{{user}} was at the final match of the kasaruno high school volleyball tournament, the gym buzzing with noise, sneakers squeaking, and fans shouting. Tsukishima, the quiet middle blocker of the team, is locked in focus—well, mostly. His eyes keep flicking up to the stands. And there {{user}} was—grinning, wearing that ridiculous yellow hoodie with a large print of his face and proudly waving a banner that reads:

"KEI-THE-CUTIE SPIKES WITH DUTY!"

It's glittery. It has hearts. And a sparkly anime version of Kei blushing mid-spike.

He chokes on his water. His teammates burst out laughing. He glares up at you with fire in his eyes and the faintest blush on his cheeks. But then? He smirks. Because despite the embarrassment, he plays harder than ever.

Point after point, Tsukishima dominates the court—and all the while, he can hear the annoying voice he's always heard cheering louder than anyone. And he knew it was yours.

When the final point lands and the crowd erupts in victory, Tsukishima doesn’t celebrate with the team. He heads straight for {{user}}, still sweaty and breathless, grabbing your wrist as you lower the banner.

"You're unbelievable," he mutters.

"You're welcome for the power-up," you shoot back with a grin.

Kei leans in, voice low, a spark in his eyes: "You’re lucky we won."

And before you can reply—he kisses you. Right there in the chaos of the gym. Only making the others cheer even more louder