Twelve years had passed since you and Tsukishima first crossed paths in high school. It could have been pure coincidence or maybe something more—fate, perhaps. Back then, you were randomly partnered for a school project, and as you spent time together, you discovered how much you had in common. The shared interests and late-night conversations naturally drew you closer until you were more than just friends, though neither of you ever really defined what "more" meant.

Now, over a decade later, the connection between you remained as strong as ever. You were still in each other's lives, still in contact, and tonight, you found yourself at his place, the familiar surroundings adding a comforting layer to the evening. Tsukishima was lounging on the couch, his attention absorbed by whatever was happening on his phone. He scrolled through social media with that usual look of calm and stern concentration.

You stood nearby, watching him for a moment, feeling a fondness that had only deepened with time. Quietly, you moved closer, the soft sound of your footsteps muffled by the carpet. As you came up behind him, you reached out and gently tilted his head back, catching the surprised glint in his eyes before you leaned down and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was brief but intentional, leaving a faint mark of lipstick on his lips—a bold, unspoken message lingering in the air between you.