"I'm sorry…" [name] mumbled as she walked through the departure hall, clutching her suitcase.
It has been a few months after Nekoma High had won the finals, and [name] still couldn't bring herself to tell her teammates and friends that she was leaving them for five years; and she couldn't bring herself to say goodbye to Kuroo, who was currently still asleep in his house.
"[name]?" Kuroo called out as he knocked on the door of [name]'s house. He had learned his lesson of barging into her house without her permission, and he has changed then. He wondered what was going on as he tried to call [name] on her phone, but it just ended with a beep.
He then gave up and decided to just open her door with the spare key that she had given. He walked through the front door, and closed it shut. He narrowed his eyes slightly as it was rather dark in her house, but he knew her house like the back of his hands. He slowly walked towards the staircase and headed to her room. Pushing it open with care, just in case his girlfriend was still asleep; but he saw no sign of her. He then looked around and noticed her wardrobe has been cleared out.
Hurt started to fill Kuroo's heart as he spotted an envelope with his name on it, placed on her bed.
Reluctantly opening up the letter, he couldn't help but clutch it tightly in his hands as tears started to fall from his eyes, staining the letter with it.
Hey bed head.
By the time you read this letter, I'll already be on my flight that is heading for the United States. I'm sorry if I didn't say goodbye to you, or assure you about me coming back; but then I still couldn't bring myself to see the hurt and loneliness that your eyes will show to me. So, please take care alright? And… I'm hesitant to say this. Five years is a long time, yet it will pass by quickly. People come and go, so… If you've fallen in love with someone else… Maybe you should get together with her… But still, I love you. Thank you for being my reason to love, for being my sunshine, for making me happy and smile.
"Baka. Baka. Baka…" Kuroo mumbled to himself.
"I'll wait…"
A Year Later
"Still heartbroken over [name]'s sudden "break up"?" Yaku asked as he walked alongside with Kuroo, heading towards Nekoma High. It was their off day, and they decided to head over to help their coach with the practice.
"Kind of." Kuroo muttered.
"She'll come back. Don't worry."
"I hope so."
"Ah, Kuroo, Yaku! Just in time!" the coach yelled out as he spotted his former players entering the gym.
"Hey, will you go out with me?" Alan, [name]'s classmate, asked all of a sudden.
"Go out? As in?" [name] asked. She had managed to speak fluently in English, and she was able to communicate well with her peers.
"Like, be my girlfriend?"
"I'm sorry. But no." and [name] stood up and walk off, leaving behind a heartbroken Alan.
She clutched her books tightly to her chest, and quickly walked out of the college. She miss Kuroo, she missed him so much. But still, she didn't contact him; for she feared that he might have already moved on from her.
"[name]! Will you please accept this?"
"Urgh… Not again…" [name] mumbled to herself in Japanese.
[name] hated college in a foreign country. The people here had easily recognised her as the captain of the winning team, and they started to crowd around her. When she started college, she kept to herself most of the time, and only converse very little when she needs a little help with her assignments.
"I want to go home…"
Two Years Later
"Don't worry alright, we'll inject some anaesthesia into you, so you won't feel any pain." The surgeon spoke as he saw how frightened [name] looked. She the nodded, and felt an ant bite against her arm.
"Alright, start counting then."
"1… 2…. 3… 4… 5…" and [name] was out.
"Hey there hottie, why aren't you dancing?" a random girl sat in the lap of Kuroo's, which he pushed her off harshly.
"Because I don't want to?" Kuroo snapped, and he turned to look at his former teammates.
"Aw, come on. I can show you a good time~"
"Not interested." Kuroo muttered out as he drown down his shot.
"Tch, troublesome men." The girl muttered and walked off.
"Kuroo-senpai, you shouldn't drink too much." Taketora spoke out as he grabbed the shot away from Kuroo.
"Yeah, [name] wouldn't be happy to see you in this state." Kenma mumbled as he sip on his orange juice.
Two Years Later
"Nice kill!"
"Nice toss!"
"Match point!" the referee called out, and Nekoma High was leading with a score of 24-23, against Karasuno High.
Kuroo looked with a little disinterest in his eyes, and he looked around the bleachers. He then immediately stood up as his eyes fell onto the side view of a girl; who looked like [name].
"[name]!" he yelled out, but the girl didn't turn.
"Idiot, she's not back yet." Iwaizumi muttered out as he lightly punched Kuroo on the head.
"She'll tell me when she's back." Iwaizumi thought to himself as he has been in contact with [name] the entire time during the past few years.
"Alright, you hold your hands in this position, and then you bend your knees slightly, feet shoulder width apart, and you hit this area when the ball drops." Yaku spoke as he taught the newbie libero.
"When you block, you need to visualise it. Put strength into your fingertips so that you won't be blown off." Kuroo spoke with a slight bored tone towards his junior.
"Half of me is mad…" Kenma mumbled out as one of the junior asked if he was angry.
"Break time!" the coach called out, and the juniors rushed to get their water bottles.
Kuroo then stepped foot outside of the gymnasium and looked up to the sky;
"Ne, don't you think the sky is pretty today?" [name] asked all of a sudden she looked up to the sky.
"Hm?" Kuroo hum in reply and looked up as well, sure enough it was a beautiful orangey sky, indicating that the sun was already setting.
"But you're prettier though, babe." Kuroo commented, and wrapped his arms around [name]'s waist, pulling her close to him in a tight hug.
"Still a sweet talker." [name] chided and she pulled Kuroo down for a kiss.
"Oi, Kuroo!"
"I'm going home…" [name] mumbled out with a soft smile as she walked through the departure hall.