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There& #39;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& #39;t know how to spell & #39;volleyball& #39; yet. He& #39;ll learn.
He& #39;s got a long way to go, so he& #39;s going to need a lot of courage and a lot of hope. When it& #39;s sundown and it& #39;s time to go home, sit him down for a while, pat his head and tell him a story. Tell him that he& #39;s going to grow up falling in love with a sport. That he& #39;ll win and +
he& #39;ll lose and he& #39;ll fall down to his knees time and time again and get back up each and every time. That he& #39;ll cry and and break and fall to pieces and then build himself back up stronger. And tell him that even though it& #39;s his burden to carry, he& #39;s never going to be alone. +
Tell him that he& #39;ll leave and fall in love with new places and new people under new skies. Tell him that there& #39;s value in his pride, and that one day when he& #39;s done burning himself down, he& #39;s going to rise from the ashes and this time, volleyball will fall in love with /him/. +
Tell him that there& #39;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& #39;s going to make it.
