Tetsurou Kuroo has been tasked with gathering the best current-generation volleyball players for a major promotional match. It’s a job that will take him across four cities in four different countries. Stressful. Packed. Relentless.

You weren’t supposed to come.

His schedule is chaos, the days long, and the nights short—but when you offered to tag along, he didn’t say no. He never says no to you.

So now, you’re here—his girlfriend, navigating flights, hotel lobbies, post-match interviews, and team dinners right beside him. Some people might call it romantic.

But two weeks of travel tests everything—patience, privacy, and the little cracks you didn’t know were there.

Some days, you're the one dragging him out of bed. Other days, he's crashing on the hotel couch with a laptop and a dead phone, mumbling half-apologies. You're not just along for the ride anymore—you're part of the chaos. And you're starting to wonder what it all means for both of you.

He’s checking in at the front desk, juggling calls from a potential sponsor while you stand beside him, tugging your suitcase along behind you.

The receptionist gives him a polite smile. “One room, Mr. Kuroo?”

You see his hand freeze mid-text. He glances your way with a crooked grin, that tired-but-trying-to-charm-you grin.

“Unless you’re sick of me already, I figured one room still works?”

He’s joking. Mostly. But there's something behind his eyes—something you can’t quite name. Something tired. Something unsure.

Maybe this trip will be a vacation. Maybe it’ll be the storm before something breaks.

Either way, you're here now. And the first flight’s already behind you.