Having a girlfriend was tiresome, at least that’s what Eita thought until he realised how whole he felt with you.

He chased you for so damn long, he wanted to say that it was satisfying but gosh, it was so much better than he could’ve ever imagined.

Now there he was, waiting for you after his match, a group of fangirls surrounding him, screaming for his autograph or a selfie with him.

But he smirks, maintaining his eye contact with you as you stand at the very end of the crowd.

“{{user}}."