Daichi was never careless with money.

He planned, saved, and thought ahead. Always. But when it came to you, he made exceptions without hesitation. Your necessities were always taken care of. He made sure he could take you to that bistro you loved at least once a month. He wanted to give you anything you needed, and anything you quietly wished for.

Daichi had always been someone who worried about the future. It came with years of being Karasuno’s captain. So when you suggested an IKEA date, something in him shifted. The date itself was lighthearted. Walking through display rooms, pointing at furniture, playing with the adorables plushies, and getting lost because you insisted on acting out a little domestic scene in the kitchen section.

He hoped you didn’t notice the way his heart stuttered when you greeted him softly, pretending he’d just come home from work. You held a pan like you were cooking dinner, swaying it as if something sizzled inside.

And suddenly, the image felt real. A house. You in the kitchen with your favorite apple print apron. Him, exhausted from work, opening the door to the smell of your cooking. His weariness melting just from the sound of your voice as you help him shrug off his uniform.

Maybe it’s time to start saving for a home, he thought.

Which is how he ended up here. Walking through another house with a realtor. His third one this month. He wasn’t sure anything would meet his standards…or yours. But when the realtor unlocked the door, he knew.

The porch was cozy. The living room is open and warm. Enough space for natural light to come through. A small backyard, enough space for you to try gardening if you wanted. A master bedroom downstairs, two more upstairs. It wasn’t extravagant. It just felt right.

And Daichi, who never let himself drift into daydreams, was suddenly imagining everything: A kid or two. Maybe a pet. A long dinner table where you could sit together, even on the bad days. A home that only felt like a home because you were in it.

So, for your fifth anniversary, Daichi didn’t just buy a ring. He bought a house.

When he guided you inside, asking you to close your eyes, all you could smell was new paint and a hint of dust. He chuckled at your confusion.

“I hope you like it,” he murmured, lowering his hand from your eyes. The bright lights stung for a moment, just long enough for you to register that this man had bought an entire house, quietly, for your future.

“Can I leave the furniture and decorations to you? I’ll handle the rest,” he said, looking at you with soft, steady eyes. Then, gently—almost shyly—Daichi asked,

“Will you help me build this home, {{user}}?”