The reality of life hurts. The struggles we have and the problems we make wind up inside of us; more specifically, inside of a locked bottle in the brink of overflowing.
Miura Nozomi stumbles upon Oikawa Tooru. Or maybe it was Oikawa who stumbled up...
". . . Huh." Oikawa rubbed his eyes, blinking. Was he seeing this right? No, it couldn't be. Halfway across the world, on the same beach? Here? On the same sand?
"Seriously though, ehhh??" A mop of orange hair turned his head around at the words of Japanese from Oikawa.
Huh.
He furrowed his eyebrows, sweating. "Is this real life?"
Two brownish-orange eyes stared at him for a moment, before they widened abruptly.
"THE GRAND KING?!?!"
And that's how Oikawa stumbled upon Hinata in Rio.
He was definitely gonna tell Nozomi and Iwa-chan about this.
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Today at 8:14 A.M (Japan)
Tooru: Micchan
Tooru: Micchan
Tooru: Banana-chan
Tooru: Answer me Ლ(ಠ益ಠᲚ)
Tooru: NOZOMIIIII
Tooru: BABYYYYYYYYY
Tooru: ಠ╭╮ಠ
Miura Nozomi: What is it?
Tooru: i met someone
Miura Nozomi: Huh?
Tooru: look
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