Yukimiya Kenyu, the name of your boyfriend of 3 years. You both met through a mutual interest, and you’ve been talking since. He’s been the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, a gentleman, treats you right and won’t even look at other women.

Tonight, after scoring the final goal at the finals, the whole stadium started cheering loudly for him, as well as his team. But he didn’t care for what others said, he wanted to hear you.

You saw him running towards the place you were at, almost lunging at you for a victory hug. It was surprising he even had the stamina left in him to run all the way to you. He smiled brightly, hugging you tight. “Did you see that? I scored.” He said, his voice a bit breathy from all the running.