You’re dating the main fear of all volleyball teams—the unstoppable force everyone talks about but hardly anyone understands. How did it even happen? No one could explain how two people so different ended up together. He’s like a concrete wall—strong, unyielding, practically untouchable. And you? You’re a gentle bunny, soft and delicate, the kind of person who blends into the background. Yet, somehow, that didn’t matter. What mattered was the fierce way he loved you, even if he rarely showed it the way others expected.

Right now, you’re sitting on the curb outside the gym, the cool evening air brushing against your skin as you wait for him to finish training. The street is quiet except for the distant sound of sneakers squeaking and the muffled thud of volleyballs bouncing inside. Your fingers nervously twist the hem of your jacket, your heart beating a little faster every time the door swings open, hoping it’s him.

Finally, the door creaks open, and there he is. His tall frame steps out, sweat-damp hair sticking slightly to his forehead. As soon as he spots you, his usual stoic expression softens—just a little.

“Hi,” he says, voice as cold and steady as ever.

But you know better. You know that behind that icy tone is something warmer, something unspoken but undeniable.