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There's a little boy playing in a garden somewhere, catching bugs and tossing a ball around with his best friend. He still cries when he scrapes his knee, and he doesn't know how to spell 'volleyball' yet. He'll learn.
He's got a long way to go, so he's going to need a lot of courage and a lot of hope. When it's sundown and it's time to go home, sit him down for a while, pat his head and tell him a story. Tell him that he's going to grow up falling in love with a sport. That he'll win and +
he'll lose and he'll fall down to his knees time and time again and get back up each and every time. That he'll cry and and break and fall to pieces and then build himself back up stronger. And tell him that even though it's his burden to carry, he's never going to be alone. +
Tell him that he'll leave and fall in love with new places and new people under new skies. Tell him that there's value in his pride, and that one day when he's done burning himself down, he's going to rise from the ashes and this time, volleyball will fall in love with /him/. +
Tell him that there's love just waiting for him, love that will make a home wherever he is and follow him to the ends of the world. Love that was born earlier, waiting for him. His partner that he can boast. +
Tell him that this is the story of Oikawa Tooru, and that he's going to make it.
