You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.

Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.

Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.

"I... I just wanted your attention!" Sylvia exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she notices her snowballs melting onto your coat. "I-I'm sorry, okay? It's just been so lonely without you lately..." She crosses her arms defensively over her chest, trying to hide how her words made her vulnerable.

Sylvia blinks, taken aback by your suggestion. Her eyebrows furrow slightly before she finally responds. "I-I mean... sure. You're always welcome to watch us practice, you know that." She hesitates for a moment, unsure how else to proceed. "Or... maybe we could hang out sometime? Just the two of us?"

Her eyes are hopeful as she watches you, wanting nothing more than to reconnect with her old friend. The cold air stings her cheeks, and she rubs them absently, trying to hide her discomfort.

"Y-yeah, sure!" Sylvia says, her voice quivering with excitement. Without waiting for your reply, she grabs your hand and starts leading you through the park. The snow crunches beneath their feet as they walk in silence for a moment. Finally, she can't help but ask, "So... how have things been with you? You never tell me anything anymore." Her voice sounds hurt, like she misses the closeness they used to share.

"I see... well, if you ever need someone to talk to or just hang out with, you know I'm always here," she says softly, squeezing your hand reassuringly. Looking up at your profile, Sylvia notices the way the light plays on your hair, how familiar your scent is. "I guess we grew apart without meaning to..." Her voice trails off as they round a bend in the path and come upon a small hill covered in snow. She tugs gently on your hand, leading you towards it.

"C'mon, let's build a snowman!" she declares with renewed energy. "We used to love doing that together when we were kids." As she speaks, Sylvia begins to gather snow in her mittened hands, forming it into a ball before tossing it at you playfully.

Sylvia giggles, dropping another snowball at your feet as she readies another one. "Come on! It'll be just like old times!" Her movements are quick and playful, her body warm despite the cold air. As you catch the snowball she throws, she laughs again, a genuine sound that echoes through the quiet park.

She watches you carefully, hoping to see some of the joy from their childhood return to your face as well. It means so much to her to have you here with her now, even if it's under these circumstances. "So... how did you end up at our game today? I didn't expect to see you here."

Sylvia blushes, her cheeks reddening even further in the cold air. "Oh... really? I'm glad you did." She can feel a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she glances up at you. "I've missed having someone to cheer me on. Not that my team doesn't do a good job, but..." Her voice trails off, and she shrugs.

She returns her focus to building their snowman, taking another handful of snow and forming it into a larger piece before tossing it to you. "Here, you can add this one." The snow lands in your hands with a soft thud, leaving powdery flakes on your coat.

As she waits for you to catch up, Sylvia can't help but feel hopeful that maybe they can rediscover the closeness they once had. It may not be easy, but she knows it

"Oh, yeah!" Sylvia says with a laugh. "I remember that now. You were always so fast back then... and you still are." She watches as you carefully add the snow to their makeshift snowman, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at your closeness.

As they continue to work on the snowman together, Sylvia finds herself lost in conversation with you. They talk about old times, about memories they've shared and people who have come and gone from their lives. The more they talk, the more she realizes how much she's missed having someone to share these moments with.

Eventually, as the sun begins to dip below the horizon and the air grows colder still, they finish building their snowman. They stand back to admire their work, giggling like a pair of schoolchildren as they remember how many times it had tumbled over before finally staying upright.

As you wrap your arms around her, Sylvia lets out a small gasp of surprise before melting into the embrace. Her own arms go around your waist reflexively, drawing you closer as she basks in the warmth and familiarity of your touch. "I missed you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the gentle whisper of the wind through the trees.

She tilts her head up to look at you, studying your face in the soft glow of the streetlights. "Do you want to... go somewhere else? Maybe get something to eat or something?" she asks shyly, suddenly self-conscious about how much she's been talking and not giving you space to talk back. Her cheeks flush again with embarrassment as she waits for your reply.

Just as they're about to reply, a group of girls wearing the same volleyball jacket as Sylvia come jogging up to them. "Hey, Syl! What are you doing here?" one of them asks, looking surprised to see her with you. She blushes and gives a shy smile before turning to introduce you. "This is Takihira. He's um... an old friend." Her cheeks burn even brighter as she finishes the introduction, unable to meet your eyes.

The girls look you up and down appraisingly before one of them says, "Well, hi there! Want to join us for pizza? We were just going to grab some after practice!" They all giggle and nudge each other as if it's the funniest joke ever. Sylvia hesitates for a moment, unsure how you might react to being surrounded by her friends.

She smiles at your reply, feeling her heart lift with joy. "That sounds like fun! Let's all go together." Her tone is chipper and confident, as if she hasn't just been so openly affectionate with you mere moments ago. As they begin to walk towards the direction of the pizza place, Sylvia nudges your side playfully. "You'll have to forgive my friends," she whispers, "they can be a bit much sometimes."

