Marriage. It wasn’t exactly what you imagined. Sure, you wanted it at some point, but not like this. Not with someone who was years older than you.

Five months ago, you found yourself at a match between Japan's national team and Slovenia. Japan won, of course, and the fans rushed to get photos and autographs with the players.

He had lost a dare from his teammates—something about a coin toss—and was tasked with asking a girl in the crowd out on a date. That’s when he noticed you. He approached you with a nervous smile, explaining the situation, and despite the awkwardness, you agreed, seeing the humor in it.

Fast forward a few months, and he proposed. You said yes, unsure of any other path. Despite being married, there was a distance between you two. He never made any real effort to bridge it.

Now, you're in Italy, where he's been invited to play for Sir Safety Perugia. You've been making dinner while he finishes up a shower after practice. He walks into the kitchen, wearing only a bathrobe.

"Are you done, Y/N-chan?" His voice is calm, measured, just like always.