KATSURAGI MISAKI has one mission as the manager of Aobajohsai High's Volleyball team. Finish off her third of high school without letting stupid OIKAWA get on her nerves, (or without falling for him, but we all know that's going to be difficult)...
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CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Losing always hurt. In every single situation, losing hurt.
To Iwaizumi, losing this match felt like his heart was being torn apart. Because not only was this his last match in high school, it was his last match. Ever. Unlike Oikawa, he was not going to be pursuing volleyball as a career in the future, though he still was going to do sports medicine and stay in a similar field. But it was not the same.
It could never be.
It had barely been a week since the loss and Iwaizumi couldn't lie. He still wasn't over it. Even in school, sitting in class, he thought about it. He thought about he could have done things better; how he could have landed Oikawa's perfect toss. Iwaizumi thought of a million different scenarios; but nothing could change the outcome of the match they lost.
He refused to admit this to either Oikawa or Misaki. Both of them would practically smother him with concern and Iwaizumi didn't need something like that. He just wanted someone to talk to. Someone who could understand what it felt. And at the same time, he also wanted to be alone. Iwaizumi felt like he was on tenterhooks, ready to snap at whoever asked that dreaded question.
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