Kageyama Tobio hadn't noticed the changes after the third year pointed out. Things were hazy, dark, and very blurry when Kageyama reached the door, harshly slide the door open to reveal such petite body in the hospital bed.
Both of his arms were attached to the machines that gives the patient antibiotic, or whatever that liquid is. His mouth was covered with an inhaler. Though, everything that is happening, his eyes were closed, calmly sleeping.
The family of the patient looked at the familiar boy standing in the entrance. The little girl, resembles the boy in the bed, walked over to Kageyama, little hands gripped tightly on the pants.
Her eyes were watery. Obviously, a cry will appear. But that's nothing compared to the eyes of Kageyama. It's already flowing, freely, without stopping as he clutched onto his heart, screaming the name of the boy in the bed.
"Kageyama!"
His voice rang inside of his head.
"Kageyama, if we ever graduate and become the representative of Japan."
Those sweet voice that once had captivated Kageyama's heart.
"... I want you to give me your best toss!"
And yet, what an awful fate that the promise he had kept inside of his mind, was now a memory of their small talk. Everything started to flash inside of his head, knowing that even if he call out for him, the orange boy lying in the bed, wouldn't open his eyes and say his name.