I move before I think-each step, each jump, syncing with a rhythm only I can feel. The ball isn't just a ball; it's a beat. A pulse. A part of me. For a while, I forgot this, almost lost it all-dance, volleyball, everything that made me me. But now, Kageyama's sets come in sharp, unpredictable, and I catch them. Not because I'm faster, but because I know. In my bones, I remember how it felt to dance, how it feels to fly. I'm not just reacting anymore. I'm dancing. On the court. In the air. This is mine, and I won't lose it again.
But am I really prepared to look back at my past?
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