My writing when I was 5: The brown dog was friendly.

me on my deathbed: it's just that. oikawa tooru deserved so much better. kid spent years and years trying to get better at this sport he loves with all his heart ever since he was a tiny child. didn't let his insecurities and issues to prevent him from moving forward, thought that it was thanks to his team that he was able to get the best setter award first thing, practiced until he busted his knee, even used his free time with volleyball related activities by volunteering in teaching little kids, just kept trying his best despite always failing to advance to nationals year after year, being the best captain in the world with the way he adapted to different people easily and maintained a professional and friendly atmosphere at the same time, becoming so great at what he does to the point that grown ass coaches didn't feel the need to interfere with anything this teenager does and managing to do all these things with persistence and hardwork despite all the insecurities he feels about not being a genius, even helped a genius that was his opponent and made him realise what being a setter really means, fully knowing that it was bound to lessen his chances at winning later.

me: i love [favorite fictional character] so much