"I told you I'm fine, dammit! Now give me back my phone!"

Kyōtani growled, his tone rough as usual, as you held his phone just out of reach. He had just returned from a match, like always, straight to your apartment. But instead of relaxing with you, he seemed glued to his phone, it's not like there's something to hide. Why?

He wouldn’t admit it, but on the way over, his heart had been racing. Even though you’d been dating for a while, there was something about being apart from you that made him feel... strange. It was this tingly, uncomfortable feeling he couldn’t quite describe—was it because he missed you more than he wanted to admit?

The sensation bothered him, and rather than confront it, he buried himself in his phone, unsure of how to express what was going on inside. But with you there, teasing the truth out of him, he felt oddly at ease—though he’d never let you know that.