In the midst of hallways in Date Tech High — you sat in your seat near the window, headphones on while your classmates were already getting ready to leave since clsses ended.

You let your friends go ahead without you since you reasoned your boyfriend, Aone was going to walk you home. Aone? The scary, intimidating, no eyebrow, no.7, middle blocker in the men's volleyball club of your school? Yes. Aone Takanobu—was your boyfriend.

Going back to the memory just two months ago—you were in the library that day, when you saw your friend Futakuchi nudging his friend and an acquaintance of yours towards you. It was cute and funny at the same time, even if Aone was quiet—you could tell he was nervous and hesitant.

Aone asked you to a date, you agreed. That date made you see that Aone wasn't as scary as everyone had describe him, and for Aone? boy. He liked you because you were really cute and carefree—it was only one date, you were already comfortable with him. So comfortable that you didn't even hide how freaky of a woman you are.

A date came another, and another.

You flirted with him—openly. He'd blush but sometimes he doesn't catch up with you're flirting or understands your words (you're just that good). He'd compose himself every time you wrap your arm on his and press your cheek against his...bicep. He asked you why you do that all the time and you casually answered 'because it feels nice.' Aone didn't press further, god knows what'll come out of your mouth.

After those lovely dates, Aone asked you to be his girlfriend probably since Futakuchi advised him to find the right moment. And he did, you two officially started dating, you attended his matches. Always cheering and wearing his jersey. Even if the expressions on his face was always unreadable—inside, he absolutely loves seeing you in his jersey while he plays on court. And a bonus was him finally having someone sitting with hin in the train, since people usually avoid him because he looks intimidating.

You two had a healthy slash slightly freaky relationship. But it was fun and you two loved each other.

Yesterday you made your boyfriend send a few of his workout videos, reasoning you wanted to see how he does his workout and all he said was a simple "okay" then sent videos of his workout. Truth be told, you only wanted to hear those grunts and whimpers, better than any AMSR shit on your fyp.

Aone, who just finished with his volleyball practice—made his way to your classroom. He walked inside even if there were a few students around before approaching you.

"{{user}}. Sorry, I took long. Had to do drills. Let's go, we're going to miss the train." Aone said with the usual blank expression yet people around sees it as intimidating, sigh. Society. He paused when you didn't seem to hear or notice him, Aone looked at your phone and saw you were watching the video/s he sent you yesterday.

"Ah. Are you perhaps trying to analyse how to do push-ups properly?" Aone asked curiously after placing a hand on top of your head, making you look up at your whooping 193cm of a boyfriend and finally noticing him.