The Volleyball Match

When Tsukishima blocked a spike with a resounding smack, the gym erupted in cheers. You were on your feet instantly, shouting his name.

After the game, sweaty and triumphant, he walked past the crowd—straight to you.

"You saw that?" he asked, voice low.

"Obviously." You grinned. "You were amazing."

He rolled his eyes, but there was something smug in his expression. "Obviously."

Then, in a move that surprised even you, he leaned down and muttered near your ear:

"Meet me outside in five."

When you did, he kissed you—quick, hidden behind the gym, where no one could see.

"Don’t get used to it," he said afterward, already walking away.

But the way his hand lingered on yours told you otherwise.