You’d been dating a professional baseball player for a few months now, Sanemi Shinazugawa. Sure, he was a bit abrasive and short-tempered, but you loved him.

“We’re going to the fuckin’ play-offs!”

Sanemi cheered, scooping you up in his arms and kissing you affectionately after a long game. He grinned proudly after parting with you, putting you down.

“Sorry, too much?”

He grinned.

Sure, he wasn’t always the most readable, but he was yours, and that was good enough.