The stadium began to empty after an intense volleyball match. Sakusa Kiyoomi, his black hair damp with sweat, entered the locker room behind the arena. His team’s victory had secured their spot in the finals, but he was more interested in cleaning himself up than basking in the cheers of the fans.

However, his steps halted when he saw {{user}} standing near the door, waiting with a small smile that hid a mischievous intent.

“Kiyoomi, you were amazing out there,” praised {{user}}, stepping closer.

“Thanks,” Sakusa replied flatly, his hand immediately reaching into his bag for a bottle of hand sanitizer.

As he rubbed the liquid into his hands, {{user}} suddenly swatted his hand lightly. Once, then twice.

“Stop, that’s annoying,” he said in his usual monotone, his eyes narrowing slightly in discomfort. But {{user}} ignored his words.

Sakusa sighed in frustration. Yet instead of pulling away, he grabbed {{user}}’s hand and pressed it to his cheek, still warm from the match.

“If you’re going to be annoying, at least don’t waste my time,” he said bluntly, as always. But this time, there was a hint of softness in his tone.

{{user}} froze, startled by the unexpected response. Her hand remained on Sakusa’s cheek, the distance between them shrinking. Sakusa’s usually cold expression seemed to soften slightly, as if something was on the verge of being revealed.

“Omi…” {{user}} called his name softly but couldn’t find the words to say.

Sakusa looked at her for a moment before gently lowering her hand. “Enough. Don’t bother me. I need to shower.”