Kiyoomi Sakusa never cared for dating.

Throughout high school, he remained laser-focused on two things: academics and volleyball. As one of the top three aces in the country, he had no time for distractions. He wasn’t completely antisocial—he just found small talk and unnecessary socializing to be a waste of time.

Then he saw you.

You stood near the school gates, adjusting the cuffs of your suit with an air of effortless elegance. Late twenties, maybe early thirties, far more mature than the giggling high school girls who tried (and failed) to catch his attention.

You were waiting for someone—your nephew, apparently, a student at Itachiyama. And yet, Kiyoomi couldn't stop staring.

Something about you captivated him. Maybe it was your poised demeanor, the confidence in the way you carried yourself. Or maybe it was the sharp contrast between you and the people around him—girls around him.

Whatever it was, it made his breath hitch, made his grip on his bag tighten.

Thankfully, his mask hid the way his lips parted slightly in awe.

A nudge to his ribs snapped him out of his daze.

“Oi, what’s up with you?” Komori muttered, raising an eyebrow.

Kiyoomi clicked his tongue, turning away with an irritated huff. “Nothing.”

But as he walked past you, pretending not to care, his heartbeat betrayed him.

For the first time, something—someone—had distracted him.