When you give everybody something constantly, eventually you'll have nothing left for yourself. ═══°∴,*⋅✲══〖✰〗══✲⋅*,∴°═══ A shadow is a dark place, ask Sugawara Koushi, he should know. Afterall, he's a third year setter that was easily replaced by a genius first year. As he starts doubting his ability to shine, Sugawara's wings start losing feathers, but hopefully his team will notice before he falls from the sky... right? "Fly high, Karasuno." Status: Completed Disclaimer: May contain triggering themes as this is an angst fanfic with a protagonist that will struggle with symptoms of depression. I am in no way trying to romanticize depression. If you are dealing with that issue, I strongly encourage you to seek help. My DMs are always open. Will contain boy x boy relationships so if you're not into that or it makes you uncomfortable, I politely ask you to find another story. I own nothing but the plot, and an ability to write. p.s. there's no honourifics/formalities present in the story since i'm not familiar with them and don't want to use it incorrectly.

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