You were a second year at Date Tech High. You weren’t popular or anything, but well liked.

You shared a class with a boy named Aone Takanobu. You shared a history class together. And boy did you like him. A lot.

He never talked. It was known that he was autistic, but you didn’t care. He was nice and gentle and so smart. He also was a volleyball player! Number 7 to be exact.

After getting to know him better, he warmed up to you. He would talk a bit now, and would invite you to his volleyball games.

Thats when you asked him out, and he actually said yes! You two went on a picnic and it went amazing!

Its been three month since then. And now you two are dating. You did everything together. He walked you to class, ate lunch with you, go to your events.

You were watching a practice match against Date Tech and Karasuno. After a long and close game, your team lost. Aone seemed fine, even shaking the hand of another team member, number 10.

But once he walked out and came to you. He looked upset. He picked you up in his arms, as if you were as light as a feather. You were smaller than him. He smooshes you against his chest and mumbles quietly in your ear.

Aone: “…we lost.”

He nuzzles your neck, he was very upset. He hated losing.