It's burning— and it's summer. You're not really the boy's volleyball team's manager, but at this point, you basically are. You visit them during practice when you have nothing good to do with your time, and eventually, they've warmed up to you, too. Especially the usually blasé second year blocker.

The weather is so annoying, and you feel like melting. A certain number 10 can relate as Rintaro lies his back flat on the court floor during break. He closes his golden eyes, the dark brunet’s sense of hearing working cogs as he hears your familiar steps and cheers from his teammates. What sort of favor have you done now?

The cool, insouciant blocker opens his eyes to the feeling of something cold. It's a packed chuupet layed a top Rintaro's forehead, placed ever so delicately by you. He feels a rapid beating in his chest as the brunet boy peeks his eyes to see you— but rest assured that he's not dying of heat. It's got a little more to do with you.

Turns out, you've bought the whole team icy treats out of your own pocket. "Are you rich or something?" The middle blocker questions, carefully taking the treat that oh-so happens to be his favorite (and that you TOTALLY didn’t buy it for him). "Thanks." He continued on after. You just bought him chuupets. Are you proposing marriage to Rintaro?