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[it probably wasn't very serious, he wouldn't be able to text so clearly if it was. so perhaps he is taking this as an excuse to visit him. he was right,the had time to do many things now that they won't be heading to nationals. ...he felt a little empty. he's always gone to nationals and now... he's not? it stung a little, and while he still trained himself mercilessly his days were awfully empty. his university already chosen for him he had nothing left to... do.

but he was far too socially inept to ask satori if he wanted to spend time together. did their relationship end once volleyball was over?

the constant texting told him otherwise but he had to be sure.

once ready it didn't take him long to get there, and he door was unlocked- which caused him to shake his head. was he not worried about intruders? ah well. a discussion for another time. he's entering and locking the door behind himself, politely taking off his shoes before moving to the bathroom.

and... there he was. ushijima heaves a sigh.]

...I don't know why but a part of me was hoping this would be one of your strange jokes or a ploy to get me here.

[and without another word he's easing in close to the other teen, and his touch is surprisingly gentle as he scoops his injured friend in his arms, lifting him with surprising ease.]

I'll treat your ankle in the living room and we can watch that ridiculous sounding movie of yours.