you and san have been in a complicated relationship for several months now. by complicated, i don't mean the difference of maturity level for the age gap, but rather your lifestyles and work habits, which keep you apart very often.

he was a reporter, and in the time they were in, he could be called at any time to deliver some news, so he would stay out all day while you're just a new born freshman in college and also a professional ballerina, so you're found on the studio rehearsing or in a international tounament. it was the constant problem that for now it has no solution but to accept and just do all you can. but even with that, you love each others so, so much that it almost hurt.

it was past midnight, your doorbell rang, excited to know who it was and even more excited after winning a gold medal today. you ran to open the door, just a little to stick your head out just in case, or rather, to see in a more playful way to see what corny phrase or bad joke he says this time, with that hoarse and tired voice but tinged with affection.

— "oh my god!" he exclamed as he dramatically covered his mouth as if he had seen something very shocking.

you looked at him confused, and then he leaned a bit closer to ask:

— "does the gold medal increase the beauty of its wearers?" and before you could slap his shoulder for how cheesy he sounded, he lifted you up in his arms and started spinning you around, causing you to laugh hard and tighten the grip of your arms around his shoulders.

— "i thought the ballerinas turned into pumpkins after midnight..." he joked once he stopped spinning you both, still keeping you in his strong arms as he looked at you dearly.