After three years in France as a professional swimmer, Hina decides to return to Japan and represent her native country at the world tournament.
Her childhood friend, Bokuto Kotaro, also joined a great volleyball team : the MSBY black Jackals.
And...
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Sitting opposite the lake, night had already fallen and the park was empty. The wind caressed my face and the leaves fluttered beside me. With my legs folded over my chest and my head on my knees, I gazed at the place where Atsumu had taken me for the first time. I had never been there since but tonight I needed to see this little paradise on earth again. Too much had happened in the last few hours and I needed to be alone. I could very well have stayed with Bokuto but enduring his questions would have made me more tired than anything else. Earlier in the day he had tried to contact me but I had deliberately ignored him. And now I had several messages from various of my friends asking me where I was. I just wanted to be alone. Alone. Anyway, that's what I was. Alone. I was going to end up alone. Alone.
"I didn't think I would find you there."
"Leave me alone." I replied, recognizing Atsumu's voice.
"No no baby. This is my secret place not yours." Atsumu teased me.
"I'm not really in the mood."
He sat down next to me and rested his head on my shoulder.
"What's going on honey ? Talk to me."
I cracked my fingers as locks of Atsumu's hair lashed my face.
"What's the point of me talking to you ? You're leaving soon."
He lifted his head up to me and grabbed my head for me to look at him.
"So is that what makes you sad ?"
I didn't answer and tried to pull my head away but fingers were holding my chin a little too tight.
"Baby, I'm sorry. But you know I have to go. I worked hard to get here."
I stood up after I managed to free myself from his hands.
"Besides what happened yesterday, what I said."
"Yes ?" Atsumu inquired with a look of sadness in his eyes.
"I don't love you, I was just sad that you were leaving. I don't feel anything for you. You're only my sexfriend."
I turned about to leave but he grabbed my hand. I was still with my back to him but I could feel sadness.
"Good, because neither do I. I wouldn't have wanted our friendship to be tarnished because of this kind of sad statement."
