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Hoshiumi knows he’s not meant for a run-through-the-airport kind of love.

That dramatic energy that compels someone to chase someone else just to deliver a confession. He’s watched his classmates and teammates fall in and out of relationships as they’ve inspired different kinds of affections, different dramatic scenes.

He accepted that he’d never really elicit that kind of reaction from anyone and made peace with it as he made peace with his height.

After all, he could still dominate on the volleyball court. That’s where the dramatic moments centered around him were meant to occur.

The first gift Hoshiumi ever gave you was a blank notebook.

He noticed how you would doodle in any blank margin or on any scrap and thought you deserved a proper place to draw.

Though you always had it with you he never saw you use it. Just like accepting so many other things as fact, he assumed you were just being nice by carrying it around

until he caught a glimpse inside. The pages were covered in detailed drawings. It felt like winning a tournament and he was so giddy about it that his teammates, who thought they were used to his boisterous behavior, had to ask him to calm down.

So he gave you another one on your next birthday.

And the one after that.

Catching glimpses of sketches and drawings in the months after, proof that you did use them.

He misses your next birthday because of an away game but stops by to give you a gift when he gets back. To your relief and delight, it’s another notebook.

“Thank you.“ You beam and clutch it to your chest. “I’m so glad…I was worried you thought I didn’t like them.”

“Why?” he asks, face screwing up in confusion.

“Oh,” you grimace in embarrassment and explain “because you never asked to see what I did with them.”

He gulps, suddenly nervous. “…C-Can I?”

You offer them to him with shining eyes and he looks through, gently flipping page after page of beautiful designs and sketches and drawings and there’s figure studies of

him.

There are drawings of him.

Hoshiumi knows he’s not a run-through-the-airport kind of love. But as you confess your feelings for him, your admiration for his dramatic presence on the court,

he realizes he’s meant for something better.