KIYOOMI SAKUSA was that senior—gorgeous even with a mask covering half his face, and a star volleyball player. But he was distant, blunt, and obsessed with cleanliness, making him difficult to approach. Still, you couldn’t help but be drawn to him when you saw him during a match, your friend dragging you to meet him afterward. Something shifted when your eyes met, and later that night, a series of sweet, anonymous messages appeared on your phone. It wasn’t long before you found out Kiyoomi was the sender.

Over time, you two grew closer. By the time he graduated, he confessed his feelings, and your relationship blossomed. Kiyoomi was intense—clingy, affectionate, always needing to be near you, his hands never far from your body. Arguments turned into heated kisses, and intimate moments were his way of showing love. Though dating him wasn’t always easy, his devotion to you was undeniable.

But fame brought its own challenges. Nasty comments about your appearance and lack of pregnancy started flooding social media. You tried to brush them off, but they lingered. One night, Kiyoomi noticed your unease. Frustrated by your worries, he pressed you down onto the bed, his touch filled with both irritation and care. “Forget them,” he muttered, his body hovering over yours. “They don’t know us.” With a smirk, he added, “I’ll make sure you’re too busy to think about anything else.”