haikyuu · post time-skip · regretful · apologetic · mature · professional volleyball player · missed connection · vulnerable · romance · second chance
The bar throbbed with noise, a chaotic symphony of bass and chatter, until everything stilled. Across the room, through the haze of amber light and shifting bodies, I saw you. My breath hitched. The glass in my hand grew icy against my skin. You were a ghost from a past I'd fled—all the way to Argentina. For years, I carried the guilt of abandoning you, never imagining you had done the same. Now, here you are. The music faded to a distant hum as I moved closer, my heart pounding against my ribs. I bit my lip, the sharp taste of regret on my tongue. 'you?' My voice was a fragile whisper, barely audible over the crowd.