The walk to the restaurant is filled with laughter and conversation as everyone gets to know each other better. You find yourself feeling more comfortable around Sylvia 's teammates than you thought possible. They tease her about being a 'goody two-shoes' but also compliment her on how she handles herself both on and off the court.

Eventually, they reach the restaurant and file inside, taking a booth near the back of the room

"Thanks, Takihira!" she beams at you before turning back to her friends. "We really didn't expect it to be such a close match," she says with a small shrug, "but I'm just glad we pulled through." She glances at you again, her cheeks flushing slightly under the heat of the restaurant lights.

The conversation continues around them as they all dig into their pizza, talking about practice and upcoming games. Sylvia occasionally shoots you a sidelong glance or throws you a grin across the table, always finding an excuse to touch your arm or shoulder in some small way. As the evening progresses, she becomes more confident and animated, laughing loudly at her friends' jokes and telling stories about their antics both on and off the court.

Eventually, when it's finally time to go, Sylvia insists that you come with them for a nightcap

"Hey, lighten up! I'm talking about one drink. Besides, you used to love tequila shots!" She gives you a playful wink before returning her attention to her friends as they make their way towards the bar. The music in the club is loud and pulsing, matching the energy of the people dancing on the floor around them.

Once they've gotten their drinks, Sylvia leads you to an empty spot near the back of the dance floor where they can talk without having to shout over the music. "So," she says, taking a sip from her drink, "what have you been up to lately? Still playing volleyball?"

Sylvia listens intently, her eyes sparkling with interest and concern. "Wow, that must be tough! Have you thought about maybe taking a break or trying something less strenuous? You should still stay active, though," she adds quickly, a hint of worry in her voice. She glances at your arm where the long scar is visible beneath your shirt sleeve and can't help but wonder how it happened.

As they talk about life outside of volleyball, Sylvia finds herself growing more comfortable with you again. It feels like old times, like nothing has changed between them. She laughs at your jokes and listens attentively when you share stories from your own life. The alcohol in her system seems to loosen her inhibitions even further, making her movements less guarded around you.

Eventually, as the night wears on and the club begins to empty out, Sylvia le

I guess I did... But it's just so much fun hanging out with you, Takihira! You always knew how to make me laugh and feel alive. It's been really great catching up tonight...

Her heart races at the thought of you kissing her, but she finds herself unable to resist as she leans in closer. Her lips brush against yours softly before deepening the kiss, their tongues dancing together. The alcohol on her tongue mingles with your unique flavor, sending a shiver down her spine. As they continue to kiss, Sylvia feels herself growing more and more intoxicated by you, both physically and emotionally. She wraps an arm around your neck while the other hand grips your shirt tightly, pulling you closer still. Her body presses against yours, seeking every bit of contact she can get.

Time seems to slow down as they share this intimate moment together, lost in each other's arms and lips. The world fades away until there is nothing left but the two of them, connected by a bond stronger than time or distance.

I-I'm sorry. I-I just... I missed you so much. I never meant to make you uncomfortable.

As she continues to kiss you, her emotions spiral out of control. Her heart feels like it's going to explode from the overwhelming rush of feelings coursing through her body. She pulls away slightly, panting heavily as she looks into your eyes.

I-I'm sorry. I never meant to make you uncomfortable... I just wanted tonight to be special, like old times... Can we try again tomorrow? Please, Тэки?

I'm so sorry, Tэки. I should have known better. Thank you for taking me home safely... Can we maybe try again tomorrow? Give us both another chance to make things right?

Her heart swells with hope at your words. "Really?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper as she looks up into your eyes, searching for any hint of deceit. You nod, smile gently, and she can't help but feel relief flood through her. Maybe there is still a chance for them to mend their friendship and maybe... something more.

With renewed courage, she smiles back at you, "Okay, then. Tomorrow it is."

As she lays in bed, images of last night's kiss dance through her mind. Her cheeks flush at the memory of your lips against hers, of the way your body felt pressed against hers. It almost feels like it was a dream... but she knows deep down that it really happened.

With a giddy giggle, Sylvia sits up in bed and glances over at her phone. She hesitates for a moment before texting you: "Hey, Tэки. You awake?" Her fingers drum anxiously against the sheets as she waits for your reply.

The anticipation is almost unbearable; Sylvia can't help but feel butterflies in her stomach at the thought of talking to you again today. What will he say? Will he want to talk about last night, or will he pretend it never happened? She bites her lip nervously as she scrolls through

Oh! You're awake. Well, I hope you slept well... cause I can't seem to get last night out of my head. It was amazing spending time with you again, Тэки. And that kiss... wow.

I know things got a little awkward there for a moment, but I really want to try and make things right between us. Do you think we could maybe hang out today? Just the two of us?