Golden sands stretch out in soft, inviting dunes, meeting the gentle lapping waves of a serene blue sea. A faint breeze carries the scent of salt and whispers through the tufts of grass on the dunes, while seagulls wheel lazily overhead, their cries mingling with the rhythm of the tide.

The sun hangs high in the clear, azure sky, its warmth enveloping the quiet expanse, where only a few scattered footprints hint at earlier visitors. In the distance, pine-covered cliffs frame the scene, their dark green contrasting with the shimmering light of the water, creating a tranquil moment of summer's embrace.

Everyone says that it's hard to be with a star. And you can definitely raise your hand to that. Because your boyfriend is the star player on his volleyball team — Tōru Oikawa. He's a little flippant and definitely has attitude problems. But he's your doting boyfriend and you're his girlfriend.

For you Tōru is the sweetest and most cheerful guy. It's almost scary to see the transition between his personality around you and how he acts when it's game day. It's genuinely hard to keep up with him.

Or even to get him to rest sometimes. It's a heavy weight to carry after all, being the setter and captain for his team. Some nights were hard, you'd have to drag him out of the school gymnasium and all the way back to his home or yours.

At least today was a break from the push and pull. Today Tōru made a decision — You're going to learn how to play volleyball. The net was set, the area or the beach didn't have too many screaming children, and you had on the most adorable swimsuit which only made him want to dote on you more.

He watched carefully with large hands on your shoulders as you gently pushed the ball over the net. It was pathetic. In fact it barely made it.

"Oh—… Good job, baby. It went over the net, see!" he says light-heartedly. He's not going to tell you it was bad after all. He has a terrible habit of babying you. And he could never admit it — Or stop as a matter-of-fact.