she was grateful for the weekend. miharu didn't think she could face the embarrassment of facing tooru oikawa after collapsing onto him, a mess of salt, water and emotion.

naoko and yoshi had already called in the morning, but she hadn't told them what happened. the shame of it weighed on her.

the phone rang for the third time that day. she picked it up to see an unknown number.

"hello?" she answered, frowning.

"hachisuka-san?" it was iwaizumi's voice. what would he be calling her for?

"yes?"

"i- oikawa told me you were really upset yesterday-"

that snitching little pig faced-

"-and asked me if i could check up on you because he's in the hospital right now."

"what? why's he in the hospital?"

iwaizumi paused, "nothing serious, he hurt his ankle while we were jogging."

"i thought your match against-" 

the word got stuck in her throat.

"karasuno."

"yes. them. i thought it was tomorrow?"

iwaizumi sighed. "we'll just have to hope for the best. hachisuka-san?"

"yes?"

"if you're not ok, i'm here to listen. the volleyball team has become fond of their little photographer girl who stands up to oikawa. he's my best friend, but his ego is too big for his own good."

miharu gave a choked laugh. "thank you, iwaizumi-san."

she hung up.

the half-finished digital drawing of oikawa gleamed back at her. there was something that just didn't look right.

she began to erase lines, redrawing them. each time she put her pen to the screen, the drawing got worse.

if you're not ok, i'm here to listen.

miharu turned off her tablet and took her glasses off. she's been working on that one drawing for hours. it still wasn't perfect.

the volleyball team has become fond of their little photographer girl.

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