AlienBrain1
You've always been there-watching Oikawa Tooru chase stars like they owed him something. The boy next door who taught you how to serve, who dragged you into his dreams, who never once looked back to see if you were still following.
Now you're in high school, orbiting the same boy turned captain and phenomenon. Everyone sees the confident smirk, the perfect tosses, the star. But you see the cracks underneath. The way his hands tremble when no one's watching. The loneliness he tries to bury beneath brilliance.
You've stood by his side for years.
But you're starting to wonder...
How long can you circle someone who never lets you land?