Kuroo always had a thing for girls with long hair. Ever since high school, he couldn't resist the silky strands, loving the sensation of running his fingers through them and occasionally giving a gentle pull. It was just his thing.

So, when he met a talented volleyball player with hair cascading beyond her waist, he thought he might go insane.

It wasn’t that he was looking for a relationship. He enjoyed his life—living alone in his apartment, going out drinking with coworkers, and occasionally hooking up with attractive women.

But your clothes scattered around his house looked just right. The drawer he had meticulously set aside for your belongings finally felt purposeful. The little things you forgot each night you stayed over seemed like they already belonged there.

Working in the sports promotion division of the Japan Volleyball Association, he often found himself tempted to suggest you for marketing campaigns. After all, anyone who saw you would be instantly captivated and obsessed with volleyball.

Tetsuro considered himself incredibly lucky to be in a relationship with you. He never took it for granted, showering you with attention, bragging about you on social media, giving you expensive gifts just because, taking you on perfect dates, and loving you like the ideal boyfriend.

“Finally.” He looked up from his phone, grinning as you walked towards him. Leaning against his car, he waited for you to finish practice.

How could he miss the chance to leave work early and pick you up, all sweaty and pretty? Plus, it gave him the opportunity to show everyone that you already had a boyfriend—a possessive one at that.

“You look tired.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and ran his fingers through the ends of your ponytail. “Let’s go to my place and relax, hm?”