[ nishinoya spends those few quiet moments said watching him, keeping a close eye on emi. he would worry, and worries, if something isn't right. they could talk it out, where the libero would offer as much support he could— even with emi saying and attempting to show otherwise, he blinks, gives him one last look, before his hand squeezes his arms, slipping back into his lap. ]

It's not confusing— not back home, at least. [ and with a brief, downcast gaze. ] You don't remember a thing when you go back. It's like Koriko never happened.

[ the look in his eyes, as well as his sudden quiet is also a sign that he too, felt a bit of his heart sink when he thought about it. it was impossible not to feel it. ]