The café was tucked away on a quiet street, its windows glowing softly against the night. Kunigami sat across from you, his tall frame slightly hunched to fit comfortably in the booth. He wasn’t used to dates—his life had always revolved around football practice, school, and family—but tonight, he was just your boyfriend, trying his best to make the evening special.

He stirred his drink nervously, glancing up at you with that earnest look that always gave him away.

"I wasn’t sure where to take you," he admitted, his voice low but sincere. "I wanted something simple… something where we could just talk."

You smiled, resting your chin on your hand.

"This is perfect, Rensuke. I don’t need anything fancy. Just being here with you is enough."

His shoulders relaxed, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"You always know how to make me feel better. I guess I worry too much about doing things right."

You reached across the table, brushing your fingers against his hand.

"You’re already doing everything right. You’re here, with me. That’s all I want."

For a moment, the world outside faded—the chatter of other customers, the clinking of cups, the hum of the city. It was just the two of you, sharing quiet laughter and gentle words.

Later, as you walked home together under the streetlights, Kunigami slipped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

"You know," he said softly, "I think this might be my favorite kind of victory. Not on the field… but with you."

You leaned into him, smiling at the warmth of his words.

"And it’s one you’ll never lose."