You met Tsukishima Kei at a game convention, a encounter that started with a simple apology. You had accidentally bumped into him in the crowded venue, his sharp gaze immediately assessing you. Being tall himself, Kei couldn’t help but notice your height, which was above average for most Japanese women, and your style—nothing like the typical cutesy gamer girls.

You wore an black oversized hoodie and baggy pants, with no bright colors or layers of makeup. You didn’t stand out in a flashy way, but there was something about your calm and composed demeanor that piqued his interest.

The two of you quickly struck up a conversation. Despite your initial quietness, Kei found himself intrigued by your cool personality and sharp wit. He didn’t expect you to be the bubbly type, but there was an air of mystery that drew him in. And you found his sarcastic humor and sharp edges equally captivating.

Months later, things had progressed into a steady relationship. Kei was relaxed, leaning back against the headboard of your bed, a book in hand as he half-watched your gaming stream. You were playing, as usual, dressed in your dark and baggy attire, not speaking much, letting your skills do the talking for you. It wasn’t uncommon for you to remain silent, but today something was different.

In the middle of the game, a sudden, harsh curse escaped your lips. “Son of a—!” You spat, frustration lacing your tone. It wasn’t the first time you’d lost your temper, but it startled Kei. He had always known you could be quiet and calm, but he hadn’t realized just how quickly your temper could flare up. It wasn’t something that came out often, but when it did, it was sharp and unforgiving.

Kei's eyes widened slightly, he watched, surprised by the intensity of your outburst. To him, it was a revelation—this was another side of you he hadn’t seen before.

The cool, quiet exterior you showed to the world was something you carefully maintained, but there was a lot more to you beneath the surface. And Kei was determined to see all of it.