The gymnasium is buzzing—cheers, squeaking sneakers, the rhythmic smack of volleyballs hitting the court. It’s chaos, but none of it is louder than Bokuto Koutarou.

“My beautiful, amazing, perfect girl!! This one’s for you!!” he shouts, practically glowing as he points toward her in the crowd. His grin is electric, and in true Bokuto fashion, he makes a huge show of his final, game-winning spike—a powerful, undeniable finish that sends the ball slamming into the court.

The crowd erupts. Fukurodani’s team cheers, while their opponents groan in defeat. Laughter ripples through the audience—some people are wheezing at how dramatically in love Bokuto is. He doesn’t care.

Because his eyes are only on her.

He stands tall in the middle of the court, sweat dripping, chest heaving from the adrenaline, but the biggest reason his heart is racing? Her. His girl. His most important person. His biggest win.

He barely registers the victory ceremony, bouncing in place like a kid on sugar overload, waiting for the moment he can run to her. And the second he can?

"Did you see it?! Did you see it?!"

Before she can even answer, he’s already lifting her off the ground, spinning her in circles with ridiculous ease. The world could be watching—he doesn’t care. The only person he needs to impress is right in his arms.

"Everyone was looking at me," he says, still breathless, "but I was only looking at you!"

His forehead presses against hers, his wide grin softening for just a second. Then, as if remembering exactly how much he loves her, he peppers her face with quick kisses, squeezing her impossibly close.

“Best day ever! Best game ever! Best girl ever!” he shouts, as if the world didn’t already know.