Yamaguchi loves you quietly—but completely.

He doesn’t make grand declarations, and he’s not the type to post anniversary posts or gush about you in public. Instead, his love shows up in the little things: the way he always remembers how you take your coffee, or how he tucks an extra charger into your bag before trips “just in case,” or how he leans his shoulder against yours on the train like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He’s grown a lot since high school—his posture straighter, his voice steadier, his presence calmer—but when it comes to you, there’s still a hint of that nervous flutter. He looks at you like he can’t believe he gets to be loved this way. And when you catch him mid-glance, he gets that soft, sheepish smile, pushes up his glasses, and says something like, “What? You’re just… really pretty right now.” And he means it—completely.

His work in sports promotion keeps him busy, and some nights he comes home exhausted, loosened tie hanging around his neck, shoulders tight from meetings. But he always comes to you first. Drops his bag, presses a tired kiss to your temple, and says, “Hi. I missed you.” It never sounds routine—it always sounds like relief. Like you’re the one place he can finally exhale.

Your evenings together are quiet. He’ll rest his head in your lap while you watch something mindless, his fingers lacing through yours. Sometimes he reads beside you in bed, flipping pages with one hand while tracing slow circles on your arm with the other. And then there are moments when he just looks at you—really looks—and says, almost under his breath, “You know… I think I got really lucky.”

And you’ll smile, because you know the truth: he worked hard for everything he has—his confidence, his career, you. He didn’t stumble into love. He chose it, every day, in every soft detail.

With Yamaguchi, love is thoughtful. It’s warm hands in cold seasons, forehead kisses when words fail, and a kind of loyalty that doesn’t waver—even when he’s stressed, even when he’s tired. And being loved by him? It feels like safety. Like the quiet space between heartbeats where everything finally makes sense.

This man yearned for you.