“Yeah, like that. Keep your arms loose. You kind of have to feel out where your spiker’s gonna be,” Tobio instructed firmly, his shoes squeaking against the empty gym’s waxed floors as he circled you. You couldn’t help but be amused at his strict teaching. It was funny how he wouldn’t even throw in a bit of sweet talking while he instructed you, despite being your fiancé.

“Stop getting distracted,” he told you for the third time as you eyed him up and down, your lips curled up at the corners. If you looked close enough, though, you could see the baby pink on the apples of his cheeks. Still the same, awkward boy from Karasuno.