Spoiled Little Rich Kid
Nothing in the world had ever hurt me more than being called out by Asahi. It was not for the fact that I'm not used to being called out, because I act like a punk purposely. What hurt was that I was called out by Asahi, of all people! Asahi had never had a bad word about anyone, and never had I heard the strangely malicious meaning behind his words.
"You can't give up volleyball, Asahi. Think about what you're doing!"
I was angry, and I could tell his anger was mounting as well. "I already have, Noya! I don't know what you've got going through your head, but I know what I'm doing."
Sugawara was standing off to the side, the stress written clearly on his face. "Asahi, Noya, why don't you just try and calm down please."
I wasn't ready to back down. "Don't you understand?! You came here to play volleyball, Asahi! What are you going to do now? Huh?" I got as close as possible to him. "Why the fuck are you letting this get to you so much!?"
"How the hell do you think you can get on my level? You grew up a spoiled little rich kid! Never once have you been able to understand someone like me! So don't try to start now, damnit!"
I couldn't speak. I felt the air leave my lungs and the blood run cold from my face. Suga looked just as pained. In one last spurt of anger, I stepped back, and snapped a broom stick in half. "You're letting your parents win!" It was all I could say before I stomped out of the supply room, ignoring the calls of my teammates, and the broken heart of my best friend.