. hitting a ball with hands, laaaame, ouch-- my arms hurt, did my fingers break!?, ecc.
years passing by, she didn't care about it anymore. she had a lot of fun, well, she was winning more challenges than before.
that's a lot of improvement.
–hey wakatoshi-chan– the [h/c] told the boy, while passing him the ball.
–yes?– he replied, monotone, with a hint of curiosity in his voice, while spiking the ball.
[y/n] asked, blocking it.
–is this going to be our last game?
the brown-haired boy remained silent.
the girl was going to move the next day, because her parents got a new job in another prefecture.
–i hope not [y/n]-chan.
the mentioned had an expression suggesting that she, suddenly, had an idea.
–what if my parents convince yours to come living with me?
–what do you mean?
the girl put her hands on the boy's shoulders. –we are meant to be together, waka-chan! we are the [half of l/n]-jima duo, do you remember? the greatest spiker and the most gifted middle blocker of the decade! and it's going to be like this... for a looooong time!
–i... i don't know... they aren't the ones who decide our fate... it's the fate itself that decides for us.
(y/n) frowned.
a long silence fell between the toddlers.
the olive-green eyes of the boy met the [e/c] ones of the other.
–[y/n]! say goodbye to ushijima and his family, we are going home to prepare our luggage!
the girl's mother called her.
wakatoshi hugged his friend, tightly; not in tears, compared to [y/n].
but both of them were raising hope. hope that one day, not that far, they would have met soon.
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