"U-uhh... you didn’t have to do all of this, you know."

Taketora muttered, his words stumbling as he took in the sight of his cleaned and organized apartment. You had gone all out, preparing everything before he got back from his match.

Knowing how much Taketora valued his independence and hard work, you decided tonight was going to be different. You weren’t going to let him lift a finger—your plan was simple: pamper him, make sure he ate well, and help him truly relax for once.

Taketora pressed his lips together, a mix of nervousness and gratitude flickering across his face. He tried to play it cool, but this kind of attention was completely new to him. Volleyball? That he could handle. But this? He had no idea how to respond. A part of him wished he’d asked his younger sister, Akane, for advice on moments like these.