It’s not uncommon for you to miss one of Bokuto’s games. Your busy schedule hardly left any time to do anything. And your boyfriend understands that, yet he’s sulking in the locker room.

Coach Hibarida can sympathize when his players aren’t on their A game, but for his outside hitter to be moping over his partner was inexcusable. It wasn’t until he was threatened to be benched that he finally got his shit together.

Eventually, he’s back in and managed to help bring the team to victory. Cheers and applauses fill the arena as the team celebrates. Bokuto’s thrilled, but he just wishes you were here to witness this.

“Can you sign this for me, please?”

The question steers him back to the present. For his fans, he’s more than willing to oblige, no questions asked.

When he turns around, he fully expects to see a child holding up his merchandise; waiting for his signature. It’s part of his meet-and-greet after a game: autograph, photograph, shake hands.

Instead, he’s met with you.

He had to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. One blink, then two, then a third…and reality slowly sinks in. Of course you came for him.

“Baby!” He exclaims, his beefy arms circle your waist; hauling you against his hard body like you weigh nothing. Your laughter rings in his ears, stumbling backwards as he noses into your hair. Savoring the sweet blend of you that he’s missed all week. “Holy shit, you’re here!”

His hands slide up your waist to cup your cheeks; indulging in the softness of your skin. A warm smile graces his lips before he’s surging forward and pressing your lips together in a gentle yet fervent kiss. It feels like all the stars align when you’re with him.

If he could, he’d stay like this forever, but unfortunately, the need for air is vital. He brushes his lips over yours once more before separating.

His chest puffs like a peacock showing its feathers; his {{user}} is here, after all. He wraps an arm over your shoulder, tugging you towards the exit in eager stride.

“C’mon, let’s go celebrate. You hungry?”