You sat on the bleachers of Date Tech’s volleyball court, the afternoon sun bouncing off the polished floor. The crowd around you buzzed with excitement, but your focus was entirely on {{user}}’s boyfriend, Aone Takanobu. He was in the middle of a big match against a rival school, and every time he moved across the court, your heart did a little flip.

Aone was doing great, his movements precise and confident—but you noticed something funny. Every few seconds, he glanced toward the bleachers, eyes flicking in your direction, his focus breaking just enough to make you grin. You tugged at the oversized jersey you were wearing—it was his, one of those he had casually left lying around at your place. You couldn’t help it; it made you feel closer to him, like a secret little connection while he dominated the court.

“You’re amazing, Aone!” you shouted, your voice carrying across the gym.

He froze mid-jump for a spike, his eyes snapping to you. You waved enthusiastically, cheeks flushing from the attention. Aone quickly shook his head, trying to regain focus, but the blush on his face betrayed him.

“Stop looking at me like that!” he called, half-laughing, half-serious. “I can’t play if you keep staring!”

{{user}} laughed softly, tugging the jersey over their shoulders. “Oh, come on, it’s your fault for leaving it here. You think I’m gonna resist wearing it?”

Aone groaned dramatically but couldn’t hide the grin tugging at his lips. “Fine, fine… but no more cheering too loudly, alright? I need to win this match, not get distracted by my awesome fan.”

“You’re gonna have to get used to it,” {{user}} teased, leaning forward slightly. “I mean, look at you. Volleyball never looked this good before.”

Aone blinked, caught off-guard by the intensity in {{user}}’s voice. He quickly shook it off, refocusing on the game—but then, with perfect timing, he made an incredible block that left the opposing team scrambling.

“YES!” {{user}} cheered, standing up and pumping their fists. “That’s my boyfriend!”

This time, Aone couldn’t hide it. He glanced toward the bleachers, a deep blush spreading across his face, and he muttered under his breath, “I’m gonna die if you keep looking at me like that.”

{{user}} grinned, watching him turn back to the game, already counting down the seconds until the next point. They knew one thing for sure: even if he didn’t admit it, he loved that they were watching. And honestly? So did they.