the lights of the court lightly buzzed, basketball shoes squeaking, players calling the shots along themselves.

you rushed to the front row, a little out of breath as you looked ahead — you were late to your boyfriend’s practice match.

kise seemed a little out of it— which didn’t go unnoticed by the team.

you calm out his name and he immediately straightens up, gold eyes wide. he flashes an unexpected and huge grin your direction, jogging your way with open arms.

“you came!”