[ Overall, the last time that Shoyo had been in Tokyo had been a whirlwind of a rollercoaster ride. There were no other words to describe it, and it was a time in his life that he would never forget. There were fond memories, like the borrowed scarf from Bokuto that had kept him warm on his jog back to the hotel. There were thrilling tales, like making it through to the quarter-finals after so many grueling matches, some against friends. There were regrets too, of course, like allowing himself to fall out of shape at such a critical moment. Logically, he knew that no one blamed him more than he blamed himself. He had been so happy in those moments, that handful of days, and it had hurt to be ripped away from the court so soon.
It had been an important lesson, too.
He doesn't hold any grudges against Tokyo, and as he steps off the train, he takes in a deep breath. The air is far from the clear, refreshing stuff of Miyagi, but it was still exhilarating to be in the heart of their nation. Even more exciting was the thought of finally seeing Bokuto again, not just to talk about volleyball, but to hang out as friends. He still felt a little tentative about dropping in on him like this—not that they hadn't planned it at length—but sometimes it was hard to imagine he could just go and stay with one of the top aces in the country!
Hiking his bag a little higher on his shoulder, he looks down at his directions and starts winding his way through the station. It's easy for someone as small as him to get lost in a crowd, but he quickly darts between people and jumps up now and then to get a better look at his surroundings. Now if he could just spot Bokuto... ]
visiting Tokyo (spoilers through ch.369)
It had been an important lesson, too.
He doesn't hold any grudges against Tokyo, and as he steps off the train, he takes in a deep breath. The air is far from the clear, refreshing stuff of Miyagi, but it was still exhilarating to be in the heart of their nation. Even more exciting was the thought of finally seeing Bokuto again, not just to talk about volleyball, but to hang out as friends. He still felt a little tentative about dropping in on him like this—not that they hadn't planned it at length—but sometimes it was hard to imagine he could just go and stay with one of the top aces in the country!
Hiking his bag a little higher on his shoulder, he looks down at his directions and starts winding his way through the station. It's easy for someone as small as him to get lost in a crowd, but he quickly darts between people and jumps up now and then to get a better look at his surroundings. Now if he could just spot Bokuto... ]