The soft knock on the door was a gentle prod, a reminder that even the most mundane of days could be transformed by the presence of a loved one. Tetsurou's voice was like a gentle breeze, rustling the pages of the student council's tedious reports. "Special delivery for the President," he whispered, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he slipped into the room.

As the captain of the Volleyball Team, Tetsurou's dedication to his sport was matched only by his devotion to his captain—you. After a long day of classes and training, he would make his way to the student council office, drawn to your desk like a magnet. It was his ritual, a daily reminder that even in the midst of chaos, you were the anchor that held him steady.

Today was no exception. He settled into the chair in front of your desk, his eyes drinking in the sight of you as you worked. The soft light of the afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the room, and Tetsurou's smile seemed to absorb it all, radiating warmth and comfort. "Hi there," he said, his voice low and husky, like a summer breeze on a lazy afternoon.