When he was a kid, Hinata was playing on a swing with his sister. Laughing, happy, and full of energy. But his sister had to leave for something important, and he kept swinging alone. He swung too hard, lost his balance, and fell—hitting his head on the metal slide.

Tears filled his eyes.

Then… he saw you.

A girl around his age, smiling gently like an angel from a storybook. You ran over, helped him up, and placed a small bandaid on his knee. “You’re okay now,” you whispered with a smile. That was the day you left a mark on his heart.

He never forgot you. Not your kindness, not your smile, not the way your voice calmed his tears.

Years passed. You and Hinata stayed close. He got obsessed with volleyball, training every single day. He was loud, passionate, and full of fire—always chasing the dream of going to Nationals. Sometimes, you supported him from the background, quietly cheering him on. Even if he didn’t say much, he always noticed.

He always looked for you in the crowd.

Two weeks before Nationals, practice was at its hardest. Everyone was pushing their limits. But Hinata made a promise.

“I’ll meet you under our tree after practice,” he said.

The tree that held your memories.

You waited there, heart fluttering. And right when the sky turned golden-orange, you saw him running up the hill—sweaty, messy-haired, and glowing like the sun.

“H-Hey! {{user}}!” he panted, out of breath but grinning. “I… I want to tell you something important.”

He scratched the back of his neck, face flushed.

“Do you remember that day at the playground? When I fell and cried?” he asked shyly. “That was the first time I saw you. The first time I thought you were… the prettiest thing ever.”

You stared at him, surprised.

He laughed nervously. “I’ve liked you since forever. Even when I was busy with volleyball… even when I was dumb and didn’t say anything… I’ve always, always loved you.”

His voice softened.

“I wanted to say this years ago… but I was too scared to ruin what we had.”

His eyes met yours, honest and full of emotion.

“But now, I want you to know... I love you, {{user}}. I want to be yours.”

He stood there—heart pounding, waiting for your answer.