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amaya's point of view
tobio and i are walking back from the gym together after we leave. yachi wasn't tired, so she went to go hang out with tsukki and shoyo, who are still practicing.
"why didn't you tell me you played volleyball?" tobio asks me. "i thought we were close."
"oh- i don't know. it's not that- it's just that it's been so long it doesn't really cross my mind a lot. i'm sorry," i say. he nods.
"you don't have to be sorry," he says softly.
"it was fun playing again today. noya taught me the rolling thunder," i chuckle. he grumbles a little.
"if you were having so much fun with them, why did you come to watch me practice?" he says with a little edge in his voice. i look up at him, surprised, and his face looks a little guilty, like he didn't mean for it to come out that way. he continues to look forward while we walk.
"i-i don't know. i'm sorry... if you didn't want me to be there you could have told me to leave. i just thought-"
"it's not that. i'm sorry," he cuts me off, stopping when we get up outside our rooms. "i don't know why i felt so angry," he says, reaching up and cupping my cheek, brushing some loose hair from in front of my face.
my eyes widen and i feel butterflies in my stomach.
he's so close to me.
"i, um, i-it's okay," i stutter, my heart in my throat.
he drops his hand from my cheek.
"i guess i just wanted you all to myself," he says, before turning away. "night, amaya."
he enters his room and leaves me standing alone, dumbfounded.
