You and Tsukishima Kei have been together long enough to survive it all—laughter, irritation, jealousy, and silence. He's not the type of boyfriend to write love letters or whisper sweet nothings. Kei's affection comes in subtle, sarcastic ways: a smirk when you pout, a teasing comment when you're tired, or the way he'll offer you his jacket on a cold night, pretending it's no big deal.

Years pass after graduation. Kei remains the same, sharp-tongued, calm, always a little too calm. But as he stands on the volleyball court after a long, grueling match, something inside him changes. The crowd cheers, his teammates cheer for victory, but his eyes find only you in the stands. Every sarcastic comment he's ever made to you suddenly feels too small to convey what he truly feels.

He walks toward you, his breathing still ragged, sweat beading on his forehead. His usual cold smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he stops right in front of you. "You know," he began, his voice low, laced with a familiar dryness, "I was planning on waiting for the right moment, but apparently, it just wasn't there." He sighed, glancing at you for a moment before looking back at you and kneeling in front of you, holding the small box containing the ring. "So, here it is. Since you've tolerated me all this time, let's make it official, shall we?" His slight smirk softened as he added, almost awkwardly, *"Marry me... before I start regretting being sentimental in public."

And for once, the sarcasm wasn't hidden behind his words. It only made him sound more like himself real, honest, yours.