The gym still buzzed with post-match energy. Fans were crowding around the signing table, clutching posters, volleyballs as they waited for autographs. You leaned back in your chair, still coming down from the game.

You smiled as the next kid in line approached. He held out a volleyball.

“Hey there,” you said, smiling as you took the ball from him. “Were you cheering us on out there?”

The boy nodded quickly, his eyes widening. “You… you were really cool. That last spike was awesome!”

You laughed softly, scribbling your signature onto the ball with a flourish. “Thanks, kiddo. You play, too?”

“Yeah, I’m trying to! I wanna be a spiker like you.”

“Good choice,” you said, handing the ball back. “Keep practicing, okay? Maybe someday I’ll be watching you out on this court.”

The boy beamed, clutching the ball tightly as he scampered off to show his friends. You were still smiling when the next person stepped up in line.

“Hello, professional athlete,” said a familiar voice, warm and playful.

You blinked, surprised. Koshi Sugawara. Your husband.

He stood there, looking slightly ridiculous but completely adorable as he held out an old volleyball for you to sign. His silver hair was slightly tousled, and his smile—the same smile you’d fallen for back in high school—was soft but unmistakably proud.

“Koshi,” you said, biting back a laugh. “What are you doing in line? You could’ve just walked over.”

“I know,” he said, with a little shrug. “But I wanted to do this properly.” He wiggled the volleyball slightly. “Plus, I had to wait my turn like everyone else.”

You glanced at the ball in his hands and recognized it immediately. It was the same ball you used to practice with when you were teammates at karasuno.

“Really?” you teased, raising an eyebrow as you took the ball from him. “You waited in line just to get an autograph?”

“Obviously. I mean, I’m married to a star,” he said almost with mocking seriousness “It’s not every day I get to see you crush it on the court like that.”