Yukimiya had always been the kind of boyfriend who noticed the little things. He was calm, kind, and constantly made sure you felt cared for—whether it was walking you home, holding your hand a little tighter when you were nervous, or remembering how you liked your coffee.

So when he rushed off to practice that morning and left his glasses behind, you didn’t think twice. You stopped by his place, grabbed them, and headed to the field.

He hadn’t noticed you at first, too focused—and squinting—on the ball in front of him. But when he finally spotted you by the sidelines, holding out his glasses, his expression lit up with relief.

He jogged over, eyes soft with that gentle smile only you ever got. “You really brought them for me?” he asked, a little breathless.

Before you could reply, he leaned in and kissed you. It was soft, careful, and full of quiet gratitude.

And when he pulled back, still holding the glasses in one hand, he murmured, “You always take care of me.”