"It's not like he made it easy to tell him I had other stuff on my mind," Osamu counters irritably. "He was the one who always went on and on about volleyball, volleyball, volleyball. Anyone with eyes could see that he thought we'd be in it together for the rest of our lives."

Osamu purses his lips, trying hard not to frown or show just how bothered that always made him. But he's much more transparent than he thinks he is.

"I thought he'd grow out of it eventually but with 'Tsumu I just gotta grow up myself and then drag him along."