"Iwaizumi."

"Yeah, coach?"

That was me. I'm Iwaizumi Hajime. I'm a third year student at Aoba Johsai high school. I'm on the volleyball team, and the vice president of the volleyball club. But... lately things have been pretty hellish for me.

"You haven't been putting much effort into volleyball lately, kid. And it seems the same goes with your grades."

"Yeah, a lot has been happening lately..."

"Kid... look, you have straight F's and a D on your report card. And as much as you're a good ace, you need to have good grades to be on the team. It's school policy and I need to comply with it. I really don't want to let you go but you also haven't been doing too well in volleyball, so we're gonna have to let you go."

I blinked. I know I haven't put much effort into volleyball but... still. I still love volleyball, I just need... time.

"Um, are you... joking?"

"I'm sorry, kid."

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"I'm home!" I shouted into the big argument that was happening. I walked to my room silently and listened to some music, when suddenly...

Ring... ring... ring...

I picked up the phone, and lo and behold; it was my boyfriend, (Y/n).

"Hello?"

"Hey Hajime. How are you doing?"

"I'm OK."

"Uh, are you sure? You don't sound OK."

I sighed. "You're right. I just got kicked from the volleyball team, since my grades weren't that good."

"Oh dear, I'm sorry that happened. Uh, would you like to talk about it?"

The ruckus from downstairs suddenly got louder, as if to distract me from my precious time with my boyfriend who is barely free.

"Um, was that your parents?" (Y/n) asked.

"Yeah, sorry about that. They argue a lot now, even after they promised to live peacefully." I apologized.

"Honestly, I'm surprised they're still living in the same house."

"Yeah, I'm surprised too."

"Mhm. But I'm about to go to our regular place. Wanna meet up there and you can talk to me about it."

"Sure."

I got up and cycled to our regular spot. It's a fairly quiet coffee shop, and it's a perfect distance away from both our houses.

"Oh, hey Hajime."

"Hey (Y/n)."

We entered the coffee shop with some idle chat, ordered our drinks and sat down.

"So, do you wanna talk about it?" (Y/n) asked.

"I mean, like, it's just been a rough couple of months. You know, with my parents' divorce, then my depression got way worse, and that really affected me."

"Mhm. Yeah, I can see how that would affect you."

"Yeah... I don't really know. I don't wanna make the mood shit, since this is supposed to be your freetime."

"Hajime, you're not making the mood shit. I've heard worse."

"OK. But I don't really wanna talk about it. Right now, I want to just hangout with you."

"Sure, my love."

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