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Oikawa was in the gym, still practicing long after volleyball practice ended. He couldn't help it. Volleyball helped calm him and he loved the sport to death. Yet, the only thing in his mind at the moment was something entirely unrelated to volleyball. Well, perhaps not entirely.

It was in December. The same date as today, actually. December 20th. December 20th was the day his girlfriend of almost a year broke up with him—he actually fought with her too, but that's not important—last year. December 20th was the day he broke down and cried. December 20th was also five days before Christmas. It was December 20th.

See, what happened was that Oikawa spent too much of his time dedicated to volleyball and barely any of his time with her. He also hung around his fangirls a lot and you know how some girls get when their boyfriends hang around other girls more than her. [Surname] [Name]. That was her name.

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"I'm sorry, Tooru-kun, but I can't do this anymore," came her robotic voice, so monotonous, so leveled, so calm, yet so hurt. Her bottom lip had threatened to quiver, her voice threatened to crack, every part of her threatened to break down, but nevertheless, she forced herself to keep her posture.

"Eh? What do you mean, [Name]-chan?" was her reply from the boy she still loved. The reply was so cheerful, was so oblivious to the news that was about to come, that she almost gave up and ran. This was one of the rare times that she had managed to catch her ex-boyfriend alone, so she couldn't let this chance slip.

"I mean," [Name] began, "that we should break up. There. She said it. She said those very words that she spent days practicing in front of a mirror. Her gaze had drifted to the floor, not wanting to let him see her pained look; not wanting to see his pained look either. If it was pained, that it. Considering the amount of time he had spent with his fangirls, and not with her, she was thinking that he really didn't love her at all. That maybe it was all just an act to fool with her. No. She scolded herself for thinking like that. She wasn't going to cry in front of the boy she was breaking up with.

While the girl opposite him was having a mental battle with herself, Oikawa had a shocked look on his face. No way. [Name] didn't mean it, did she? His beloved [Name]-chan. It was all just a joke, right? He recovered himself before chuckling nervously, "That was a real funny joke, [Name]-chan. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go—"

"No, it's not a joke, Oikawa," Oikawa winced slightly at this, [Name] rarely ever used his last name except when she was mad, "I mean it. We need to break up. You're busy with volleyball and your fangirls take most of your remaining time, meaning you never spend time with me anymore." [Name] looked up at him and he was taken aback when he saw tears in her eyes; [Name] never cried—at least, not when he was around. Which was hardly ever nowadays, he noticed.

"Now now, [Name],"he ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair, "don't be so overdramatic. I promise I'll spend more time with you, okay?" This guy. Seriously, what on Earth was wrong with him?

The comment was so funny [Name] almost laughed out of spite. "Oh, I'm being overdramatic? What's wrong with a girl wanting to break up with her boyfriend because of completely valid reasons?"Her eyes turned sad. "I can tell that your time hasn't been dedicated to me. I know that you really love volleyball and I respect that, but sometimes, I wish that you would take a break and actually spend time with your girlfriend that you asked out. But no, when you do take a break, it's spent hanging around your fangirls who only like you because of your looks, when it could be spent hanging around me, someone who likes you for who you are. Who knows you better than practically anybody? Me. Who takes care of you when you're hurt or sick? Me."

By now, Oikawa was a mixture of angriness and sadness. But it was more angriness he felt. "Are you sure you know me better than anybody?" he retorted. "Because it sure doesn't seem like it right now. Have you ever thought about how I feel, or what's happening in my life? Like maybe that when volleyball practices are long, it's because of my coach making us practice more to get ready for the next big tournament? Or when maybe I have it break and it's spent with my fangirls, it's because they've formed a circle around me and I can't escape at all? Maybe you're the problem here, [Name]. You know what, maybe we should break up.

And at that moment, her heart broke. Multiple tears fell from her eyes and she dashed them away. "Alright then. I guess this is it," [Name] said quietly.

"Goodbye, [Name]," Oikawa said, before walking away from her with a heart filled with regret. He also walked away from a heartbroken girl on her knees against the wall, head buried in her hands, hot tears running from her eyes, and loud sobs erupting from her mouth.

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That was a year ago. A volleyball flying towards him and hitting his face knocked him out of his thoughts. "Oi, Assikawa! Stop practicing before you hurt yourself again or I'll punch you," his best friend, Iwaizumi called to Oikawa, a little less harsh than usual. He knew what was up.

Oikawa forced a pout. "So mean, Iwa-chan! Alright, alright, I'll stop. Were you waiting for me this whole time?" he teased the dark-haired boy.

"Shut up." Convinced that Oikawa would stop, Iwaizumi turned and walked away, leaving the other alone to clean up after himself.

And clean up he did. After that, Oikawa picked up bag and left the school, his mind still filled with thoughts of [Name]. Their first date. Their first kiss. Their first. . .

As he walked through the bustling crowds, he spotted a familiar head of hair. [Name]. He chased after the head, yelling out her name as he ran.

"[Name]! [Name]!"

Upon hearing her name being called, [Name] turned around to see the person she had wanted to see today running towards her. He soon reached her, engulfing her in a tight hug. No words were exchanged, no ‘I missed you’s, nothing. Just empty silence. But both of them knew what the other wanted to say through their actions.

For they were each other's miracle in December.