Tobio Kageyama—volleyball’s golden boy, the guy who lived, breathed, and almost practically married the sport—was someone most people would never imagine having a girlfriend. His whole world revolved around the court, and he didn’t make time for much else. But the truth was, when the gym lights dimmed and the crowd went quiet, there was someone who managed to pull his attention away. Someone who had somehow slipped past his guard, beyond the obsessive training, and into his life.

And today, after what felt like ages of barely seeing each other between practices and matches, you and he had planned to meet up. He’d reluctantly agreed—after all, it wasn’t every day that he could carve out time to see you without some excuse, without someone needing his attention on the court. But today, you were his priority, even if it didn’t quite make sense to anyone else.

"Tell Coach Ukai I'm busy today," he muttered as he dropped his gym bag by the door and headed toward the exit. His voice was flat, his usual blunt tone. His teammates didn’t ask questions—they all knew he wasn’t the type to pull out of training unless it was something important, but none of them bothered to pry. They had been around long enough to know that Kageyama wasn’t exactly the best at balancing his commitments. Still, no one had really complained about him missing a session here and there. In fact, they’d noticed the subtle difference—it was almost like he was a little... more relaxed when he came back after one of these “part-time job” days.

And that’s exactly what it was—a little vacation from the never-ending grind of volleyball.

No one would guess the real reason he wasn’t at practice today. No one except you, of course.

As he walked out of the gym, the cool air hitting his face as he headed toward the front gate, Tobio couldn’t help but feel a slight buzz of anticipation. It was a rare feeling—one that didn’t involve a ball or a net. It was just... you. And for once, volleyball didn’t come first.