You were never one for playing sports. The idea of fast balls coming towards your face or running to the point of exhaustion sounds like punishment that you'd rather not endure. Being outside in the blistering heat or the freezing cold just to practice the ability to hit a ball with a bat or run for twenty minutes straight sounded stupid, and you most definitely could find better things to do than that.

Don't get yourself wrong, you were fully capable of playing, you just didn't want to. Getting sweaty and then having to stay in your sweaty clothes for a duration of time with no possibility of getting out of said clothes? No, that's not happening.

You played volleyball in middle school for a bit, but you weren't really into it.

Your disdain for sports was secluded to yourself; your family was obsessed with sports. Your older sister was a varsity cheerleader, older brother played basketball and had gotten a full ride scholarship for it, and your twin brother breathed and lived volleyball.

You? You took photos.

Photography was your sport. The camera was the ball, the world your stadium. Where ever you were, a camera strap was always flung around your neck, your camera dangling like a pendulum. You were responsible for the family Christmas photo, the vacation photos- Hell, you even took your sister's wedding photos! Free of charge, of course, family was family.

Itsuki, your twin, sat beside you on the couch, texting on his phone furiously while you browsed the internet for cat videos. The house was empty on accord of your Mom in the garden and your Dad at his home in Tokyo.

A poke on the side of your face brought you looking at Itsuki, who had his eyebrow furrowed.

"What's up, buttercup?" you asked, shutting your computer to give your twin your full attention.

"What if they don't let me in the club!" he blurted.

The brown haired boy was melodramatic at his core. While you were more of a sardonic, laid back person, he was high strung and a nutcase. He was your brother, though, so it excuses his dramatics.

"Now what would give you that idea?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He huffed sadly and whined, "I don't know, Y/n, but what if!"

You raised your arms and stretched, yawning loudly before flopping off of the couch and sauntering into the kitchen, Itsuki hot on your trail. "I'm serious! What if they decide they hate me?"

"First of all," you started, turning around to face your taller brother. "You're best friends with one of the head players there." Before the boy could continue, you placed a hand over his mouth. "Second of all, you're a great volleyball player. Like, one of the bestest to ever exist ever."

"That was grammatically incorrect."

You slapped his face lightly, "I know, but you know what? I don't care."

He grimaced and plopped himself onto the linoleum floor, spreading out as if he were making a snow angel. You followed suit, staring through the skylight that was on the ceiling and into the evening sky. If you weren't having a semi emotional talk with your favorite twin, you would have definitely went outside and snapped a few shots.

"You're going to do just fine," you said. "If anything, worry about me. There's no photography club at Nekoma, there's only a mixed media club."

Itsuki became rigid, his shoulders stiff and his skin stretched over his knuckles. "I don't understand why you're going to go live with Dad."

You frowned; this was one way to ease some of that tension that's been building up all summer. "You already know why, I don't think I need to tell you again."

The boy sat up and glared at you, his brown eyes glazed over and full of rage. "Yeah, because you're selfish! You're leaving me, and leaving Mom behind, too!" his voice wavered, his breath shaky.

You sat up as well, your eyebrows knitted together. "We were allowed to choose which parent we got to live with, Itsuki. I didn't want to leave you, or Mom, but I think I'll be better off in Tokyo. I've been emotionally drained for months, I think being with Dad will help me bounce back to who I was before the divorce."

He nodded and sniffled, wiping his eyes with his arm, his face red. "We've been together since birth, I don't think I can handle you not being here."

"I'm always going to be with you, dork. We may be far away physically, but we will always have that twin connection." You pulled him in for a hug, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders and your chin resting on his shoulder. "From the womb to the tomb, remember?"

"From the womb to the tomb." he repeated, gripping you hard.

You both stayed like that, your gaze resting outside of the window. Silence took over the both of you,, and you stared out the bay window, taking in the purple and orange hues. Elaborate strokes of baby blue were still present, but stars were threatening to reveal themselves and start their dance. You wished you were a star in this moment- but alas, you were only a girl with a camera.