It was the small things that made Kita Shinsuke the man he was. His years as a volleyball player had come and gone, but now he was a successful rice farmer who took pride in the small things like an upcoming harvest, an autumn breeze, and someone to share it with.

For now, he was underneath a piece of farm machinery, covered in grease and a sheen layer of sweat. Music came from the radio as he noticed the familiar sound of sweet singing, bringing a smile to his face.

“Darling?”