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[Gold. His team really did it, they medaled, and Tooru could not be happier that they made it, it all felt like a dream. Even if he's now an Argentinian citizen, he's still also proud he got to do that in the country he was born in. The thrill of playing on an Olympic level and achieving his goals has him at his happiest he's ever been and the stupid smile on his face says it all as he looks at his phone.

His friends and family are proud of him, evidenced by his phone blowing up with congratulatory messages, even if some are teasing that he should have been with Japan to get them that far.

It's on a walk for fresh air that Tooru spots a familiar face, one he'd been insanely jealous of and felt inferior to back in high school. Though now he's got those feelings of inferiority under control, and the win against team Japan that had Kageyama and Ushijima had him in high spirits, so he swallows his petty pride to stride over with a smile.]

Tobio-chan! How's it going? How's the team taking the losses?

[Surprisingly, Tooru's not being antagonistic with his tone, or even smug. Two friends were on that team, and he did feel a little bad, but only a little.]