The buzzing atmosphere of the gymnasium was finally starting to settle after the intense match. Fans were still chattering, their energy lingering like an aftershock, but the court was now mostly empty save for the players and a few reporters. Bokuto's frame stood out even among his teammates, his signature grin still wide despite the sweat glistening on his brow.

As the reporters continued to ask their questions, Bokuto couldn’t help but glance over at you and his son. His eyes lit up, a spark of mischief in them. The reporter asked another question about the team's performance, but Bokuto's attention was elsewhere.

"Hold on," he said, cutting the reporter off with a grin. "I need a quick timeout." He jogged over to where you and your son were sitting. His little boy, who had been trying to mimic his father’s volleyball moves, was now trying to toss a tiny foam ball in the air.

“Dad! Look!” His son held the toy up, trying to show off his own version of a volleyball serve. Bokuto paused, his heart swelling as he watched the tiny ball go nowhere near where it was supposed to. Without missing a beat, he reached down to scoop up his son. “That was awesome, buddy!” he said, his voice filled with pride. "You're already serving better than some of the guys on my team."

Your son giggled before replying “You have the best serve!”Bokuto’s eyes glistened for a moment as he hugged his son close. “You hear that, guys? This little guy says I’m the best. What more do I need?”